Novel & Cerita Married To The Devil

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

He smiled—a slow, unsettling smile that made my blood run cold. Did I just make a deal with the devil? After signing, we traveled to his home. This time… officially as his wife.

How can a man born of vengeance touch me as though I am the only flame that warms him? Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging, urging, surrendering. His lips moved lower, tracing fire down her collarbone, his horn grazing her hair. She trembled, torn between fear and a hunger that had long since burned away the edges of innocence. Their passion devoured the night again — bodies entwined, breath stolen, souls colliding until no space remained between them. Every gasp, every cry, every shiver wove them tighter, not merely as man and woman but as king and queen bound in something deeper than lust: a dangerous, unbreakable devotion.

“Good. I’m going to break you. Put you back together all brand new, all mine. Every inch of you.” And just because my mouth has no fucking censor, it goes “what about Carter?” “What about him?” “I’m still married to him.” “I know.” “You said you don’t fuck married women.” “I made an exception for you.” I smack his hand off my face and put distance between us. “I won’t lose, Devon. Mark my words. I’ll win this stupid bet of yours and you better start praying.” He chuckles. The sound of it makes my knees turn to jelly. “I’ll see you later, pretty. Don’t miss me too much.”

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

"But because I want you to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want you to watch as I make Elodie my Luna in front of the whole Kingdom. And I want you to live the rest of your life remembering this..." "Never you under any circumstances touch my wife. If I see you as little as breathing where she is..." A devilish grin drew up his lips, and his eyes darkened, sending horror through my spine. "I won't spare you the second time. Do you understand?" This man... This man is fucking lunatic! He's an animal! A monster, a devil! Elodie does not know what she is getting herself into. She doesn't know the devil she is tying her life with!

I run to meet him looking to vent my fury, but I'm not fast enough to stop him from walking through the door. “Next time you decide to play the Devil, think it twice, baby,” he says before slamming the door in my face. I collapse to the ground kicking and kicking as I cry like never before in my life. Kidnapped... Locked up with no escape and my captor is not the beast from the books I read, who eventually falls in love with the poor girl. He's much worse, he's a vermin with psychopathic tendencies that only leaves destruction in its wake. "What now, Leah Falco?" I mutter to nothing. "How are you going to get out of this?" I have become the wife of that insensitive and probably murderous psy

“What are you all saying? We are Angels, he is a Devil. We are born enemies. That Zachary of yours, he is putting all this charade for revenge. Have you ever heard of such a story before? A Devil marrying an Angel out of love? No, right? That Devil Prince is just attracted to Diana. He even threatened us to marry her. Can’t you see? Can’t you all see this? Or you are deliberately ignoring it and turning a blind eye? You are putting your sister’s life in danger, Arthur. Why can’t you see this?“, she spoke with exasperation feeling helpless to make them understand. Arthur huffed in frustration. “STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW! WHEN I SAID DIANA IS GOING TO MARRY TO ZACHARY THAT MEANS SHE IS GOIN

“Mate..” the words that left their mouths together. Their eyes stared deep into each other, and for a while, it looked more like he was staring inside her soul. His mate. It can’t be. The least he had expected from someone who was nothing but a bed-thing for the devil was her turning out to be his mate. Was the devil lying all this while? Deceiving the whole capital he found his mate while in truth, she belonged to him. Could this be a plan work between the both of them? But what would she stand to gain if she did that with the devil?

"You need to understand exactly what you are to me. You're not a person. You're a debt payment. Your father took from me, so I'm taking his daughter." I stared at the papers. "Even if everything you said is true, I didn't do anything. Why punish me?" "Because you're all he has left." Damian's smile was cruel. "He's dead. I can't make him suffer. But I can make you suffer in his place. Every day you'll remember that you sold yourself because of what he did." "You're a monster." "Yes." He pushed the contract closer. "But I'm a monster who can save your sister. Marriage. One year minimum. You'll live here, attend events as my wife, play the part publicly."