Married To The Devils Son Lucian Novels & Stories

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

"How evil would a person have to be that meticulous about a curse?" "Vampires are not known to be saints either," she shrugged. "Mythically, they are known to be the spawn of the devil and, historically, they've done more harm than good to the world as a whole. They ruined the human economy and enslaved your race. A fate you were a part of." "Lucian isn't like that," I retorted. "He-" "Changed because he fell in love with you," she interrupted me. "Just in case you don't remember, Lucian still runs a mafia group which continues to corrupt and ruin the human race. He is not a saint and even if he changes his values, he will never be."

|| SANCIA's POV || If Devil had a face, that would be Vincenzo Russo for me! Even in this critical moment, he wanted to take advantage of me. I would have dodged it but killing Lucas Castilo had been my darn wish. Apart from our earlier enmity, there was another reason behind this rage. Many years ago, Lucas had raped one of my husband's working girls. I heard from him that the girl was an orphan and took shelter under him but Lucas killed the girl after raping her.

I was gaping at him who balanced himself when he was about to fall. "Aslan!!” My voice hurt and Immediately I stood up and was about to hold his arm when he rose his one hand indicating he don't need my help. Unwillingly I halted my hands back defeated. Slowly with unsteady step he reached near the table and turned to face me. "Tell me…are you repenting your mistake." "Mistake?" "Yes...yes...you married an orphan...no class...no family. But Rihan has everything... He isn't an orphan.... He is rich…he has a big family. That's why you cling with him every time.” My eyes fixed on him who looked beaten. A wounded animal.

My princess was the victim, and Grandpa was more interested in taking others’ opinions, which didn't sit well with impatience. “Enough!” Something inside me snapped as I roared at Lucian. “For one day… Just one, leave your rules and family drama aside, Grandpa! Henry hurt my wife!” Although I shouted to garner his attention, Lucian didn’t even look at me. Instead, he walked past me and stopped directly in front of Henry. “You are my son-in-law,” Lucian said calmly. “Goddess Sanguis herself chose you for my family.” Henry’s smile widened, smug and triumphant.

AYLA BAILORE “Ayla,” Lucian crossed over the hallways to us. His eyes were dark and a storm of fury, as his eyes slid from me, and they shifted to the man standing before me, before his gaze lowered to Devoss's hand which was still holding mine. Another angry growl vibrated through him. “Take your fucking hands off my wife,” I almost shivered at the dark intensity of his words, my bones trembling lightly against its joints as I wondered why the hell was Lucian acting up.

"Drakov. We can negotiate. There is still a war to consider. If you kill us now, the families will–" "There is no negotiation," Lucian said, cutting him off. He didn't even look at My father. He was staring at Matteo. Lucian walked over to Matteo, who was clutching his bleeding neck, his face pale with shock. "You touched her," Lucian said. "She was going to be my wife," Matteo gasped, defiance in his eyes even as he bled. "She was mine first." Lucian raised his pistol. "She was never yours," Lucian said calmly. "And you will never touch anyone again."

The way she looked at him. She was his now. Bound to him by the twisted cords of fate and transaction. But behind that mask had always been this truth. He had destroyed her family. He had turned her prayers into a bargain with the devil. And still—still—he couldn’t let her go. Lucian stood and approached the fire, report in hand. For a moment, he considered dropping it into the flames. Instead, he folded it neatly and slid it into a drawer. Locked it. He poured another drink. This time, he drank it. “You prayed to God,” he whispered, as if speaking to a ghost. “And I answered.”

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.