Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

“Have you forgotten you’re wearing my collar? Do you think I’ll let you go running after another male in front of everyone?” “Tell them I’m your sister! I don’t care!” “Jane!” Marius continued to shout from outside, and that made me struggle even more against Tristan. “I can’t just tell them I’m his sister. Everyone knows Dalila had a daughter with Devon, a daughter who was killed as a baby by Hunter!” When he said that, I froze, staring at him in shock. Devon? My father’s name was Devon? And… he thought I was dead? “Devon…” I repeated.

|| SANCIA's POV || If Devil had a face, that would be Vincenzo Russo for me! Even in this critical moment, he wanted to take advantage of me. I would have dodged it but killing Lucas Castilo had been my darn wish. Apart from our earlier enmity, there was another reason behind this rage. Many years ago, Lucas had raped one of my husband's working girls. I heard from him that the girl was an orphan and took shelter under him but Lucas killed the girl after raping her.

“How dare she! Pregnant without a contract? Without my approval? Who was she seeing? Who dares touch a daughter of this family without my permission?!” The veins in his neck bulged with rage. My father stepped forward cautiously. “Uncle… this is disastrous. If we don’t deliver tonight, we may not last until morning.” Scarlett’s father—Granduncle’s own son—also stepped forward, his voice shaking. “Father… perhaps we should choose another arrangement since Scarlett cannot be found—” The slap came so fast it cracked through the air. Scarlett’s father stumbled back, clutching his cheek. “Shut up!” Granduncle roared. “There is nothing you have ever done right! Your son got a woman pregnant, and I

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.

“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.”

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.

, I can't finish speaking, since the protagonist of my worst nightmares bursts into the room abruptly and I hasten to hide the weapon in the front neckline of my corset. "The private party is over," he utters with the same sinister expression as a few hours ago in the penthouse. In fact, it gives me the slight impression that he is about to throw himself on top of my companion. "Calm down, Devil," the client says without losing his smile. "I am in your domain and therefore under your rules." "Be careful, King," Dean threatens deliberately, "because no king is above the Devil." Without another word, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me out the way he brought me in: dragging. However, I manag

I could sense the tension among everyone as soon as the son of the devil walked into the hall with his head raised high. I couldn't hate him more for the fact that he thinks no one can match up to him. My eyes widened in awe the moment I saw Asher walking slowly behind the beast with his body covered in blood. So were Tala and some of their closest friends. I didn't like the way he was covered in blood, and my wolf and I wanted to do something, but there was literally nothing we could do other than gawk in awe.

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.