The Devil's Son In Law Novels & Stories

My father’s voice came out in such a whisper that it was difficult to understand what was really happening. He took the nearest exit, leaving Charles and me in the corner. “Look, I don't know what's going on with you but you need to stop acting like you're God.” His jaw clenched and I watched the way his jaw sharpened. “I am not God, little girl. Call me the Devil.” A man who wholeheartedly accepts the title of a devil? His presence, his voice—everything about him was surprising to me. I grew up hearing his name whispered like a curse. Ruthless. Arrogant and Unpredictable.

Uncle Ace never failed to support me throughout the journey, even if it meant going against his dearest son. Dearest son? No, scratch that, Devil Son! My devil husband, who never stops giving me minor heart attacks now and then by skipping the part of his life and wondering how he ended up with me. And the priceless expression he gives every time I tell him that he is a father of two kids is unmissable. It seems someone has taken away his entitlement to being a bachelor.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

She asked in tender tone, after defying her yet she was being so "Yes, Mumma. " I whispered staring at the door blankly. "If you had paid attention to my saying before then . These low-class people have no emotion. You sheltered a monster in this house. Daughter, he never loved you. These people can never be someone's own. Their habit is to ditch. He didn't allow me to meet you for the whole month. How cleverly he planned everything. How he manipulated you. Not anymore. This marriage needs to get an end. What if he has millions in the pocket now but these won't change the fact that he belongs to that gutter. His family members disowned him. He has forgotten his limits. Bloody slumdog million

He knew I didn’t bluff. “Everything you have… every dollar, every privilege, every breath you take… exists because I allow it.” I stopped directly in front of him, towering over the pathetic sight he had become. “And right now, I am questioning whether you deserve to keep breathing.” His hands shook against the arms of the chair. “I am your son.” “Barely.” My voice was pure disgust. “A real son would protect what belongs to the family. Would understand that when a woman takes our name, she becomes sacred. But you? You are too busy getting high and sticking your dick in anything that moves to remember what honor means.”

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"

she answered and I felt a little bit stressed knowing Alaric would be back sooner or later. "So why are you here, a lycan being a maid. No offense though" "None taken" she sharply replied before heaving out a deep sigh. "you see, it is kinda complicated but I'll break it down for you, my father was a loyal servant to the king, his highness' father and he made a promise to the king that his future child, "a son" would continue to serve his first child" she said as she air cloned the "son" part.

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

"It is about...Devin." I say and his eyes get filled with rage. Pure rage. His jaw is clenched as he grips the counter more tightly. I have a feeling that he could feel too that Devin is not a good man, even if he does not have any idea about what business he is involved in, or even his father for that matter. He has asked me if it was about Devin before but I could not bring myself to tell him about that Devil. Nor could I now! But I will tell him enough so that he will know that that man is himself devil incarnate.

The man who broke his woman's heart four years back is also the son of the man who almost killed his father in law. " Boss?" Delvin asked more out of shock, he knew he was supposed to meet someone with his dad today but he didn't know it was the big boss. " Is this the person you work for?" Pete asked his stupefied son. " Y….ye…yes" he replied almost stammering, after his last encounter with the couple, he has been living quietly and doing his job waiting for his punishment, not knowing his father was somehow connected to him.