The day I said yes, I had no idea my life would turn out this way. Sometimes, the will to live and survive is so strong that a person can overcome any obstacle. But other times, surrender is the best option.
I surrendered. After years of fighting my father, I finally gave in. And for the first time in my life, I placed my fate in the hands of destiny. It led me straight to the man they called the Devil. But who said the Devil can't love? Part 1 :Family Life isn’t fair for everyone. I learned that at the age of seven when the people I called my family—those I thought loved me in their own way—showed me just how cruel the world could be. For fifteen years, I have endured my father’s abuse. Every time he beats me to the point of unconsciousness, I repeat to myself that it’s only a little longer. Just a little more, and I’ll disappear from their lives forever, starting fresh in another country where I can finally live in peace. Now, I’m in my final year of university, studying English literature. I also work at a café, saving up money. My so-called family doesn’t even know what I’m studying. They only allowed me to go to university to maintain their image as model parents in the eyes of others. “Eveline.” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at Lily, who stood next to me, clearly frustrated. “Where the hell is your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for an hour!” “Sorry, I was thinking about something and didn’t hear it.” “For a whole hour? Though, I’m not even surprised anymore. Enough sitting under this tree—come on, Noah and Amelia are waiting for us.” “Where are we going?” “To our café. And I think those two fought again. Don’t tell them I said anything.” I chuckled, stood up, packed my things into my bag, and followed Lily. The three of us have been friends since high school. They are my real family—the only people who know about what happens in my house and about my plan. They’re always by my side, no matter what. Noah and Amelia have been together since high school. Lily and I have lost count of how many times they’ve argued, fought, and broken up. (And by “break up,” I mean their longest separation lasted exactly two hours and forty-five minutes.) Lily and I always find it amusing how they can’t live without each other. And now, once again, they’ve apparently broken up. “Finally, Eve! I’m starving!” Amelia groaned, sitting across from Noah with an irritated expression. “Sorry, I didn’t hear my phone.” I sat down next to Noah, placed a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, “My condolences.” He gave me a puppy-eyed look and smiled. “You two, stop acting like I’m not here!” Amelia huffed, crossing her arms. It was impossible to take her seriously at moments like this. “Amelia, shut up and order something before you eat us instead,” Lily said, grabbing a menu and practically shoving it in Amelia’s face. “Rude bitch,” Amelia muttered while staring at the menu as if it held the answer to life itself. Food is extremely important to Amelia. She can eat all day and never gain weight. And when she’s hungry, she gets angry. Now I understand why they fought—or rather, why she fought. Noah and Amelia balance each other perfectly. Noah is tall, half-British, and often compared to a young Prince William—something he’s heard way too many times. Amelia, on the other hand, is half-Spanish, with striking dark features and a fiery personality. Noah is calm; she is explosive. A perfect combination. After twenty minutes, Amelia finally decided what to order. The waitress, wearing a short dress, took our orders and left. “She must be new,” I mumbled. “Yeah, I haven’t seen her before,” Lily agreed. “If that new bitch looks at what’s already mine one more time, I’m gouging her eyes out,” Amelia said loud enough for the whole café to hear. “Oh my God, Amy, the entire place probably heard you.” “Good,” she smirked, first looking at me, then at Noah. Noah loved that Amelia didn’t care what anyone thought—especially when it came to jealousy. He always said she was the most beautiful when she was possessive. A few moments later, a different waiter brought our food. It only took twenty minutes for Amelia’s mood to improve, and soon enough, she had already forgiven Noah. “Eve, you’re not working today, right?” Noah asked. I shook my head and took a sip of my apple juice. “Great! Let’s go to the movies, then!” “I can’t. I have to study for my exam.” “Come on, just this once! You know you’ll pass even if you don’t study,” Noah said, giving me those damn puppy eyes again. “Sorry, I really can’t. You know how my English professor is.” “Ugh, that bastard doesn’t let anyone pass,” Lily scoffed. She had hated the professor ever since he marked her down unfairly. And she was right—he was a bastard. “Even his name fits him. Jeffrey,” Noah chuckled. “Like