I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

"You’ll never be her." The words resounded in my head like a curse, slicing deeper with every repetition. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the truth that had finally sunk in. My fingers trembled as I pushed through the mansion’s heavy doors, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. David was still at the graveyard, kneeling and still grieving. But not for me. “Why would he?” The demon in my head talked again. “You guys literally just met, and you know the marriage was just to save yourself.”

Then continued casually, “Then hurry up and get things done. I want to hold my grandchild.” Karina’s face turned red and she quietly focused on eating. “You should be bothering your eldest son for a grandchild.” Devon didn't look up. “At least I've gotten married.” “I'm doing this for your sake!” His father raised his voice. The only reason he accepted the marriage in the first place was because he wanted someone beside Devon. Someone who could support him. Maybe even help with his illness. Eldest son? Everyone looked toward Devon. Including Karina. Wasn't Devon the eldest son?

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

he held Jackie's face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "I'm fine now. Tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious," Jameson said. ___ "Are you the Billionaire Devil?" Einstein's six-year-old son, Ben, asked Diego, who turned his head in his direction. "How did you..." "My father told me one of his friends is a Devil and the other is an Angel. You're definitely the devil one." Diego smirked and ruffled the boy's hair gently. "Thanks for the compliment, little one." "You're welcome. Can I sit beside you, devil?" he asked cutely.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE REAL HER NICO ———— It is true that the devil enjoys moments like this. He waits until you are already standing at the edge, already staring down at hell, already thinking about making the wrong decision. Then he pushes. Wrong decisions like wanting to kiss your boss’s wife. Like breaking the contract that you’re so certain you’d never break. Like craving more tastes of the lips that were never meant to be yours. And right now, the devil is smiling.

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

“I need to know about her.” Luthias was blocking my vision for the most part, but I knew the old man hadn’t moved and I could feel the him eying me warily. “She is the devil incarnate,” he finally said in a hushed tone that was just above a whisper. When I gasped with shocked surprise, he continued, “You’d do well to avoid her, miss. She was the wife of the late king who was the devil himself. Anyone who would marry a devil must be a devil as well.”

I'm glad Mira didn't say I took advantage of her best friend because my cousin hated my guts, more now that I was married to Camila. "I want you to stay in your room, lock the door, don't open until you hear me call okay"I say cupping Camila's face in my hands. She nods without question and I stepped back, I asked Chef to make her something for her to take with her. By the look in her eyes, I knew something happened with Devon, something her father agreed to and knew about, and he was proud about it. I've heard rumors about Devon, my mother doesn't like him, he wasn't a great man of character and he certainly didn't care how he'd get to the top, he just had to.

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

He didn't say anything and just looked at her with those cold eyes. Kimmy was about to break down... Gabriel West. How on earth did she manage to encounter a man like him. He was the most feared man in the country,his name alone made people shiver and send men running in fear. Even the police had to bow when they saw him. Of course she knew who he was, everyone did. He owned half of the city as he was in charge of the underground world. He was known as the devil's son. He was given that name for a reason, everywhere he went chaos followed, blood was spilled. Gabriel was known to be cruel and heartless in doing things,he had killed a lot of people to get to where he was.