The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

The word wife felt like a brand, a claim of ownership that turned my blood to ice. "I’m not your wife!" I struggled as the orderlies forced me down onto the bed. "there's no way I'm a wife to such a monster!!" I should've listened to Sarah. Why was in such a hurry to sign those documents he gave to me eight months ago. " I'm not your wife!!" "Take a walk, Sarah," Cillian said, not even looking at her. "I want to know what is wrong with my wife. I want to help her."

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

So, I pretended not to hear her deliberate emphasis on 'your' and answered with a smile on my face. "I am glad they managed to satisfy you." Then, I watched with amusement how Valeria mechanically turned her head to look at me, following her eyes widening in shock. "You are... You are...", She stammered out. Seeing her like this, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned into the soft leather seat. Only then did I look at her and ask lazily, "I am what?" I was waiting for her to complete her words - You are actually Mr. Devil, my... husband.

she sobbed quietly, biting the bedsheet and expecting the worst. "The devil you say?" Mrs Wellspring roared with her eyes widened like it will pop out of the sockets. "The devil lives in the woods and not in my house! You don't just go around, committing atrocities and blaming the devil. Do you know what you are doing? Do you know the gravity of your offence?" She pulled Sarah's ears. "Baby, calm down. Take it easy on them..." Mr Wellspring touched his wife's shoulder but she slapped his hands off.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

The suite was one of Lucian’s private properties, reserved for events where global billionaires gathered to talk deals, flaunt wealth, and make quiet threats with smiles. All eyes turned when Lucian entered with Serena on his arm. Whispers flared like embers in dry grass. “Is that really her?” “Lucian Devlin’s wife? Since when?” “Didn’t Beverley Devlin die five years ago? He’s never been seen with another woman.” “But look how he stares at her…” Serena tried not to flinch. She wore the smile Mona had taught her in the mirror. Cool. Distant. Mrs. Devlin.