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It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

The two men stood alone under the dim lights. “The Council Head is the Devil,” Austin said without preamble. “The real Devil and your Luna has made a deal with him.” Ace’s eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. “And you’re risking telling me something this dangerous about your own Alpha?” Austin clenched his fists. “I have to. Luna Vivica’s soul belongs to him in only seven more days. There is no way you can marry her. The consequences would be beyond anything you could ever imagine.”

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?

Alexander rose, long legs swallowing the space, shadowing Vivienne completely. From his suit pocket, he produced a black card and a document, offering them to her. “Sign.” Vivienne looked down. The heading: Marriage Registration Agreement. On top lay a Centurion Black card, globally limited. “Be my wife,” Alexander said, thumb brushing her pale lips. “Your debts, I pay. Your enemies, I crush. Wall Street is yours to command.” Her uncle screamed behind her. “Impossible! She’s bankrupt! She has nothing!” Alexander didn’t turn. A snap of his fingers, and four bodyguards seized her uncle and the lawyers, tossing them like dead weight.

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.

"She left at 2:14 PM on a Tuesday. I remember time because school ended at 2:00 PM and Marcus's father — old Marcus — picked me up at 2:30 PM. I came to library to show her my spelling test. 100%. She wasn't here. Just book, open, chapter 12. Same as you last month. And a note. 'This house is sold to the devil, Caelum. Don't become him.'" He looked at the new photo on wall. Me. Stays. "I became him anyway," he said at 9:49 AM. "For twelve years. Until you came in my shirt at 6:22 AM and said slow down." I put my hands on his face. Both hands, ladder hands, small. "You didn't become him," I said at 9:50 AM. "Devil doesn't hang wife photo over mother photo. Devil doesn't shred at 9:23 AM. Devi

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil. She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. She’d done it. Done what she had always wanted! But staring at devyn, she couldn't help but cower back as a result of the chills and aura emitting from his whole being. Not that Devyn chevon, the Son of the retired mafia king, would be happy at that moment because she could tell that he was angry, at her because he couldn't stop glaring hard at her. Of course, she knew what she did and she never regretted it.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage. "I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal." His words rang into her head like a recorder.