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

I wasn’t marrying a prince. I was marrying the devil.

"But because I want you to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want you to watch as I make Elodie my Luna in front of the whole Kingdom. And I want you to live the rest of your life remembering this..." "Never you under any circumstances touch my wife. If I see you as little as breathing where she is..." A devilish grin drew up his lips, and his eyes darkened, sending horror through my spine. "I won't spare you the second time. Do you understand?" This man... This man is fucking lunatic! He's an animal! A monster, a devil! Elodie does not know what she is getting herself into. She doesn't know the devil she is tying her life with!

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

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.”

he said, placing my legs on his shoulders. “My husband is not a devil…” “Buttering won’t help you get rid of me so easily,” he sang. “I am not buttering. My husband is not a devil, my husband is an angel who knows how to fuck like a devil,” I said, holding back my smile. He chuckled, cocking his brows as he bit his lower lip. “There are a lot more devilish characters inside me. It’s just that I love you so much that I show them angelically.”

"Please spare the child this once and let him do as he pleases' ' Diane begged the bastard of her husband but it was obvious he wasn't going to listen to her either. "Shut up" he shunned her as she buried her face in Shame and pain. This Is the life he's trying to force on me. He never loved Diane, neither was he mated to her but decided to mark her because of her family's power and his selfish reasons. He never learned to love her or pay attention to her and believed female wolves have no right to speak against their husbands. I grew up knowing my mother served him like a slave and would flinch at the mere sound of his voice. He didn't give us any attention or love as he wanted us to do th

he still said. "Just like you, I made a deal with the devil," she coldly stated. Her husband slowly looked up at her, and he lifted himself off the floor. His mouth was half-opened. He couldn't believe what he just heard from her. "What the hell, Janet? Can't you see how that messed me up? Why did you even do that?" "I am a mother more than your wife, and you do not know just how willing I am to go, I am more willing than you'll ever be. To gamble my soul more fearlessly than you did," she told him.

She had never been a royal, but she had heard most of their women, the king's and prince's wives, were used as children making machines. Likewise, she could be wrong because it was hearsay or maybe that was how all married women did, royal or not. Infuriated, she leapt out of bed. Her eyes blazed with fury as she glowered at him. “I refuse to be your breeding machine! I refuse to be your wife!” “I'm afraid, madame. You have no choice in this, seeing as you have my child in you already.” He said, nodding at her still taut stomach.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.