in Game of Thrones—except we don’t have the luck of him being poisoned at his own wedding.” “Noah, you can’t say things like that,” Amelia said in a fake serious voice, looking at all of us. We burst into laughter because we all knew she’d personally strangle Professor Jeffrey if she had the chance. She still hasn’t forgiven him for failing her on that one test. Granted, Amelia has never been the best student, but we still hate him. I stood up and grabbed my bag. “I have to go. See you all tomorrow.” “Take care,” Amelia blew me a kiss. “Wait, I’ll drive you,” Lily said, getting up. “It’s okay, Lil, you know I love walking.” She gave me a deadpan look and unlocked the car. “Right. Walking. By bus. Who wouldn’t love that?” She gestured for me to get in. Lily is the calmest among us—so calm that sometimes we forget she’s even there. Amelia, Lily, and I have been friends since elementary school, even before Noah joined our group. She is the most comfortable person to be around. You can completely relax with her—something that is impossible with Amelia, who keeps you on your toes at all times. Maybe that’s why we work as friends—we balance each other out. I’m not like Amelia or Lily. I think I’m somewhere in between. As we drove, Lily suddenly said, “If Amy asks you to go shopping with her tomorrow, say no.” “What? Why?” “Because I already told her you’re helping me with something.” I gasped dramatically. “You know I love you, right?” Lily rolled her eyes. “If you mess up my hair again, I won’t help you escape Amy’s victim list next time.” I quickly pulled my hand back and laughed. Shopping with Amelia is a death sentence. She can walk around all day and buy absolutely nothing. And since Lily’s taste in clothes is very boyish, she’s no help at all, leaving me as Amelia’s only target. Lily pulled up in front of my house. “Good night. See you tomorrow.” I nodded, watching her drive off before going inside. Thankfully, everyone was in their rooms. After taking a warm shower, I dried myself and put on an old pink pajama set that used to belong to my half-sister. My wardrobe had nothing new—except for the underwear I bought with my own savings. Everything else was what my half-sister discarded when she got bored of it. I never complained. She had decent taste, and I had no other choice. Every penny I earned at the café was for my plan. I turned off the light in my room and lay down in bed, hoping that tomorrow would be as peaceful as today had been.:Connection When I was six, I accidentally overheard the maids talking, and I found out that I was the daughter of another woman who was now dead. My stepmother always told me I wasn’t her daughter, but I thought she was just saying that because she was mad at me. I was wrong. As I grew up, I learned that the woman who gave birth to me had worked here as a maid, and then, suddenly, she left. Ten months later, she left me at the door and disappeared. When I was younger, I couldn’t understand all of this, but now I realize that neither my mother nor my stepmother loved me, and neither did my biological father. My half-sister and half-brother act as though I don’t exist. They don’t talk about me and avoid being near me, as if I’m some sort of parasite. This morning, as soon as I woke up, the maids warned me that my stepmother was hosting a party today and that I shouldn’t leave my room. I’m working late today, so no one will notice if I sneak into the house. “It’s time to come down
:Future plans I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, looked at the time, and sighed. Today I have Mr. Berman's class first thing, and I don't think it's going to go well. That guy is always in a bad mood in the morning, to be honest, he isn't exactly happy the rest of the day either, but his morning lectures are the worst. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth. After finishing, I washed my face and applied sunscreen. My morning routine was limited to just that; unfortunately, I didn't have anything else. I really love skincare, sometimes I buy new products, but now I'm being very careful with money. I don't wear makeup, just a little contour on my lips, which Amelia bought for me and said it would perfectly complement my red hair and pale face. She was right. The cherry color gives my lips a natural and beautiful tint. I left the bathroom, grabbed a pair of light-colored jeans from my closet, which were rolled up at the waist and loose a
