A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Novels & Stories

“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!”

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Akshara asked while watching the faded moon, "Devil, are you sure that we got married?" Dev moved towards her, "Yes... ours is a legal relationship. Even Las Oajar has nothing to say about it. This amulet I gave is a token and symbol of our relationship." "You said that before. But I wonder and can’t believe my own eyes." Akshara felt a mixture of awe, shock, surprise, and fear."Devil... Am I married to you? Oh my god, I am married. I am married to a non-human creature. I married a hybrid dragon. I married a hybrid wizard. I am fated to marry the combo living being of an animal and a magician. And..."

“He’s a psychopath. How did you end up married to someone like him? And how did it happen so fast? No dating, no warning... just straight to marriage? I can't wrap my head around it.” “I asked my parents the same thing,” I said, hugging my knees. “They wouldn’t say much, just called it ‘business.’ But why me? They’ve always loved Evelyn. She’s the perfect one. She's beautiful, polished, everything I’m not. So why pick me? Why marry me, have kids with me, and then toss me aside like a surrogate?” Avery stood and started pacing. “They’re all insane, Liv. Every last one of them. And I swear, we’re not letting him trap you with this garbage. This contract doesn’t mean anything, we’ll fight it. G

“I thought it was the best way to help my father and our entire pack. In short, for power. And I also thought I could have my cake and eat it too by having a contract marriage with another woman and still having your mother by my side." I saw Hailey's brow furrow. "Contract marriage?" "Yes, a contract marriage," I explained, "and it means marrying someone not because you love them, but because it serves a purpose and both parties agree to it." “ So your marriage to….” “ It was all fake. Amaya, my ex-wife, and I both agreed that it would only be for a short period of time, but I had no idea that she was the devil herself and had more plans in store for me and your mother. And I never thought

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

“I need a mortal assistant. The rewards for your service will be great- I can give you anything you desire. Just say the word, Callie. Promise to serve me.” The gravity of the situation hit me full on like an asteroid. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks as I stared out across the thinning countryside, giving way to suburbs. Against my will or not, I'd made a pact with the Devil- “No, I'm not. I'm much worse.”

He smiled—a slow, unsettling smile that made my blood run cold. Did I just make a deal with the devil? After signing, we traveled to his home. This time… officially as his wife.

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

In fact, I had barely even started. “Take a seat,” I told her, letting go of her hand and forcing her to fall against the couch and groan out in pain. “You really don’t have to get married to me, I swear. I just want to go. Let me go. I owe you my life. If you want anything from me, I’ll be sure to give it to you. I’ll be at your service, I promise,” she begged, giving me her word. Pretending to give it a thought, I tipped the glass of alcohol over and allowed the liquid to seep into her wound, eliciting the loudest scream she had let out yet.