Married To The Devil Novels & Stories

“Are we ever going to have a wedding, or do I have to keep being your fiancée until my mother is found?” “For now, being my fiancée works, but if the situation ever calls for it, we could get married.” I took a deep breath as I pictured myself walking down the altar only to realize that the groom was never standing there all along. “It’s like I can read your mind,” Damien laughed. “You wear everything on that face of yours like a trophy that you want to show off. You’re not going to end up like Katarina, if that’s what you’re thinking. Besides, it’s not a true marriage, so there wouldn’t be much need for me to know anything about you that I don’t already know.”

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV || If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.

"Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."

"You’ll never be her." The words resounded in my head like a curse, slicing deeper with every repetition. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the truth that had finally sunk in. My fingers trembled as I pushed through the mansion’s heavy doors, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. David was still at the graveyard, kneeling and still grieving. But not for me. “Why would he?” The demon in my head talked again. “You guys literally just met, and you know the marriage was just to save yourself.”

“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.”

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,

On the day that ought to be the happiest of my life? Rolling my fingers into a fist, my knee dropped to the floor, my eyes unable to move from gluing at the door he just walked out through. I had to admit, my mom was right. Everyone was right. Sebastian Martinez wasn't human. He was only a devil in a man's body. It seemed like I just got married to a devil; the one I loved, but the one that could make the rest of my life bitter. *** (Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this book!

A hunter that was treated like a puppet and has no plans for his life, and a princess that lives hoping to gain her freedom. There are so many things that says they can't be together, but they still conquered all the odds and now, they made it happen. They are happily married for 8 years, and they are aiming to celebrate more of it until they get older. "Even the devil deserves to be loved," she once said, and she proved her words by loving him. The devil is him; the devil is Rampage. And that devil will be forever under her control. She admits she is no angel, but for him, she will be one. And that makes them a perfect match.

They fell in love in secret, reveling in stolen moments beneath the stars. But their love came with a heavy price. When Maria married Henry, she lost much of her inherent power, surrendering her identity as a fox spirit. However, she retained her reproductive abilities. As the years passed, Henry, now the sole heir to the throne, grew desperate for a son to secure his lineage. But Maria, despite her strength, could only bear daughters. Unbeknownst to Maria, Henry had been killing their daughters, blaming their frail existence on his wife as he sought for an heir. In his heart, the desperation turned into a twisted obsession, leading him to seek solace in the arms of her maid, Samantha.

I forced myself to use every ounce of strength to pull away from his touch, my skin crawling where his fingers had been. "It's rape to me," I countered, my breath hitching. "I didn't give you my consent to exploit my body. That was never part of our agreement. It was never part of our marriage contract." "I've been sleeping with you all this time Valerie, now you remember to bring up our marriage contract," he sneered, his laughter a dry, ugly sound that rattled in his chest. "Should I bring up the debts I helped you settle? The millions that would have seen you in a gutter before the ink on your parents' death certificate was even dry?"