Sold to Lucifer

Sold to Lucifer

last updateLast Updated : 2023-06-19
By:  hazelblackwood Ongoing
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A woman recently came out of an abusive marriage thinking that she is free, it's soon taken from her when her uncle's arrange her into another marriage with a feared man and head of the Greek mafia. Lucifer Drakos Hatred for the married couple spills causing dark secrets and lies to unleash into the marriage which will endanger the couple. Will one of them get killed from their past or both families go into war from the secrets which may cause the deaths for the married couple. Lucifer Drakos She’s my weakness, my obsession. I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me. I can, however, change her.

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Chapter 1

Prologue

Till death do us part?

Hilarious if you ask me.

I will never forget the day when my freedom was forcefully taken away from me the minute I said "I do." at the altar in front of dozens of eyes gawking at me...I was screaming my lungs out on the inside, wanting to rip my heart out.

I lost everything, the reason to live, the reason to love, the reason to breathe.

I tried, Jesus I tried so hard to end the suffering but it only made the situation worse to the point I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.

But today, today is the day I finally get my freedom back.

I continue to scrape the edge of the blade along the steel rod as I stare into the lifeless eyes of the painting of my husband hanging on the kitchen wall in front of me.

Five fucking years. Tortured by my dear husband.

I called out for help, they laughed at me like I was nothing. They laughed at me like I was not human. Like I somehow deserved the pain and endless torture.

I let out a sigh, a tear gently caressing my cheek, dripping onto the kitchen island.

The timer goes off for the roast chicken in the oven. I set the knife and the rod down walking over to the oven. I put on my oven mitts and took out the chicken, it sizzled the smell of butter and garlic lingered in the air.

Today is a special day for me and my husband.

The sound of the front door shuts and a small smile stretches across my face.

His home.

I hear heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen, it finally comes to stop and I feel his stare burning as my back is faced towards him.

I put on a fake smile and turn around.

"You're just in time for dinner." I beamed, removing the oven mitts.

His brown eyes grew suspicious by my behavior. His hair was wizened and straw-like, nearly fossilized. It was so dry. He had intense cold, way worn eyes and a distinctive beard. It wasn't thick, His face was toil worn and tanned from exposure to the elements.

He loosens his tie around his neck and removes his jacket, before walking out of the kitchen he flashes me a quick glance and walks away.

My grip around the mitts tighten as I picture myself strangling his neck , suffocating him to death.

I took a deep breath, my eyes focused on the open entrance of the kitchen, I reached over the top drawer pulling it open and heaved a small bottle containing cyanide salt.

I've been collecting seeds from the core of an apple for a long time. It takes several thousand crushed seeds of an apple to kill someone. What's so special about an apple is that the seeds contain cyanide. It cuts out oxygen from the body, stopping the brain and the heart which are the most important organs in your body.

It's a quick and effective way to get rid of someone without suspicion. Especially if you are the wife and live in a world where crime is a way of survival.

Tucking it in my apron front pocket,  I scurry into the dining room with other dishes I prepared earlier, gently setting the chicken in the middle of the table.

Soft melodious music was playing in the background; Nocturne No.2 , the room lighting dim setting of a warm cozy atmosphere with romantic scented vanilla candles, placed in every corner of the room. 

I love the smell of vanilla. 

The beautiful crystal chandelier hangs above the dining table, the table filled with many options of food.

Salad, freshly baked bread, roasted chicken, steamed seasoned vegetables and the classic red wine.

I quickly dish both our plates with small portions of all the food options I prepared today from scratch . Pulling out the cyanide salt I sprinkle it onto my husband's plate. Making sure that each grain is not wasted.

When I heard footsteps I shove the bottle of salt back into my apron pocket and walked over to my side of the table which was the far end of the table.

I removed my apron, revealing my black pencil dress as it hugged my body portraying every inch of my curves. I set the apron underneath the table and took a seat, patiently waiting for my husband.

Moments later he walks in wearing a nightgown with a lit Cuban cigar resting at the corner of his chapped lips. He takes a puff before sitting down.

I shuffled comfortably in my seat, grabbing the knife and fork and began to dig in my meal. His eyes seemed to laser in on me as if I was his target for the day. Ignoring him I continue to enjoy my meal unbothered by his threatening gaze.

I take the wine glass, my lips pressing the rim of the glass as I sip on the wine, my gaze lifts and meets my husband.

Smiling, setting the glass down I say. "Eat, the food will get cold."

He took one last pull before burning out the cigar and set it aside for later. He slowly cut the meat as his eyes watched me carefully.

I watch closely when he brings the piece of meat to his mouth, chewing it as he gawks at me.

He pauses and swallows.

"How is it?" I ask, buttering my bread. "Good." he stated and continued to stuff his face with vegetables and meat.

