The Devilish Son-in-law Novels & Stories

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

I said, trying to sound calm. “No,” he said, tilting his head, “it’s worse. You’re in love.” I wanted to argue, but I didn’t. Not today. Not with Luca, who had been my friend since childhood. My brother in every way that counted. “Don’t forget security,” one of my father’s guards said, stepping inside. His face was serious. I barely noticed. I was too busy thinking about Isabella walking down the aisle. My father, Vittorio Moretti, entered then, tall, cold, unyielding. I straightened instinctively. Power radiated from him, the kind of power that made people bow without thinking. Mafia power. Family power. Fear power.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

Avery pursed her lips and tried to pull her hand back, but she could not break free from his grip. "Come on!" His eyes grew red as he said through gritted teeth, "Other than your best friend, there's also your son! Have you forgotten that I came close to strangling your son to death?! I'm the devil! I will harm anyone who crosses me! It doesn't matter if it's your best friend or your son, I won't show them any mercy!" She could feel his hot breath fan across her face, and she somehow seemed to have caught his evil nature.

She asked in tender tone, after defying her yet she was being so "Yes, Mumma. " I whispered staring at the door blankly. "If you had paid attention to my saying before then . These low-class people have no emotion. You sheltered a monster in this house. Daughter, he never loved you. These people can never be someone's own. Their habit is to ditch. He didn't allow me to meet you for the whole month. How cleverly he planned everything. How he manipulated you. Not anymore. This marriage needs to get an end. What if he has millions in the pocket now but these won't change the fact that he belongs to that gutter. His family members disowned him. He has forgotten his limits. Bloody slumdog million

But she’d turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing…a monster through and through. How used and broken I’d felt when I found out she was the real orchestrator behind her evil son. She’d sweet-talked me into marrying her son, made me comfortable enough to trust them, only to steal from me. I could never forget their betrayal. I wouldn’t really blame myself, anyway. She could deceive almost anyone with those looks. A brunette with striking blue eyes and the most innocent demeanor ever. Who’d ever believe someone that looked like her could be capable of tremendous evil?

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"