The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

"But find out everything about her. Where she lives, where she works, everything. I want her file on my desk by tomorrow morning." "Yes, Boss." I looked back at the direction she left. You think you can just walk away from me, little bird? Think again. Because once the Devil sets his eyes on something... he never lets go. (To be continued...)

Every door I pass is a question. The villa has become a fortress by design and a cage by choice. I walk past the servants’ quarters where a woman folds bedding with hands that tremble just a little too much. I pass the wine cellar that still smells faintly of blood and varnish. I pass the study where the maps are spread like battle plans. Each room carries the echo of the day that changed everything; the echo keeps me walking, keeps me awake, keeps me dangerous.

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

“Is that my wife is sitting in my office thinking about another man.” “I wasn’t—” “Don’t.” His face was inches from hers. “You just admitted it. Don’t insult me by taking it back.” She pressed her lips together. “Devon is alive,” he said. “He’s in one of my properties. Under guard. And if you contact him, if you think about him, if you breathe his name in this house again, that changes.” “You can’t control what I think.” “No.” He grabbed her chin. “But I can control everything else.”

A chill ran down my spine. How could he do such a thing? How could he not save his wife? Did he not realize that if the bidding closed without her being chosen, she would die? “One hundred million,” another man bid. “One hundred and fifty million for number one,” Devon countered. Each time another man raised the bid, Devon would raise it higher, while his wife stood there glaring at me. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t lash out more than she already had, and I knew it was eating her alive.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

She was so upset that she raised her voice, "Why would you agree to take me as your wife if you claim to be such a righteous person then?" "What? Haha! When the f*ck did I agree to be a couple with you? Declan was the one who dated and slept with you instead of me! You had messed with me when I was feeling moody and eventually got drunk that night. I would be a free man if it weren't for you! I would not have to sacrifice myself and accept you as my wife for so many years." Devon spat on her, "Pfft! I have always been tolerating you and tried to escape from this marriage for more than twenty years. I would have sent you to hell if it wasn't for Archer and Gavin!"

she informed not looking up from her book. "And...?" he urged her to spill more. Putting the book on the black velvet covers, she sighed. "That man is no good, can you imagine he turned her into a vampire against her will, not to mention many other things..." she spoke thoughtful, anger appearing on her angel like face. "To be honest, hearing her story i now know that i'm blessed." she added looking at her mate. "Oh are you?" he teased. "Of course i am, you give me rights and even after more than three moons you didn't ask me to fulfill my duties as your wife, Now i know that no male would wait like you did... Or....are you unfaithful by any chance?" she relented.

He saved her, nursed her to health, listened to her uncompleted and vague story about her wanting to escape from an evil man, married her, and brought her to another country, which coincidentally was her favorite country - Modestria. Not only that, but he also took care of her Mom, who had fallen in because of her Dad’s ordeal of being framed and sent to prison. Who would have thought… Ivy reached out toward her side and touched the lace fabric of a lingerie. Who would have thought he was actually a Devil in disguise? A Devil who would sell his own wife to whoever was willing to help him with his career. Ivy sat on the bed for some time, letting herself grieve for her fate until she wiped aw