Married The Devils Son Novelas e Histórias

Devon’s POV “You’re just going to sit back, son?! And watch your friend get devoured by that devil?!” “That devil is my mother. And once upon a time, she was your wife.” “Like I give a shit! If you knew half the things that woman did, you’d disown her!” I rub my temples, hoping that by doing so it’ll stave off the headache brewing in my skull. It doesn’t. This is exactly why I changed my last name to Sinclair.

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.

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

I want to tighten the loose screw inside his head! "I'm sorry, Governor Del Martin, but we can't give you the marriage that you want for our children. Wesley is already marrying his fiancée, and they're currently preparing for their wedding. The least we can do for your daughter is to provide financial support. That's all." The heated conversation ended with my father dragging me out of the Borromeo mansion. The way he held my arm was a sign that he’s truly furious. "P-Pa, it hurts..." I stammered.

Grill teeth said meanly, and both finally left. As the door closed tightly behind them, Dean put his arse on the couch, sitting restlessly. It's Seraphina, the girl he married because he was ordered to. It's Seraphina, the girl he shouldn't even be the least attracted to. The same girl who made him lose a huge investment deal on the land. His Kelly is on the hospital bed, unconscious with a brutally wounded shoulder, shot by his brother. He should be bothered about her, not telling these Valhalla dudes to take it easy on Seraphina.

I decided to look for her only to see her with my mother in the lounge area. "Hello, sweetheart." My mother's smile was genuine. I'd only seen her smile that way when I'd finally agreed to marry Genevieve. "Hello, Bianca." Mum sat down beside her. "Did Caleb tell you what happened?" Genevieve glanced toward the hallway. "He said it was an accident." Mum's expression darkened. "It wasn't." Genevieve frowned. "What do you mean?" "That wretched girl did this to him."

He turned around and continued walking again, Venus struggling to keep up with his long powerful strides. "My father was a bastard, I killed him myself, and now some fucking how he is alive," Dante said gruffly, growling in the end. Seeing that his anger was surfacing. Hesitantly Venus slipped her hand into his, hoping to calm him down, upon touch, he jerked his head back to look at her, and then their entwined hands, sighing deeply, he tugged her along with him, hands joined. "My mother was a lovely woman, gentle and graceful, and my father too was a good man, after conquering a few packs his thirst for power increased, he changed.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

He urged. Thomas turned to him and when Axel thought the man wanted to say what brought him to Miami, he puffed out smoke directly to his face. Axel didn’t flinch, he remained still till the smoke cleared off. “Are you still in contact with that girl?” Thomas asked, his eyes lurking on Axel. “No.” “Heard She is married to Eric. How cute.” Axel could sense the mockery in his fathers voice, but there was nothing he could do about it. He stood and locked gaze with his father, “If you want to talk about Eric, you know where to find him.”

It was dark so I had no idea where he was taking me but I knew it wasn't somewhere good because my husband had always told me not to trust him whenever I asked why he wasn't on a good term with his dad. Married to him for five years but I have never caught a glimpse of him, not even a picture. But today I saw him. He was freaking hot. Neat stubble with streak of white hairs, dark green eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, dark hairs slicked to the back, looking to be in his late fifties. I can't believe I was dripping for him seconds before he grabbed me and kidnapped me. I had no idea why he would kidnap the wife of his dead son, two days after his son gave up the ghost but just like Gideon had