Novel & Cerita The Devil's Wife

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

He smiled. Devo? "Your majesty? If I am wrong excuse me but doesn't Devo mean devil?" Tiana asked. " I read it somewhere," she added when he narrowed his gaze. "You are not wrong. But do you know how devil look like?" “I only know his appearance by what I have read in books.” "Do you really think Nicklaus is the Devil?" she asked. "You tell me; you are his wife. I am really curious to know." "You want my husband to marry princess Rita. Why if I may ask Your Majesty?"

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

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.

I sob in his arms, my body shaking uncontrollably, torn between fear and disgust. His expression softens, but it’s only for a moment. The rawness in his voice is more chilling than I’ve ever heard it. “I stole his wife.” He leans down, his voice raw, unapologetic. “His dream. His future. His goddamn legacy.” The hand on my throat softens, almost tender as it moves to stroke my skin, but it doesn’t feel like comfort. It feels like ownership. “You asked if I was a good man? No. I’m the devil who’d murder his own blood to put his baby in your womb.”

Kerri, the woman I desired, the woman that plagued my dreams, is broken, betrayed and vengeful. Perfect. Because a woman who has lost everything doesn’t need comfort. She needs a devil. And I’m the only man wicked enough to play that role for her.

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?" I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile. "Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den." I gripped the glass tightly. As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

I spat, closing the distance. Devon turned, cool and unhurried. “He plots against me. With you.” “Because you’re hollowed out!” I shoved his chest. He didn’t budge. “The real Devon wouldn’t burn his own pack for fear.” His hand shot out, slamming me back against the stone railing. Cold bit into my spine. “Careful, little wife. I could throw you over right now.” “Do it then!” I grabbed his collar, yanking him closer until our faces nearly touched. “Or admit the witch gutted you. Tell me what you traded.”

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”