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Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

He turned, but not before his fingers brushed mine just enough to spark fire. "Tomorrow, we’re husband and wife. I’ll be yours. As much as you are mine.” And then he was gone. “Holy shit,” Amara and Ella emerging from behind the door. “You’ve got it bad.” Butterflies rioted in my stomach. “Shut up.”Damn traitors. “You’re blushing.” “No, I’m not.” Amara flopped dramatically on the bed. I chucked a hairbrush at her head. she ducked. “Admit it. You’ve got a thing for the Devil.”

"Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."

I whispered as he leaned closer to join our foreheads together. "I know, and I don't have any problem with it. You can hate me as much as you want. It won't change the truth that you are my wife from now," he replied, which made me sigh with heaviness. He is a psychopath. "Forced wife. If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that you forced me to marry you after killing my father." I groan angerily, seeing him all silent. "I haven't forgotten anything, Bella." He replied while leaning closer to my neck base.

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.

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.

He knew he would never be able to go until he met Audrey and everything was pointing directly at her. It's said that, not just an angel can give the devil access to the portal to heaven but that which is the devil's bride.

I took a deep breath as he once again approached me. "Congressman Del Martin is the reason why our company is failing. He fucking did it on purpose! He trapped me in a situation where marrying you was the only option! And now you're asking for an annulment? Fucking no! We'll suffer together, Symphony! I won't let you get out of this hell!" I knew it. Papa was really doing something to their family. Four years ago, when we went to their house to talk about marriage and my father got insulted by his family, I knew that Papa wouldn't let it slide. He wouldn't be at peace until he got what he wanted.