All Chapters of The Devil's Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lyra and her friends continued their night out at the club, dancing and drinking. At first, she chose to stay seated, sipping on a cute pink drink with a little umbrella on it. But Rhian and Raine were too convincing. When they have pulled her into their own small circle on the dance floor, she can never say no. As the night went on, Lyra became more confident and carefree. Maybe it was the alcohol or just the vibe of the songs, but she danced without inhibition, feeling the music pulse through her body. It’s not a surprise that Lyra easily became the center of attention at the bar that night. The three beautiful girls were surrounded by several handsome men vying for their attention. Her charisma and charm seemed to attract everyone in the bar. A lot of people tried to buy her drinks and flirt with her, but she did not even think about it. All she did was politely decline and focus on partying with her friends. But that did not stop the men from focusing only on her, making other

Lyra woke up the next morning at the hotel feeling the throbbing pain in her head, as if her skull were being cracked open like an egg shell. Last night was a shitshow, and she did not expect it to turn out like it did. It is what it is; she knows that she has done a lot of things that did not really feel right to do, but she has already done them. There is no turning back. All she has to do now is wish and pray that it was all worth it. She woke up and did what she always does first thing in the morning since Derrick left. She slowly tapped on the bed, the empty space beside her, checking to see if it was occupied by the magical being at last, then she would sigh, sensing that he wasn't there yet. He is still away. He’s still gone."I kind of feel the need to drink alcohol already," she whispered to herself as soon as she confirmed that Derrick was not with her. As she opened her eyes, she saw the beautiful design of the hotel’s ceiling and sighed for another time. "I forgot that I w

Lyra had already returned to her room, thinking that she might as well use the day to get some rest and take one sleeping pill to help her out with it. But as soon as she was about to, she realized that her cup was empty. That made her irritably stand up and walk back down the stairs to the kitchen. But when she came back down to the living room, she found Dame and Zin there, deep in conversation.Assuming that it was just casual talk, Lyra started to walk past them, not minding what the two had been talking about. They did not seem to notice her walking past, and she did not think much of it until she overheard something that caught her attention. It was about Zin disappearing into thin air, and Lyra couldn't help but stop and listen in. It was a story that she did not hear from Dame. After pressing him for the entire morning, this seemed to be Lyra's only chance to get a glimpse of what really happened, so she did not miss it.As she listened to their conversation, Lyra's shock and

Lyra sat alone in her room, tears streaming down her face as she recalled everything that Zin told her—the story of Derrick's past. A revelation that she never expected to get but something that really broke her. She had always known that her husband had a troubled past; after talking about it for quite some time, she was able to guess how tough it had been for him, but hearing it in such detail was almost too much to bear.When Zin explained how Derrick had been a mortal man, deeply in love with Elira, the woman he first cared about, his first wife, her heart ached. At first, she thought that it was jealousy. Maybe because the man she loves the most was actually in love with a different woman, the way Zin told the story about them made her believe that his feelings for her exceed the borders of hell. But instead of jealousy, she felt more empathetic. She felt bad for what Derrick went through and for what their end was. She felt bad because of what happened to his past life. And a sl

Rhian and Raine sat across from each other in their restaurant, their usual chatter subdued as they both kept a watchful eye on their friend, Lyra, who sat alone at a nearby table, lost in thought. "Something's definitely off with Lyra," Rhian said, her brow furrowed with concern. "She's been acting really strange for the past few days." Raine nodded, sipping her drink thoughtfully. "I know. I've noticed it too. She's been so distant and quiet, like she's not really here with us." Rhian leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Lyra's slumped figure. "Do you think it has something to do with Derrick?" Raine shrugged. "It's possible. I know that he’s going to be stuck abroad for quite some time. Zin had told me that he needed to handle a lot more business-related things there. Maybe she was just worried. Or she might be missing him again; you know, he’s also failing to message her often." Rhian grimaced. "Yeah, that's a tough pill to swallow. But Lyra and Derrick have been through so much