Novel & Cerita Married To The Devil's Son

“And with my own hands, I divorced her... only to marry a devil.” He looked straight at me. Through me. “A devil who gave me another man’s child to raise!!” “Fuck!” he screamed again, as though the word itself might cleanse his soul.

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

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.

I said loud enough to for my parents right now. "You're getting married sweetheart now change that face upside down".My mother cheered. I could like be killing some people right now since this Mafia group the aces has tried getting on my nerves but I kidnapped their leader and I'm going bit the living shit out of him. "You know Anthony, Today is your wife's to be birthday so we got you something for her".My father said handing me a small wrapped parcel. I looked at their mansion as my stomach starts to give me a churning feeling as we knocked on the door, I tapped my foot as it took them like ten seconds to open the fucking door.

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.

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.

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." >