Novel & Cerita My Vampire Husband Is Trapped In Hell

Fifteen years ago I’d begged my father to let her come live and study in the vampire world with me, which was the only reason the family hadn’t given up on her entirely. And now I was the one the family had cast aside. No noble title to lean on, no family standing behind me. Even when my husband neglected me, there was nothing I could do but tread carefully and try to please him, even stoop to eavesdropping. And in all of this, the one Adrian called hard done by was Sophia. Enduring the dull ache in my belly, I found the whole thing utterly absurd. I thought back to years ago, when Adrian and I were still in love.

It was going to cause a stir. **************************** Vampires Dealing with Issues! “We can’t live like this,” Majesta yelled at her husband. As she looked at him, then to the window. “We have no choice right now. Unless we want to come out right now to humans. That stupid man had to take pictures and give a story like that to the news.” Magnusson wanted to comfort his wife.

But he carried me through the club like he paid the rent on my body. “Put me down, you egoistic bastard!” He didn’t. Not until we were outside, in the alley outside the hotel, moonlight sharp on the streets of New York. He pinned me to a wall, one arm by my head. “How dare you?” I raged. “Let me reintroduce myself Wife,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and sinful. “I’m Damian Salvatore. Your husband. I own you in every way.” His fingers tangled in my hair while his other hand slid down to grip my throat, tight enough to freeze me, not with fear, but shock.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

Irene’s hands shook on her sides as she turned to look at him; he stared at them quietly, letting them drown in the fear of what was going to befall them, and then after what looked like hours, he spoke; ''One of you would have to stay here with me as my wife '' Kate’s lips fell open and she gazed at him with shock, she couldn't believe what she just heard; Why was he this heartless? He wanted one of them to be a wife for just a sum of money when he was obviously bigger than that? How could someone be this heartless and cruel? ''We would pay back the money; please… we just need time… I promise… '' ''If you can pay me now, then fine, if you can't then one of you should prepare to be my wife.

His presence pressed in on me, cold and suffocating, and yet beneath it all, there was a familiarity that made my body tremble. “Just like before,” he whispered, stepping closer, his cold breath lingering at my skin. “You should come back. As my wife.” My mind spun, my heart shattered, my entire world collapsing around me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. I wanted to grab Ashley and escape. And yet… I couldn’t move. Every part of me was frozen, paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze, the certainty in his voice, the terrifying control he had over me.

Dayton’s impatience grew thin by the minute. “Alright. Let’s try that again,” he said before slamming the vampire’s head onto the counter. The wood splintered with a sickening crack, the vampire’s skull caving a hole through the surface. The blondes screamed, their heels clattering as they fled, their shrieks piercing the muffled bass. The whole section turned to us, eager to see what was going to happen next. It was a club. Nobody could interrupt us. “Where is my wife?!” Dayton barked at him. The vampire trembled in shock.

Jason was heir to the vampire throne, and abandoning a wife would look bad. Perhaps he just needed me to suggest to certain guests that we'd long since drifted apart. I understood that the warmth in the study earlier was nothing more than familiarity, just a faint reluctance to part with a substitute he’d grown accustomed to. The twinges of guilt gnawing at him were never love. That wasn't enough. It had never been enough to hold us together. The reception was held in an ancient manor on the vampire domain's grounds. The great hall blazed. Crystal chandeliers fell from above, giving every face an unreal, perfect beauty.

Now, he stretched his sharp nails towards me and anchored it in the center of my chest. I started to scream in pain again. “Stay still… This will bind us as one.” I didn’t understand what he was saying… Is this how vampires marry their spouses – they give them a one-sided pain in the chest?... “Yes, she-wolf. You are to be one with me after this!” By now, I was really sure King Helion could perfectly read minds. I struggled more intensely, but it was no use. Suddenly, the wall between Eva and I in my mind’s eye began to crumble. She reached out to me as soon as the last fiber of barrier melted, and in a heartbeat I began to shift.

He returned as promised, but unknown to me, he was no longer my husband. You were born with a rare rhesus blood defect, requiring an immediate blood transfusion. Your father was the obvious choice, but I should have noticed his hesitation. Once you were out of danger, we left the hospital, and I began to notice his strange behavior. He twitched anytime I asked him to do simple tasks, especially when holding you. One night, I demanded to know what was wrong, and he screamed, falling from the bed. "Stay away, woman! Enough is enough! I will tell you the truth. I am not your husband. That idiot trapped me in his body, made me a servant to mortals with the Grace of God, and left me under the ete