Novel & Cerita Married To Devils Son

- I started the engine and made my way to the cafe which the devil mentioned . " I can't be weak ..No I'm not that weak .I should protect my son ..No matter what "- with a determination I went inside the cafe .. Immediately spotted the devil sitting like a queen .. I know how badly I want to smash her face ..but I can't .. because my son is with her . You all must be wondering who is my son right .? Well you will know soon . Don't worry . " Wow ...You actually came ..How dare you ..How dare you ..You actually married to him .? " - jasmine half yelled while gritting her teeth ..

I reminded him. “You might have forgotten everything that happened in high school, but I can't. It was a nightmare, Leonardo.” “And you seem to still have feelings for your ex wife, what now? Is this another kind of torture you've prepared for me?” “Stop your advances, I will never marry you.” “I need to leave.” His eyes reddened as his gaze bored into mine. His frustration was evident. He looked away for a moment and released his grip on me. When I took a step forward, his deep husky voice muttered,

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

There are things even the Devil doesn't want to hear. Yes, he can smile at the sound of bones cracking, he can find pleasure in watching someone bleed—but there are some things that even he cannot stomach. Some sins awaken something deeper… darker. Dante's blood burned. His fury twisted like a blade in his hand. Who could have kidnapped his Sunshine? Who had the death wish to lay a hand on his woman? If anyone should kidnap her, it should be him. If anyone should feel the warmth of her skin, it should be him—only him.

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

“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.”

She was never meant to find out. Twenty-three-year-old Velma Moretti has spent her entire life believing she is the cherished daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York. Everything changes the night she overhears a conversation she was never meant to hear. She isn’t a daughter, she’s a bargaining chip. To prevent a bloody war between rival syndicates, Velma is promised to Izaak Volkov — the feared heir of a Russian mafia empire known for brutality, violence, and absolute loyalty. Izaak wants nothing to do with a political marriage. Velma wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, neither of them gets a choice. Forced into a marriage designed to secure peace, th

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

Luci, I think all this that has been happening to me is all because of the devil. " There is only one reason why the Devil will be after you. Did you make a deal with him, or did your parents did?" Sonia nodded her head. " My forefather, Richeal Sotomayor, he met the devil and together, they made a deal among themselves. He promised that his descendants will serve Lucifer as their Master and it keeps passing on in our blood." " Then what does he want from you?" He asked. " I don't know why he won't let me be. Our family started deviating from this rule, I personally started backsliding so I won't blame him for choosing me as his deal. "

“Maybe it is.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “But sometimes, the devil is the only one willing to fight the darker monsters.” Ariella’s eyes glistened. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt thick — heavy with something she couldn’t name. Fear? Anger? Attraction? Maybe all three. Finally, she whispered, “And if I say no?” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Then you’ll never know what really happened to your father.”