Married To The Devil S Son Novels & Stories

Isla Vance enters Dante Moretti's dangerous world after her brother Marco becomes involved in a serious debt that threatens his life. Dante offers Isla an agreement: she will help investigate a thief who has been secretly stealing from his organization, while he protects her brother. Isla expects Dante to be ruthless and controlling, but after arriving at the Moretti estate, she discovers unexpected kindness behind his cold personality. He gives her freedom, a key to her room, and even remembers how she likes her tea. As Isla and Dante work together, their relationship slowly changes from distrust and tension into attraction and emotional attachment. During their investigation, Isla discover

“No!I’ll never let any of my daughters sell themselves to any man.This is my mess and if anyone’s life deserves to be ruined, it’s mine.” “Dad,please,we’ve got no choice right now.” Maria stood up.”Renee,haven’t you heard what people say about the third son of the Moretti family?He’s called a devil for a reason.We won’t be able to forgive ourselves if anything happens to you.” Renee had indeed heard all kinds of stories about Dante Moretti. He was not only despicable in character,they said his body physiques was an eye-sore as well. And never in her life did she imagine that she would one day offer herself up to be married to him.

For some reason, everyone feared me because of my strong face, cold expression, and eyes like that of the devil's incarnate. Well, I wasn't the devil incarnate to be exact, I was his son. The son of the Devil, and as such, that makes me a devil also. A devil with no heart. “ From who?” I cocked my brows. “ From Gamma Rover.” He replied, and a knowing smirk graced my lips. “ What is that little man up to?” I chuckled darkly, staring at the letter in my hand. It's been four days since he sent the first letter introducing a marriage proposal.

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.

"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.”

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

The king immediately stood up and stomped out in anger. "Haha he's mother is different. She's a witch." The third son laughed out trying to clear the intense scene. "Ohh..." I drawled with a smirk "...if he's mother is a witch then he's not a demon nor the devil's son. Or... is your father the devil ??." I throwed another unexpected question and this made them uncomfortable. Sensing that they are disorientated, unknown courage came inside me. "Weather he's a demon, devil's son, the devil himself.. he's still my husband so stop trying to do whatever you want to do." I said intrepidly

“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

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”