Married The Devil Son Novels & Stories

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

He said grimly, thoughts forming on various methods he was going to use to interrogate, it really has been so long. Serena had never seen this side of Damon before, granted she barely knew him and they had gotten married but she felt like she was finally seeing the man they referred to as “the devil”. The one enemies trembled in fear whenever he passed, the one whose name should not be uttered in broad day light. She had made her research after her marriage to him, wanting to know what kind of person she had been bound to forever seeing that divorce was not in the dictionary of the mafia family and what she had seen had left her in abject shock, he indeed was the devil. She wondered how she

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

"They haven't come home yet. Did she already seduce my son?" Lev dispersed a glare directly at her. "Whatever! After all, they are going to be a married couple," she dictated purposefully, knowing that would trigger his anger. He strangled her neck. With a fierce glare, he warned her, "If you don't stop their marriage, I will reveal everything about you and the purpose of all of you guys' ideas to our grandfather." She coughed, hitting his hand. "Get off your hand!" Shouted in her mind.

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”

"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.”

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

“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!”

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”