Romans & histoires The Devilish Son-in-law

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

"I guess it took coming back here to realize the great man I have had by my side all these years. Ian is real, Devon. He is my partner, and he is Lucia's dad, in every way that matters." Devon was speechless. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. The Black Coffee sat there, forgotten, cooling in the air. The words "tried to kill me" and "left Lucia to die" spun in his mind, eclipsing everything else. All the possessiveness, all the anger he had about Ian, all the rivalry it vanished, replaced by gratitude. He felt sick. He felt like the biggest fool in the world. He had married a killer. He had brought a murderess into his home, made her the mother of his daughter

" Besides, I came to this road before you, but you came suddenly before me and snatched my place. That's why I snatched your wife from you to get my place back. And I knew you would find out so easily who had kidnapped your wife. That's why at first I had taken your wife here first. You know, I know you well. To take you down I picked up your wife. But you know me! You bastard, beautiful girls and money is my addiction, you know that very well. And I have heard from people that your wife looks like a whole Hollywood heroine. So I'm wondering what to say about a little taste of her? But don't worry, I will taste your wife after I finish you. But if you want, I can sit in front of you and ta

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.”

Her daughter was already sacrificing her life over to a devil, she deserves to be happy while enjoying her last moment of singleness. Valerie was talking with David on the phone when she returned back to her office, locking eyes with her mother. "Let me call you back" With a single look in her mother's eyes, she knew that something was wrong. Her mother was looking at her with those pitiful eyes and she was getting scared. "Did something happen to my father? Is he alright?" "What sort of monster are you getting married to?" "What?" "Jason Brown is a devil, haven't you realized that?"

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

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.

Her father had always seen her as a tool, something to trade, to leverage, to control. Today, she chose to stop being that. “It is weird and strange for a daughter to conspire against her father. But if it’s really a conspiracy, then the recording must be fake, right?” the man asked. “Yes, it was fabricated,” Alessandro said quickly. “And I think my daughter agreed to lie against me just to please her lover.” A low murmur rippled through the council again. Before Axel could respond, another man stood. He was older, quieter, one of the few whose presence alone commanded silence.