The Devil Is Beating His Wife And Marrying His Daughter Novels & Stories

He was still for a long time, and in the stillness she felt the weight of what he was about to say, the specific gravity of a truth that's been carefully contained. "The trust condition," he said slowly. "Isn't just about marriage." She waited. "There's a second condition," he said. "That was added at the same time. That I — " He stopped. Turned from the pan and looked at her fully. "That the marriage produces an heir within two years of the wedding." The kitchen went very quiet. "An heir," she said. "A child," he confirmed. His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said.

They fell in love in secret, reveling in stolen moments beneath the stars. But their love came with a heavy price. When Maria married Henry, she lost much of her inherent power, surrendering her identity as a fox spirit. However, she retained her reproductive abilities. As the years passed, Henry, now the sole heir to the throne, grew desperate for a son to secure his lineage. But Maria, despite her strength, could only bear daughters. Unbeknownst to Maria, Henry had been killing their daughters, blaming their frail existence on his wife as he sought for an heir. In his heart, the desperation turned into a twisted obsession, leading him to seek solace in the arms of her maid, Samantha.

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”

“And with my own hands, I divorced her... only to marry a devil.” He looked straight at me. Through me. “A devil who gave me another man’s child to raise!!” “Fuck!” he screamed again, as though the word itself might cleanse his soul.

A smile bloomed on her lips. “Babe,” a masculine voice came through. “Yes,” she replied sweetly, her voice angel-like. Madam Ye stared in disbelief. Her daughter knew how to pretend, how to wear masks. Strangely, she felt proud. The world was cruel: either you became evil or you were crushed. Throughout her life, Ye had always believed that if she caught a wealthy man willing to spend on her, everything would be fine. But fate had given her that scoundrel instead, the one who left her with Calla.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

"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."

The fucker in front of me said, unfazed, that one of his men was about to kill a human, my father. “Do you think you can run away from the cops when they know what you have done here, Look..” I gulped. “My fiance's family would haunt you down; you would end up in prison, you and your men because I won't let you go either.” “Baby, you won't even let me go by the time I am done with you.” The devil's voice came out seductive “And your fiance's family, I had set their car on fire before they could make it here, you would love to waste more lives if you call the cops, and I would love it, baby, I would put a gun in your hand and make you end them one by one.” His hand grazed my hips and I hated

He couldn't be deceiving him but she also had a way. They were this guys lying on the ground. She would torture them until she found a way. "Where is the Devil?" she asked the guy again. "I don't know" the guy cried. "Really?" she held her nose and mouth together to suffocate him. She released him after a minute. "I don't know where the Devil is. I swear on my life. I work for his daughter. I don't know who he is" he continued crying

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.