:Threat I finished work at ten and went home. I wasn't too tired today since we didn't have many customers. A month has passed since that party, and the bruise on my hand has completely disappeared. As soon as I opened the door, I heard yelling and immediately knew what was happening—my so-called father was back. He had been away for two weeks because of work, and for me, that felt like a holiday. I wish it could always be like that. It's so much better when he's not home. Just as I was about to head to my room, I heard my name and froze. "So now you're ignoring me too?" My father's voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I slowly turned to face him. "Speak when I talk to you, you filthy bastard." Before I could process what was happening, a sharp pain burned across my face, and my ears started ringing. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I don't know what I did wrong. He hates it when I stay silent, but he also hates it when I speak. My mere existence seems to disgust hi
:Lying to protect them When I opened my eyes and checked my phone, it was six in the morning. I couldn't even remember when I had fallen asleep last night—I had cried so much. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I flinched. My eyes were swollen, and I was terribly pale. I took off my clothes from the night before and stepped under the shower. I had no idea how long I stood under the cold water, but when I was done and looked in the mirror again, my lips were completely blue. Seeing myself like that made me cry all over again. Why was this happening to me? I finally had a plan, I was so close to my freedom, and now I had to marry a stranger just to protect my friends. After a few minutes, I stepped out of the bathroom and put on the first thing I could find. I tied my hair up and packed my laptop and notebooks into my bag. When I checked the time, it was already eight o'clock. My lecture didn't start until noon, but I needed to ge
:Fear and pain The next day, I wasn't feeling well, so I skipped my lectures and stayed in my room. It was hard for me to look my friends in the eyes and lie to them. That was one of the reasons I chose to stay home. I spent the entire day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I don't even remember how many times I cried. Eventually, when my eyes grew heavy, I turned to my side and closed them. The ringing of my phone woke me up. I answered without even checking who it was. "You're still not replying to my messages. I was getting worried. Are you okay?" Hearing Amelia's voice, I opened my eyes. "What time is it?" I glanced at the clock—it was already eleven. "Were you asleep? Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, but I was really worried." "It's fine. I'm okay, don't worry." "Why didn't you come to university today? Did something happen again?" Amelia's voice changed, filled with concern. "No, don't worry. I just wasn't feeling well. I stayed in my room all day." "Alright, b
:Night before the wedding These past few days had gone by so fast that I barely had time to process anything. Tomorrow, I would become the wife of a man I didn't even know. From what I had overheard in my stepmother's conversations, only my father's friends and close acquaintances would be attending. It was strange—my father had wanted a big wedding, but apparently, my future husband didn't like the idea, so they had changed the plans. It was almost laughable—learning about my own wedding by accident. I didn't even know what I was supposed to wear or what time the ceremony would take place. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I flinched slightly at the sudden sound. A young girl, probably around my age, stepped inside and told me that my father was asking for me in his study. I took a deep breath and stood up from the bed. For some reason, she remained by the door, watching me closely. "Is something wrong?" I asked. She gave me a small smile. "No... I just wanted to
:Wedding Day Emma did my light and elegant makeup and also took care of my hair. I don't even know why she works here if she's so talented. I pulled my hair up, leaving a few strands in the front, just as Emma suggested, saying it would look perfect with the veil. I simply nodded in agreement because I didn't care how I looked—I just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Once we finished with the makeup and hair, Emma helped me put on my dress. When I was finally ready, I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress, which I have no idea who chose for me, was long, flowing, and elegant, with lace sleeves and a corset that fit my body perfectly. The neckline made my chest look more alluring—neither too revealing nor too modest. The veil, much longer than the dress itself, added an extra touch of elegance. Everything looked perfect, and for the first time in my life, I could say that I was beautiful. Beautiful, yet miserable. "You look stunning," Emma said. I glanced at her and
