The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to say that!” Revania chuckled softly. “Oh, but it’s true, isn’t it? You think you can hide behind pity, behind that saintly face — but everyone knows you stole another woman’s husband and got pregnant out of desperation. A pity, really. You’ll never be more than a stain on someone else’s story.” Devia’s breathing hitched. She gripped the bedsheet until her knuckles went white. “You’re cruel.” “Cruel?” Revania tilted her head. “No, my dear. I’m honest. I just don’t like pretending people like you deserve happy endings.”

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

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.

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.

Only a small number of thugs were thought to be powerful enough to keep women for themselves, with the exception of the jackal and the vulture. Low-level lackeys, such as Mike's predecessor, were unable to even approach the "goods." There were, of course, a few exceptions, including women, who could not even be considered "goods." Clearly, Colleen belonged to that group. That's why the criminal was focused on her. "Get to work!" In an effort to get a piece of the "goods," the man waved his hand and asked Mike to proceed while he left the entrance. He was blinded by his lust, but he didn't spot anything suspicious.

“We will have her reeled in soon.” His eyes lit up once again, his lips curving up in a big smile. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked and reached out for the TV remote control close to him. He pressed a button and an obscene video played out on the screen. A woman was seen making out with two other women, The faces of the two women were blurry but the first woman’s face was as clear as day. It was the woman in front of him. Seeing the video, she sobbed. It was a deadly reminder of the deal that she had made with the Devil.

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me