The Devil Doesn't Bargain Lyrics Novels & Stories

A tremor ran through Araceli as his gaze caught hers. His touch, unexpectedly gentle, sent shivers down her spine. His words, a husky whisper, "I see the longing in your eyes, Angel," hung heavy in the air. ***** The irony wasn't lost on her. Araceli, who craved nothing more than a family's warmth, found herself entangled with a man who, despite his wealth and power, seemed to yearn for the very same thing. He was Zayn, CEO to a vast fortune, yet trapped in a gilded cage of a loveless marriage with a wife who has her eyes on another man. Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor, bringing them together at this crossroads in their lives. Both teetering on the edge, they fought the undeniable pull, the storm of emotions threatening to consume them

Evelyn Parker, a struggling artist, strikes an unusual deal with billionaire CEO Nathaniel Blackwood, the city’s most sought-after bachelor. To maintain his image, she agrees to pose as his girlfriend for a year in exchange for financial stability. What begins as a fake relationship quickly turns into something real as they navigate the intense world of the wealthy elite. But when emotions get involved, Evelyn must decide whether to risk everything for a chance at true love with the one man she swore she'd never fall for.

when tragedy strikes, carmilla finds her life turned upside down as she returns home after hearing the devastating news of her brother's untimely death. In a twist of fate, she is thrust into an arranged marriage with the affluent family her brother was to unite with. As carmilla begins her new life, she uncovers a web of secrets and the lies that harbored within the lavish halls of her new family's estate. Can she navigate the treacherous web of her new family's deceit or will she become the next victim of their ruthless ambition.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

My father sold me to the devil. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. At least, that's the lie I told myself when I was delivered to the most feared mafia family in New York. The De Luca's. As payment for a war my father lost, I became Lorenzo De Luca's prize. His possession. His plaything. Before abandoning me, my father made me a promise. Spy on the De Luca's for two years, and he'll come back for me. So I waited. And somewhere between stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the dangerous protection of the man I was supposed to betray, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fell in love with Lorenzo De Luca. The ruthless capo who could order a man's death without blinking. The monster everyone feared. The only man who ever made me feel safe. Then I overheard him call me nothing more than his dumb plaything. When the two years were finally over, my father never came. No rescue. Nothing. Determined to take back control of my life, I orchestrated my own escape. But escaping Lorenzo De Luca is impossible. Especially when my own family wants me dead. And especially when the only man capable of protecting me is the same man who broke my heart. Now I'm trapped between two worlds. One that sold me. And one that refuses to let me go. The deeper I fall into Lorenzo's darkness, the more dangerous our connection becomes. Because Lorenzo De Luca doesn't know how to love. He only knows how to possess. And when the truth about my father's betrayal finally comes to light, New York will burn. The only question is whether Lorenzo saves me from the flames... Or drags me into them with him.

Sienna Brooks, a famous actress, loses everything to a vicious lie and betrayal from people she trusts. Desperate and alone, she makes a deal with cold billionaire Maxwell Hollandale: a marriage of convenience to save both their reputations. But as they work to clear Sienna's name, old secrets and new enemies threaten their plan. With danger closing in, can Sienna and Max trust each other enough to survive? Or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of revenge, family betrayal, and unexpected feelings?

“Three hundred dollars for rent just went through. Thanks, Claire.” A text popped up on Claire’s phone from a contact saved as “Mark.” I grabbed the phone before she could react and froze. “Rent?” I asked. “You’ve been telling me every month that money was from your side job.” Her face went stiff. She reached for the phone, trying to take it back. “He was my sister Emily’s husband,” Claire said quickly. “After Emily died, he was left with two kids. I was only trying to help.” My hand brushed against the anniversary gift in my pocket, and something inside me went cold. “Which apartment is he paying rent for?” Her lips parted, but it took her a long time to answer. When she finally did, she gave me the name of a neighborhood. My ears rang. It was the downtown apartment my parents had left me. A spacious unit that could rent for ten thousand a month at market rate. And she had leased it to her widowed brother-in-law for the absurdly low price of three hundred dollars.

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.

Julian Hayes has spent his life carrying the weight of a family that never wanted him. When his father’s reckless debt delivers him into the hands of Adrian DeCarlo — the city’s most feared mafia king — Julian vows to escape, even if it means betraying the devil himself. Risking everything, Julian flees to reunite with the woman he loves. But freedom is short-lived. Adrian tracks him down, threatening her life if Julian doesn’t return. Forced back into captivity, Julian’s world shatters when his girlfriend is found dead the next day. Grief turns to rage. Convinced Adrian’s cruelty has stolen everything, Julian swears vengeance. When a rival mafia offers him the chance to strike back, he seizes it without hesitation. Yet every moment in Adrian’s world feeds his hatred as much as it ignites something far more dangerous. Because hatred was supposed to keep him alive, not make him crave the very man he vowed to destroy.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.