Novel & Cerita The Devil's Wife

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

He looked at me with a confused look. Maybe he was shocked that I gave him that nickname. To be honest, it suited him. He was indeed a devil. A devil who saved me without my choice and made a deal when I was not in good condition. The devil, who married me, made me his wife, went on honeymoon with another woman, and got the nerve to tell my sister. I was blooming with anger. "I can't even explain how much I hate you. Right now, I want to punch you or wish I could kill you for ruining my life, for everything." I roared and without letting him say a word I stormed out in rage.

Devon, Alisha (my late wife) and I went to the same college, we used to grab lunch sometimes but ever since everything that happened last year, we became closer than we were before. “You like someone?” Devon watches me with a calm expression. I have watched this man transform from a man into a husband and a father, and I see the way he loves his wife and daughter so fiercely. Once upon a time, I used to wish for something like this with my wife: kids, a huge house overlooking the mountains and lots of pets. But everything dashed into pieces when I found out my wife has never ever loved me; instead she has been harbouring a toxic obsession with Devon. You would think it would have made Devon

I sjook my head. My wife was in this building, she was waiting somewhere for me and i was standing out here fantasizing about another woman. I was ashmaed of myself and mostly disgusted. Devlin was one of the.most beautiful women I had ever kaid my eyes on and she loved me and i was married to her but i lomged for another one. I longed for an uglier one. Who woukd ever hesr of this and see the two women might give me a smack on yhe head. Devkin was beautiful and sexy and Lyra was just ugly and I was attracted to her. It couldn't be natural.

I almost cried thinking of what he can do to my family I was scared cause I know what exactly he was capable of. I released myself Infront of the devil exposing my body look at your nipples so pink so hard mmmm come on spread your legs so I can see your juice pink tight virgin pussy. I slowly spread my legs wide to show him my forbidden place but he's not satisfied so he spread my legs wider. I gave the devil what he wanted he started to stroke his dick looking at my pussy,looking at his massive dick I got scared and turn my face away he is going to hurt me alot He wiped my tears gently I don't understand him one time he is rough and another time he is gentle he has this worried expression f

He would get his cheating wife back, because he loved her and then be the most powerful man in the whole world, she would have no other choice to stay with him, she was a greedy slut. He would have all of that of that and more nothing and nobody can stop him, not even the Devil himself.

" Your mother is fat, your father is fat. Your entire family is fat. " She picked up her bag. " You are bad. I do not want to talk to you. " She stormed to the car, pulling it open. She was caught by the big devil. He spun her, took her in the car and carefully took her on his laps. The car began moving. He gently rubbed her bumbum. " Little wife, whose mother is fat? " " Your father's mother is a fat and ugly cow. " The big devil frowned. He crooked a brow, and spanked her mouth hard.

Instead, I directed my attention to Lorenzo. “How are you feeling, brother? Nervous?” I gave a teasing smile when he shot me a blank look. “No.” “Of course, you’re not. You are Tank Man after all.” That gave an amused reaction from him. “That wife of yours has a unique way of expressing her thoughts.” “You don’t say. She calls me The Devil.” I found it funny when she called me that the very first time, and now she just kept calling me The Devil, having me like it.

"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."

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.