Married To The Devil's Son Novels & Stories

I could sense the tension among everyone as soon as the son of the devil walked into the hall with his head raised high. I couldn't hate him more for the fact that he thinks no one can match up to him. My eyes widened in awe the moment I saw Asher walking slowly behind the beast with his body covered in blood. So were Tala and some of their closest friends. I didn't like the way he was covered in blood, and my wolf and I wanted to do something, but there was literally nothing we could do other than gawk in awe.

I whispered, looking at the ground and swallowing balls of saliva to stop myself from throwing up. I couldn’t possibly let her know that the devil incarnate who had caused that much pain to her was downstairs, with his son. Even I didn’t want to go down there to see his face. I had to handle things in a way that would not endanger Shirley’s life. She had to get out of there. “And your engagement to Conrad? What’s going to become of it now?” I asked.

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.

Alexander rose, long legs swallowing the space, shadowing Vivienne completely. From his suit pocket, he produced a black card and a document, offering them to her. “Sign.” Vivienne looked down. The heading: Marriage Registration Agreement. On top lay a Centurion Black card, globally limited. “Be my wife,” Alexander said, thumb brushing her pale lips. “Your debts, I pay. Your enemies, I crush. Wall Street is yours to command.” Her uncle screamed behind her. “Impossible! She’s bankrupt! She has nothing!” Alexander didn’t turn. A snap of his fingers, and four bodyguards seized her uncle and the lawyers, tossing them like dead weight.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h

"They haven't come home yet. Did she already seduce my son?" Lev dispersed a glare directly at her. "Whatever! After all, they are going to be a married couple," she dictated purposefully, knowing that would trigger his anger. He strangled her neck. With a fierce glare, he warned her, "If you don't stop their marriage, I will reveal everything about you and the purpose of all of you guys' ideas to our grandfather." She coughed, hitting his hand. "Get off your hand!" Shouted in her mind.

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

The silence in the car pressed in immediately. “You don’t have to babysit me like some helpless girl,” I said, crossing my arms tight over my chest. “I can handle myself.” He kept his eyes on the road. His voice came out low and calm. “Orders are orders. I go where you go until the threat is handled.” I let out a sharp breath. “Orders from the devil who married my cousin when she was drunk and broken. You’re loyal to a devil.” Raffael’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t raise his voice. “He’s loyal to her. That’s all that matters.”

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

I removed my seat belt and then clutched my purse right as I stared into his eyes… Leonardo was different, he didn't seem like the bully he was back then. He cared about his daughter, but I can't bring myself to marry the man who has hurt me the most. “I'm sorry.” I muttered.