Novel & Cerita Married To The Devil S Son By Jasmine Joseph Fastnovel

The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color. Not that Mia thought it was a flaw, as many people did. But it was, in fact, something peculiar. It was said that only someone touched by the Devil,or even the Devil himself, had eyes like those. Remembering the creature's voice from ten years before, Mia felt a chill run through her body. "I need to get married, Miss Chapman," the man said, looking straight into Mia's eyes. Before she could respond, the butler returned with two more maids and refreshments were served.

"She’ll be with you right away." He left the room. "Hospital? Why would she be in a hospital?" my mother asked, pretending to be concerned. "So it’s true. She had a miscarriage," Mark concluded. My mother hushed him, but I felt my tears burn down my cheeks. They already knew. What else was left? "Listen, Mrs. Thronegrave. You and this… thing you call a son will never step foot in this house or pack again unless invited by me, my wife, or Lilith. Understood?" Rowan growled.

"You looked real cozy in there, Clara. The perfect little Draven wife. Does it feel good? Being his?" "You were the one whispering to your date all night," I shot back, the jealousy finally bubbling over. "You looked pretty cozy yourself." "You’re envious," he laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "You’re actually jealous of her. That’s rich, coming from the woman who sold her soul for a diamond ring." "I am not!" "Liar," he growled, slamming his glass down on a stone pedestal and pinning me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine before I could spit another word, all fury and scotch-soaked heat, his tongue invading like he owned every inch of me—because he did, even if I hated admi

he murmured against my shoulder, his voice laced with something that almost resembled regret. I clenched my jaw, refusing to look at him. Instead, I focused on the rhythm of our steps, the way his body moved in perfect synchronization with mine. Every turn, every dip, every touch—it was all a dance of deception. "I will never accept you as my husband," I said coldly, my voice barely above a whisper. "To me, you will always be the killer of my father."

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

He may be dead but I still cheated on him. I am such a whore. Jonas let go of my hands and I left them where they were, no point trying to fight him. He wasn't going to stop. Jonas always got what he wants, I've learnt that. Plus he was way stronger than me and I was too weak to even consider fighting him. I just laid there and let my tears silently fall. This was it, he was going to finally break me. I would no longer be Jane Williams. I would be that girl that got kidnapped and raped by her step brother and boyfriend's cousin.

I moved away from her and yelled, "THIS IS HELL!" Luca cleared his throat, and sighed. “Mother, I think it’s better for you to greet your husband outside. He just arrived just now. He won’t like to see Charlotte like this. So I have to fix this woman while you’re busy entertaining that evil.” Luzia's ire directed against me caused her to cast a menacing gaze in my direction as though she wanted to scratch me any minute. When I first met her, I thought she was so sweet and gentle, but now I know that she can be as dangerous as she wants to be and that everyone is scared of her because she is the new wife of the devil.

They built schools and hospitals, even the root of most structures in Las Vegas were all acquired from the generous donations of Novo Tech. But thinking about it now, it sounded too convenient. More like the perfect mask for an evil organization. After all, what could be better than a wolf parading in sheep’s clothing? “Hear me, Angel, you have to marry the De Novo man. I don’t know what history you have with him but when he found out that we’re related, he spared my life! I’m the only one left. Please, Angel. Remember that I’m your father, and I was only trying to do right for you-”

Who knows, you're going to have to read the book about Travis to find out. I can promise you that my son's life will be interesting and it'll be full of action, dark and twisted love of his own, betrayal, loyalty, sexual desires, violence, and darkness, but as far as the devil goes, there will be no more talk of the devil. The devil died the day Commander Luca died and he won't be coming back anytime soon... or will he? only time will tell after all...

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.