A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If I cure you, you will become my wife, and stay here with me, forever.” My whole body froze, and I became petrified. Why did it surprise me so much? He was the devil king, a ruthless leader. I should have known that he would not cure me for free. But getting married to him was out of the question. Getting married meant that I would be tied to him, and this clan filled with a bunch of rogue wolves. I had heard of the devil king once. He and some others were banished from a pack, because of their immoral acts in the pack. They would often pry on the weak, eating them all up.

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

“I’ll show you how they spread.” I stared at the screen, horror threading through my spine. “Let them go.” “And return?” Luca asked softly. “Voluntarily?” “Yes.” The word left my mouth before fear could stop it. Luca stopped pacing. His eyes gleamed. “Say it properly.” “I’ll come back,” I said. “I’ll be your wife. Publicly. Permanently. End this.” The guards shifted. The audience of killers leaned in. Luca walked to the edge of the stage, looking down at me like a god judging sacrifice. “And what do I get in return, besides what’s already mine?”

I whispered as he leaned closer to join our foreheads together. "I know, and I don't have any problem with it. You can hate me as much as you want. It won't change the truth that you are my wife from now," he replied, which made me sigh with heaviness. He is a psychopath. "Forced wife. If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that you forced me to marry you after killing my father." I groan angerily, seeing him all silent. "I haven't forgotten anything, Bella." He replied while leaning closer to my neck base.

I looked away as more tears streamed down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, crying won’t solve anything,” she said in a low tone, taking a step closer. “It’s easy for you to say, you aren’t the one who was forced into marrying the devil!” I spat. I shouldn’t be taking out my anger on Maria, she had no part in this, but I couldn’t help it. Maria sighed before speaking. “The Signore might have forced you into getting married to him, but he’s definitely not a devil..”

Devon took the stylus from my hand, his gaze never leaving mine as he added his own signature with a swift, aggressive, and dominant stroke: Devon Vance. The tablet emitted a soft, high-pitched electronic beep, indicating that the marriage contract was officially encrypted and securely uploaded to a private, highly protected cloud server. It was done. The cosmic scales had shifted. I had just signed a literal pact with the most powerful devil in the metropolitan area. "Excellent," Devon said smoothly, handing the tablet back to his assistant without a second glance. "Marcus, contact the civil registry department immediately. I want our marriage certificate finalized and logged into the gover

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”