The Devil's Wife Novels & Stories

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

"No, she didn't, She was attacked and drugged when she regained consciousness, she realised she has been cut open and stitched. She didn't see the face of the people and it happened in the home she and her fiance bought, when we called the doctor, it was confirmed the baby has been removed. She pleaded with me to tell everyone she had a miscarriage. I have been trying to find a clue for soo long but to no avail. I gave up because we are not sure that the baby is still alive. A few days ago the" Devil's wife went on one of her missions" he smirks after mentioning the name. She met an old friend we've forgotten about, he was the leader and he confessed that they will take Annie's child away fr

She asks, glancing at me. Devon turns to me and a smile lights up his face. "Oh, this is my wife. Jessica." "Hello, it's nice to meet you," I say, sounding enthusiastic. "Wife!?" She sputters, glancing back and forth between me and Evelyn. "I thought she was your girlfriend!?" She asks, pointing at Evelyn. Evelyn on the other hand looks mortified. "You thought wrong. She's my ex. If you had done your research properly, you would know and not believe anything you see on the internet." His mother blanches and there's some banked-up rage in her eyes but she keeps it controlled.

He moved even closer, checking me out. “I wanted to see for myself,” he said. As if he knew I was asking ‘what’ in my mind, he continued, “You are the one who stole my wife, I had to see you for myself.” “Your wife?” I asked, smirking. “Zara Calloway,” he said firmly. “She is mine. She was always meant to be mine. But you showed up and ruined everything.” “That’s good news,” I retorted. “You know what might be bad news?” he asked in reply. “It is that I haven’t given up yet. Like someone told me, she might be married now but married people get divorced. It will end up happening and then she will fall into these broad arms of mine.”

She trusted him, That was her mistake. That night she saw the real devil, her mind screams nothing but betrayal, hateness for him. The way he raped her make her literally change. She doesn't even only hate him, she also hate this hell. From then she realized something, that now she is his. She have to accept this, she felt disgusting whenever she remembered that even when she is a married woman, he is still crazy for her.

He laid on her top, still inside her, he looked out the window and again turned to look at her, she saw the smirk and knew something was running inside his Devil brain He dug his head on the crook of her neck and whispered "Didn't I had promised you, Angel, I would make our first time memorable for you making you scream all night, even to heaven hear your scream, make you beg and cum till sun decides to show mercy on you, I kept my Promise, Angel" As his words registered her mind she turned towards the window and saw the sun was ready to rise, he had spread his colour disappearing the dark, and then she looked at him her husband who was admiring her she knew she looked a mess and he would ne

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

“This is your fate.” She snaps at me as she bursts into tears, “You are the one that tempted me. You are the reason that I am here.” “My love, it took another side to commit the act, and you were willing.” “But,” she stops and hesitate for a brief moment, “But you murdered my husband.” “Oh, my love,” I only but chuckle at her. “I am the Devil; I am already doomed.” Then very confidently, I await, “So my dear? Do you want to play? At least this time, you shall awake, and I will be by your side.”