Novel & Cerita The Devil's Wife

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

He looked thoughtful for a second and then smirked at her. "We won’t make babies... but that doesn't mean that I can't fuck my wife." "Wha.." The next her lips were again sealed for another heated kiss sucking all the air out of her lungs. After the kiss his eyes raked up and down on her body. She was only in her black padded bra and panty. Her fair skin looked more radiant in that two pieces of clothes. Only hindrance on his way which he was soon going to remove it. Her waist was tiny but the portion below was voluptuous. For him she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. She was like a goddess of beauty and his whole being wants to worship her in all possible ways. Zara could see hi

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

It slowly opened. A woman wearing a dark hoodie stepped into the room. Her face was covered. I tried to scream but no sound came out. She walked toward me slowly. Then she stopped beside my bed. Her eyes stared directly into mine. Deep blue. Cold. Filled with 4what looked like pure disdain. I tried with every ounce of willpower I had to move, but nothing happened. The woman suddenly lunged toward me. Her hands closed around my neck. Panic surged through me as I fought against the paralysis with everything I had. But my body wouldn't respond.

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.

I hated and was even jealous of her and although for some reason, she gradually became more and more mediocre as we grew older while I managed to outshine her and became the perfect socialite, those feelings had never disappeared. So when I saw the opportunity of getting rid of her for good which at the same time could also make her miserable, I took the chance and tricked her into coming home. Then, I led her to believe that I was being forced to marry Mr Devil which made her to help me 'escape'. She probably had no idea that the moment she did that, she had fell into the trap carefully designed for her, the end of which was that she would have no choice but to marry Mr Devil. The plan hadn

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE REAL HER NICO ———— It is true that the devil enjoys moments like this. He waits until you are already standing at the edge, already staring down at hell, already thinking about making the wrong decision. Then he pushes. Wrong decisions like wanting to kiss your boss’s wife. Like breaking the contract that you’re so certain you’d never break. Like craving more tastes of the lips that were never meant to be yours. And right now, the devil is smiling.

she said warmly. I felt the subtle edge beneath her words all the same. “I think I’m just his wife,” I said. Lydia looked at me then—really looked. The polished social mask slipped for a moment, and it became woman to woman. “You know,” she said quietly, “I spent two years trying to be that. His wife. Not formally, but trying to become the person he trusted completely.” She glanced down at her glass. “He’s not… easy to love. You probably already know that.”

He snatched her up and launched into a tirade. "Natalie! I can't believe how vicious you are. Tell me, how did you coerce Ashley? What did you threaten her with to make her abandon her own wedding and kneel to you?" Sixteen years of marriage flashed through my mind—arguments and reconciliations, bitter fights and sweet days. But never before had I felt such disgust for him. It really seemed love could vanish in an instant. I met his fury with a cold smile. "I didn't force her. Now take your precious wife and get out of my hospital room."

"Yeah, your boss's wife." "You want me to kill my boss's wife?! Are you fucking out of your damn mind?" "Yes, of course, I am. But I'm not joking, Devil. She's gotta fucking go and you have until this weekend to get the job done, or you might as well go say goodbye to Myla now." "Fuck you, you goddamn bastard." "That's the spirit. Oh, how's your little game with Tristan going? You seem to look like one happy mother fucker whenever you leave the safe house."