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Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

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.

“Like i said some weeks back concerning this arranged marriage, I will do whatever it takes to annulle it, even if it means making a deal with the devil.” A grin tinted with a bit of insanity crawled it way to his lips as he shoved his hands into his grey pants. “And I'm the devil. Were you not informed? I'm the devil you can see and except you want to die and go to hell, only then will you be able to see the devil who controls hell.” His voice hardened, cracking through the air like a whip. I was speechless. No words seemed to form from my lips. I wanted to counter his claim. I wanted to make it known to him that he has no say in my life, but at the end, he won. He always do.

“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.

And somewhere inside Moretti Tower— Lucian Moretti was still standing untouched. But wars have a way of circling back to the men who start them. And as I stared at the legal documents spread across Mara’s kitchen table, one truth settled deep in my chest: If I was going to survive this— I would have to stop being his wife. And start being his enemy.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

The Devil speaks: - You really have some nerve, coming to my wedding to screw my fiancée! Who do you think you are? - I don't want a fight, man, it's not my fault if your fiancée prefers me to you. The Devil raises his arm, ready to punch this man who doesn't seem afraid. I interrupt them by pulling the Devil aside: - Calm down, man, it's not his fault, you know your fiancée, I think she is the one who needs a good correction. Let him go.

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov

I need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.