I picked up a few vegetables with the fork and ate it, after I took another sip of the wine. The bitter-sweet liquid trails down my throat.

A silent moment passes, I lift a brow when I catch him clearing his throat as his breathing becomes heavier.

"What the fuck is in this?" he demands, staring at me wide eyed. I fight back a smile and reply as I cut through the chicken in front of my plate. "I think I might have added a lot of paprika."

He yanks the glass of wine and gulps it down but that only makes it worse, he coughs violently, his wrinkled hand gripping his chest as he tries to breathe.

I sit there quietly, watching him with satisfaction.

His eyes grow terrified, anxiety creeping in from the depth of his soul. He looked around confused by his surroundings. His skin turning red, thick veins popping out from the side of his head to his neck. He tries to stand up but falls back down to his seat gasping for air.

My painted red lips curl up into a smirk, "I forgot to mention that I added a special ingredient for my special husband..." I pause, twirling the red liquid in the glass. "Cyanide salt." I let out blankly.

He looks at me terrified and angry, I glare back bitterness awaking under my skin.

His gasp becomes shallow, tears pouring out of his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably.

I took another bite of my food then sipped on the wine watching my husband's life slowly being sucked out of his body.

He takes one last breath, his head dropping onto the plate with a half eaten meal.

Silence pours out into the room, the only sound is the soft classical music humming in the air. I continued to eat my food. My gaze focused on my husband's lifeless body.

Once I am done, I refill my glass of wine, lifting it to the air, I stare blankly into space and smile.

"Happy Anniversary, skurwielu."

