Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil. She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. She’d done it. Done what she had always wanted! But staring at devyn, she couldn't help but cower back as a result of the chills and aura emitting from his whole being. Not that Devyn chevon, the Son of the retired mafia king, would be happy at that moment because she could tell that he was angry, at her because he couldn't stop glaring hard at her. Of course, she knew what she did and she never regretted it.

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

I whispered, looking at the ground and swallowing balls of saliva to stop myself from throwing up. I couldn’t possibly let her know that the devil incarnate who had caused that much pain to her was downstairs, with his son. Even I didn’t want to go down there to see his face. I had to handle things in a way that would not endanger Shirley’s life. She had to get out of there. “And your engagement to Conrad? What’s going to become of it now?” I asked.

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

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.

"My husband and I have been working diligently for you, manufacturing drugs and making money for you here, but what did we get in return? My husband died for you out there, and you sent me on my way by giving me hush money. My son took the money and wanted to give it to that woman, but no matter how much I begged you, you weren’t willing to let him go. He’s only five. How much of an impact will he have on you… DEVILS… YOU’RE ALL DEVILS… "HAHA… I know God is punishing me. He’s punishing me for making drugs and doing unholy things. That’s why I lost my husband and my son. I don't want to live anymore. I’m taking you to my son so you can apologize. All of you deserve to die…

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.

She's my friends daughter and she's amazing ". I rolled my eyes" Yah, great what's her name". "Sapphire". "Dad, you can't be serious about this marriage right?". He looked at me like he wants to kill me right now as I look away "Do I look like I'm joking Ezra?". "Fine, but just know that she will divorce me after three weeks of marriage". "I looked for someone as stubborn as you and sapphire is very stubborn so she might even kill you think about it". He said leaving the office with a smirk on his face, as I bang my hand on the wooden table not caring the effects later, like I don't want to be married to a woman who expects me to be faith to her like who does this sapphire chuck think she's.