:Words I would regret for a lifetime That man... from that night. What was he doing here? Margaret called him Dante, didn't she? No, it was impossible. It couldn't be him. My breathing became heavier, and my entire body tensed. I couldn't move. Margaret walked up to him and took his hand. Everyone greeted him—everyone except me. I stood there, frozen, unable to utter a single word. Why him? Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him? His gaze was now fixed on me. His black eyes were like an endless abyss, and the way he looked at me made me feel as if I was drowning in them. My heart pounded so hard that I felt a sharp pain in my chest. But I couldn't cry. Not now. If I did, they would start suspecting something. If the wedding didn't go as planned, my father would keep his word... and then, he would probably kill me. "As I understand from Dante, you two already know each other," Margaret said. I turned to her, stunned. What was she talking about? Even without
:Hang over A terrible headache woke me up. When I looked around the room, there was no one there. I sat up in bed and paused for a moment as dizziness washed over me. Damn it. I barely remember half of what happened last night. Slowly, I got up and made my way downstairs.Lily was in the kitchen, preparing something, while Amelia was sprawled on the couch, looking like she was on the verge of death."Hey," I called out.Amelia lifted her head slightly. "Hey, are you okay?""No. You?""Not at all."I moved her legs aside and sat down on the couch, then placed them on my lap."What the hell happened last night?" I asked."I have no idea, but I definitely went overboard. When I woke up, Noah called me just to mock me. Apparently, I called him last night and confessed my love to him—very romantically, might I add."I started laughing but stopped immediately as my headache worsened."Come on, the soup is ready," Lily announced.Amelia and I got up and sat at the table."Lil, aren't you fe
:When your actions contradict your wordsI ran out of the room and suddenly ran into Margaret. Damn, what happened now? Did I kiss him? No, he kissed me, but I kissed him too. Why? He can't possibly like me. Oh God, what should I do?"Darling, are you okay?"I was sure my face was bright red by now."Yeah, I'm fine, but I need some air."Margaret looked at me confused."I'll call Dante, and you two can go for a walk.""No, that was a bit too loud, I said." Margaret froze in place. I gave a slight smile."It's not necessary.""Alright, as you wish," she said, still looking at me with a confused expression, and then she left. I walked into the garden and stood there for a while. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes now? I'm sure for him it was just another casual kiss, but it wasn't the same for me. If I don't count the wedding day, it was my first real kiss. And I feel strange. Did I like it? Damn, I don't even know what to think. He's dangerous. He's a killer, and you hate him, b
:DesireI parked the car near the warehouse and stepped inside. Two men were tied to chairs, covered in blood. As soon as I entered, Marco appeared by my side."Boss, half of the cargo is missing. I think they already sold the goods.""They're not talking?""No. So far, they've kept their mouths shut."I walked closer to one of them and lifted his head. He was a mess—bruised, bloody, barely conscious."Can he still talk? He looks like he's about to die." Marco stood beside me, his face calm, as always."Mi dispiace, Boss... I might've gone a little too far. But I'm sure he can still answer your questions."Hmph... Looks like Enzo was right. Deluca and Gallo—those two little bastards—have dug their own graves."Wake them up. I need answers today. And someone call Enzo—where the hell is he?""I'm here. Seems like you started the party without me."This idiot—why does he always walk around with that same stupid smirk on his face? I shot him a cold glare."Come on, fratello, the traffic w
:Family Dinner The car stopped in front of the villa. Dante got out, and I followed him. As soon as we entered the house, Margaret was there to greet us. She immediately walked over to me and hugged me tightly."Darling, you look gorgeous," she said warmly.I smiled at her."Thank you, you look wonderful as well."She blushed slightly and laughed. Soon after, Lorenzo appeared and hugged me too."It's good to see you, my dear. You look lovely," he said with a warm smile."Thank you. I'm glad to see you too."How could these people be part of the mafia?They're so kind and welcoming—or maybe it's just an act. But why would they bother? I don't understand. How could such a sweet and caring couple have once been at the head of a criminal empire?"Come along, your parents and siblings are already here," Margaret said softly.My whole body tensed. I followed her quietly while Dante walked beside me. When we entered the dining room, the table was already set, and my so-called family stood t