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17 Chapters
Prologue
Till death do us part? Hilarious if you ask me. I will never forget the day when my freedom was forcefully taken away from me the minute I said "I do." at the altar in front of dozens of eyes gawking at me...I was screaming my lungs out on the inside, wanting to rip my heart out. I lost everything, the reason to live, the reason to love, the reason to breathe. I tried, Jesus I tried so hard to end the suffering but it only made the situation worse to the point I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.But today, today is the day I finally get my freedom back. I continue to scrape the edge of the blade along the steel rod as I stare into the lifeless eyes of the painting of my husband hanging on the kitchen wall in front of me.Five fucking years. Tortured by my dear husband. I called out for help, they laughed at me like I was nothing. They laughed at me like I was not human. Like I somehow deserved the pain and endless torture. I let out a sigh, a tear gently caressing my chee
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Chapter one
ONE YEAR LATER IRENA'S POV "No! No, let go of me!" I yelled while I was being dragged to my future husband.It has been a year since my husband Viktor passed on. The night after I poisoned him I faked my grief over Viktor, to show that I was mourning and was shocked by his sudden heart attack. No one suspected a thing which was good because if my uncles found out that I killed my husband I was certainly going to pay the price of my sins which was death. I threw a whole tantrum as the guard carried me downstairs and into one of my uncles' studies.I hissed when they threw me onto the wooden floor. My body ached due to the impact of the ground.The guard shuts the door and locked it after.I force myself to sit up, groaning as my rib cage aches each time I take a breath.I was trapped again. No way out.History is going to repeat itself the minute I meet my new husband.For the past three months, I've been at my happiest even though I was living with my uncles and had to do house chor
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Chapter two
LUCIFER'S POV "Haven't your uncles taught you that it's rude to ignore a person when they speak to you?" I state.Irena looked at me with pure disgust. Not a single trace of fear was in sight.Why isn't she talking?Is she fucking deaf?Does her brain even function normally?My hand around her neck tightened, waiting for her to scream. Pleading me to not suffocate her to death.I wanted to hear her voice."Answer me." I snapped, my hand tightening more around her sweet small neck, her eyes sparkling with the wetness of her tears, slowly caressing down her soft chocolate skin. Her breathing is shallow as she gasps for air, trying to budge free from my grasp.I watched her carefully while I take away her ability to breathe. I could see the terror in her eyes, her plump lips parted in desperate need of air. Her eyes were wide as she stared into me.Pleading for a puff of breath.Her hands found their way onto my face as she tried to push me away with all her strength which did no justic
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Chapter three
IRENA'S POVIt has been a period of three hours since I have been left alone within the study of Anatol. Throughout this duration, I pondered Saint incessantly. The sensation of his hands upon me still resonated within me, causing my stomach to convulse with feelings of abhorrence.Thus far, he has not acted malevolently towards me, aside from physically obstructing my breathing. The sole contemplation of whether he will prove to be a superior or inferior individual in comparison to Viktor has left me feeling agitated and uneasy.For a considerable period, I have harbored an intense desire for liberation. My ultimate objective is to flee from my current existence and commence a fresh life far away from my current abode, assuming an unfamiliar identity, residing in a modest abode, and securing a respectable occupation.In a stroke of luck, I may be able to transform my reverie into a reality by becoming a local pianist. This aspiration represents my heartfelt desire to lead a fulfillin
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Chapter four
IRENA'S POVTwo months flew by so quickly. It was endless tears, screaming, and sleepless nights as I counted the days until my wedding day.Today is the day. September 22nd.The last time I heard from Saint was when he nearly suffocated me two months ago. After that, he disappeared like a Ghost. I have not heard from him or seen him. Or the mentions of his name from me or anyone else in the house. It was as if it was forbidden to say his name without his presence.I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the eyes of a lost girl.Uncle Ian, 36 years old and the middle brother, picked out this dress for me. Ian is barely home. He is constantly traveling for work, and I only see him during special occasions like this, which is rare.The stretchy white fabric perfectly fits as it hugs my body. The silhouette dress is provided through the bodice and starts to flare out at the waist in a triangular fashion with sleeves that drape gracefully off-the-shoulder.My brown skin and white dre
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Chapter five
"Drink. You look tense." Saint says as he gestures his drink to me. I looked at it and scoffed, then shifted my gaze back to the chattering and dancing guests."I don't want to be here," I state bluntly. "Neither do I, yet here we are." he lets out.Ignoring him, I snatched the drink out of his hands and gulped it down. Allowing the burning sensation to trail down my neck. Setting the empty glass down, I crossed my arms, my gaze still fixed on the guests.Saint and I sat in uncomfortable silence at the bridal table while we stared at the people who attended this God-forsaken wedding."There's the star of the night!" A male voice cheered. I glance at Saint to see him staring at a man approaching us with a bright smile.He slightly has similar features as Saint. His dark hair is styled back, and his jade eyes sparkle with confidence. His jaw is sharp, with a light stubble resting on his face."That's my younger brother Abel," Saint whispered.Abel approached us and shook Saint's hand be
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Chapter six
The flight to Bora Bora was devastating.I was sitting in silence, none of the staff bothered to ask me if I wanted a drink or something to eat. They didn't bother to breathe or look in my direction. I was practically a ghost.Just as I asked, Saint left me alone. He kept his distance. It was as if he wasn't even there yet I felt his dark presence. Once in a while I would turn my head to look at him out of curiosity. When I looked directly into those eyes—a deep umber with a tint of green on his left eye it caused the hairs on the nape of my neck to lift from my skin. I felt his proximity like a black hole, his pull like the gravity of the moon shifting the tide.The plane landed,, and once I stepped out of the plane, I was greeted by the lowering sun casting the lush grounds in shades of amber and smoky taupe. With warm winds licking my skin causing goosebumps to spread all over my body due to the unexpected wind. A black Mercedes pulls up in front of the plane then a man with buzzed
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Chapter seven
A vicious spark ignites my blood.Her Amazonian figure sat well on her pear-shaped body. Her skin is the hues of the rich oak in spring rains. Her thick median arched brows eased down gently to her languid eyelashes of velvet-black followed by her adorable bulb nose resting on her face. Her full two toned lips positively drooled with goodness. Her hair is a glorious tumble of light upon the night sea. Black strands glowing like a sweet poet's ink and quill and her virility-brown eyes set my heart a thump.Irena has been meticulously crafted with excellence, displaying an immaculate facade. She exhibits no discernible imperfections.As I stand against the doorway, I observe in silence as she delicately unlatches her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders before casting it onto the bed. My gaze lingers with admiration upon her ample bosom. The persistent desire to caress and suckle them proves to be a tantalizing sensation. Irena dons her nightgown and proceeds towards the window, o
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Chapter eight
The rush of blood sears my veins.My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.I barge into the bathroom and slam the door with a heavy hand, scrambling to the toilet like there's no tomorrow. Kneeling before it, I grasp my locks tightly and emit a deep sigh before a wave of sorrow hits me, forcing me to violently vomit into the porcelain bowl. My tears flow freely as I purge my emotions along with the stomach acids.When the ordeal is over, I release the seat with a heavy clack and lean my forehead on my arm, bowing to the flood of memories that assault my mind without warning.Today is his birthdayAs I
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Chapter nine
I've been avoiding him for the past 3 days.Call me crazy, but I can't be around a man who makes me feel some type of way. I don't like the way he makes me feel, I don't like how he finds joy in my suffering.The way my heart speeds up, thumping like thunder against my chest, the way the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the way goosebumps travel all over my body, how I forget to breath, to speak, to move.I don't like it at all. So the best way to avoid the feeling is to keep distance from Saint.I felt like all eyes were on me as Saint and I sat quietly at our breakfast table. It's a special occasion where couples that are on their honeymoon have an all eat breakfast buffet.All I took was an apple, pomegranate seeds and pineapple slices. I was not in the mood for anything heavy. Saint just took two croissants with strawberries and yogurt with a cup of black coffee. Just like his soul.This is the closest I've been to Saint. When it's time for bedtime. I sleep on the couch and he s
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