Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis: Fate has entwined the lives of Bianca and Niko through a reluctant, forced marriage, thrusting her into a world she never imagined. As she navigates the complexities of her new life, Bianca feels herself gradually succumbing to the enigmatic devil she is bound to call her husband. Niko, has magnetic presence and piercing gaze, possesses a rare ability to dismantle her carefully constructed defenses, awakening within her a whirlwind of emotions she never knew existed. In this tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings, Bianca is left to ponder a haunting question: what does one do when escape feels impossib

"I guess it took coming back here to realize the great man I have had by my side all these years. Ian is real, Devon. He is my partner, and he is Lucia's dad, in every way that matters." Devon was speechless. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. The Black Coffee sat there, forgotten, cooling in the air. The words "tried to kill me" and "left Lucia to die" spun in his mind, eclipsing everything else. All the possessiveness, all the anger he had about Ian, all the rivalry it vanished, replaced by gratitude. He felt sick. He felt like the biggest fool in the world. He had married a killer. He had brought a murderess into his home, made her the mother of his daughter

He turned, but not before his fingers brushed mine just enough to spark fire. "Tomorrow, we’re husband and wife. I’ll be yours. As much as you are mine.” And then he was gone. “Holy shit,” Amara and Ella emerging from behind the door. “You’ve got it bad.” Butterflies rioted in my stomach. “Shut up.”Damn traitors. “You’re blushing.” “No, I’m not.” Amara flopped dramatically on the bed. I chucked a hairbrush at her head. she ducked. “Admit it. You’ve got a thing for the Devil.”

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"

Not even a mark. My hand flew to my neck. No bruises. No ache from Clara’s garrote. I let go of his throat like it burned me, stumbling back, fingers tangled in my hair. “This isn’t real,” I whispered. Devon pushed off the wall, closing the distance again. He caught my wrists, gently pulling my hands down. “This is my world,” he said softly. “I can’t explain the details. Not yet. But I made it for us.” He cupped my face. “We’re married now. Mated. Bonded. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

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.

Ali thought she would finally get her revenge against her father and those who offended her in the past, while also digging back on her mother's supposed 'suicide' death. And all this by marrying into the Laverock family. However, she is unaware that, even though she sought revenge, she was an instrument of revenge and a lone prey in the Laverock family. She has a secret that Harriet wanted, one that could topple the country... Ali is a worker at Laverock Mega Food Chains and a competent marketing manager. But she is struggling to cater for her sick brother. Her father and stepmother are hellbent on marrying her off to regain their wealth and status, even going as far as using her br