:The red DressI was sitting in the lecture, but my mind was elsewhere—I was thinking about tonight's dinner. Why did I even bother inviting my so-called family? The last thing I wanted was to see their fake smiles."Miss Adams."I flinched and looked up to see Mr. Davis standing in front of me."Yes?" I smiled slightly."I believe your attention is elsewhere. I expect you to be more focused during my lecture."Great. Just what I needed."I apologize. I'll be more attentive from now on."He turned around and walked back to his desk.When the lecture finally ended, I stood up, grabbed my bag, and turned around—only to nearly bump into Mr. Davis."Sorry," I said quickly, stepping back. What the hell? Why was he standing so close?"I didn't mean to startle you," he said with a smile, sliding his hands into his pockets."Miss Adams, I heard you sometimes assist other professors. Would you mind helping me as well?""I'm sorry, but I don't have the time. I work after university, and I've on
:The Devil's Thoughts :DanteI was sitting at my desk, twirling a pen between my fingers, when the office door opened, and Rosa walked in."What do you want?""Why so rude? I came to cheer you up," she said, moving slowly toward my desk before sitting on it."I'm not in the mood. Get out.""Come on, I'm already here," she teased, starting to unbutton her shirt slowly."I said get out," I repeated, my voice cold and firm. My murderous gaze met hers, and I saw a flash of fear in her eyes."Fine, sorry," she muttered, sliding off the desk and heading toward the door."From now on, unless I call for you, don't you dare walk in here again. Is that clear?""Yes... it's clear," she stammered, her body trembling slightly. The moment I finished speaking, she slipped out of the office.Stupid girl. Just because I fucked her a few times, she thinks she has the right to walk in here and put on a show.My phone screen lit up, and when I glanced at it, I saw Marco's name."Talk," I answered coldly
:The Devil's Friend Enzo, Dante's only friend besides Nana, stood next to her wearing a pink floral apron. I couldn't help but wonder how he and Dante were even friends—he didn't seem nearly as scary as Dante."Hello again, Shorty," Enzo smiled at me while continuing to flip pancakes."Shorty?" I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms."Oh, come on, don't be mad. It suits you perfectly.""Because I'm short?""Exactly, but in an adorable way. It's nothing to be self-conscious about, in my opinion—it makes you even cuter."Well, considering everyone here—except Nana—was at least two heads taller than me, I guess I did seem short to them."I'm not self-conscious," I replied."Then can I keep calling you Shorty?""Do whatever you want.""Haha, I knew we'd get along! Now, come here and try my masterpiece."Nana smacked Enzo on the head, making me cover my mouth in surprise."Ouch! What was that for?""For taking credit for other people's work. The only thing you're good at is getting on my
:A peaceful dayThe lecture had already started when our new professor walked in."Good morning," he greeted us with a warm smile, but then, suddenly, his gaze locked onto me.What the hell? Why is he staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?He quickly cleared his throat and looked away."Alright, let's begin today's lesson."He was surprisingly good at explaining things, and he seemed friendly, too. When the lecture ended, I stood up, grabbed my bag, and was about to leave when I heard my name."Miss Adams."I turned around. "Yes, Mr. Davis?""I heard from your friends that you were unwell. I'm glad to see you're feeling better now."I gave him a small smile. "Thank you.""You've probably fallen behind on the material. It would be a shame for a student as bright as you to struggle because of a few missed classes. I can help if you need any assistance.""Thanks, but I've already asked my friends for their notes. If I don't understand something, I'll ask them. But I app
:A new beginning Diego dropped me off in front of the café. The others were already inside, and the moment they saw me, they jumped up and rushed to hug me."Finally, you're back!" Amelie squealed, practically bouncing with excitement."Yes, and I couldn't be happier! I can finally go to university with you guys. You have no idea how much this means to me!" I grinned.Lily glanced at Diego with a skeptical expression. "Is this guy going to be driving you around every day?"I couldn't help but laugh at the way she was eyeing him, as if she were inspecting a criminal."Yes, and stop looking at him like that. I know he might seem intimidating, but he's actually quite polite and calm.""Yeah, sure," Noah smirked. "With that kind of expression, I bet he's taken down at least ten people without breaking a sweat.""Well, one thing's for sure—he's sexy," Amelie chimed in.Noah shot her a deadly glare. "Not as sexy as you, sweetheart. Now relax.""Bad boys really are attractive, though," Lily