Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

It had papers and his previously spilling beer bottle which is now empty on his desk. The room was dim and his curtains were closed, not letting the sunlight through, The intimidation was seeping out of him and yet his back was to me as he spoke. You are my youngest child and only daughter he said, "You are going to get married to Nikola Hernando". My father put out his cigarette as he turned his chair around to see my reaction. My heartbeat froze from just hearing the name. Nikola Hernando as in the Mafia man. "They are the biggest mafia's family father", I responded with fear in my voice , I didn't want to marry someone because of power, I wanted to marry because of love.

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

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.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” I hesitated for only a second. “She has a son." Devon blinked. Twice. “Wait,” he said slowly, “who has a son? Aurora and her husband… or you and Aurora?” I met his eyes. “You already know the answer.” Devon’s mouth fell open again—but this time, he didn’t speak. He just stared at me like I’d told him gravity stopped working. “You’re telling me,” he said finally, voice low, “that you and Aurora—YOU TWO—have a kid together?”

I need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.

Alexander rose, long legs swallowing the space, shadowing Vivienne completely. From his suit pocket, he produced a black card and a document, offering them to her. “Sign.” Vivienne looked down. The heading: Marriage Registration Agreement. On top lay a Centurion Black card, globally limited. “Be my wife,” Alexander said, thumb brushing her pale lips. “Your debts, I pay. Your enemies, I crush. Wall Street is yours to command.” Her uncle screamed behind her. “Impossible! She’s bankrupt! She has nothing!” Alexander didn’t turn. A snap of his fingers, and four bodyguards seized her uncle and the lawyers, tossing them like dead weight.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”