Married To The Devil S Son Novels & Stories

The fool didn't even look, probably too drunk as he caught her, finally stopping her from dancing without a song; holding her waist to him, Siena's smile grew wider as her gaze caught Sebastian's who was looking like the prince of hell in a dark outfit. “Guess who wants a good fuck, Sebastian Harper?" She whispered, making sure he had heard correctly from where he stood, his jaw clenching, his facial muscles feeling like they would become mush from how they stiffened. 'Beautiful Devil.' Siena blew him a light kiss, and that was it; he got to her, pulling the guy away from her, with Sebastian catching him by the neck. “I want every damn breathing thing out.” His voice was low, but his dogs co

There were few things I hated in my twenty four years of living, and on the top of that list was no other than the man towering over me. He had a name he used to call me, “Mousy Mari.” I could still recall vividly when I sang at the school festival in hopes but Leonardo mimicked me on stage, instigating other students to clap and laugh at me as they sang- “Mousy Mari, Mousy Mari…” I ended up running off the stage. From what I know, Leonardo was now the most influencial figure in the city. He was from a powerful Mafia family. "Are you hurt?"

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.

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”

When I was 19, I had two suitors pursuing me. At that time, all my coworkers told me to pick the handsome and wealthy one. However, I didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, I chose the loan shark's debt collector, who also happened to be a man with a criminal record and violent tendencies. During the three years of marriage, the beatings had cost me three miscarriages and eventually put me in the ICU. My whole body was littered with ugly scars. My coworkers told me to run. They told me to call the police, but I refused every single time and stayed devoted to taking care of my abusive husband. They called me stupid and pathetic, but none of them knew that he was my only salvation!

She was never meant to find out. Twenty-three-year-old Velma Moretti has spent her entire life believing she is the cherished daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York. Everything changes the night she overhears a conversation she was never meant to hear. She isn’t a daughter, she’s a bargaining chip. To prevent a bloody war between rival syndicates, Velma is promised to Izaak Volkov — the feared heir of a Russian mafia empire known for brutality, violence, and absolute loyalty. Izaak wants nothing to do with a political marriage. Velma wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, neither of them gets a choice. Forced into a marriage designed to secure peace, th

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov

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.