Who Is The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

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.

Alaric screeched angrily, his eyes even bulging with anger. The woman was also glaring, she was angry and annoyed. "You crazy bastard, Alaric!" Said the woman. Emerald chose to watch the fight without any intention of joining in. The woman's eyes were drawn to Emerald who was standing by the car. "Is this your wife? What family is she from huh? Is she taller than me?" The woman railed. Seeing Alaric not answering made the woman approach Emerald, she raged then slapped Emerald hard on the face.

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?! "

The image of a happy, powerful First Family. And all of it a lie. Devon was always away in those early years of our union, chasing business deals, making waves across continents, building the empire he now rules. And me? I was lonely. Vulnerable. Forgotten. Left in a gilded mansion filled with silence and servants. And then came Jim Halvorsen. The enemy. Devon's political rival. His sworn nemesis. A man who challenged everything Devon stood for on paper and in private. But I didn’t know that at first. Never did.

Elena frowned. “You know her?” Sophia answered through clenched teeth. “I wish I didn’t.” The woman smiled. “My name is Dr. Isabella Voss.” She looked at the family one by one. Then stopped at Elena. “So…” “The last Devereaux children have finally come home.” The corridor fell silent. Dr. Isabella Voss stood with perfect composure, her hands folded behind her back. She looked nothing like a criminal. Nothing like the architects of Black Hollow. She looked like an ordinary scientist.

Some girls stole glances at Devon, of course they hoped this guy would ask them out. Devon’s appearance is not bad, this time he wears jeans that match the color of his jeans jacket. But what gives him more value is the BMW car keys that are in hand. The BMW SUV type is indeed the latest release and the paint is still very shiny. Of course this made his appearance look great, and everyone thought Devon had much money on his wallet. “You want to see me? For what, will our meeting be profitable for me?” the woman Devon was calling Asked. Devon was silent and let the woman he called keep on talking. She is Sabrina Collins, ex-wife of Erick Dalton. Both names do have their own story with Nicko.

I'm also hesitant to tell my friends about my wedding plans; maybe it's best to keep this a secret. # Author Pove Devan Willson, a handsome man who is assertive and authoritative, owns several businesses, which are the source of his wealth. Behind it all, he has a million secrets that can't be revealed. Wedding plans are in sight, but Devan is still busy with his office work, while all wedding matters have been handed over to his trusted WO. "Mr. Devan." Felix Pradana, who is none other than Devan's assistant, came over.

My father's face Instantly dropped from an evil smirk to a blank expression. "Everyone wants my wife." Nikola pressed his lips against the cigarette, savouring as he sucked in the smoke. "But no one expects me will her, She is mine.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”