All Chapters of Forced Marriage with The Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel stood in front of her vanity, her fingers tracing the edge of the mirror. Her reflection stared back, but she barely recognized the woman she saw. Since Damon had entered her life, everything had shifted—her emotions, her resolve, her very sense of self.The kiss lingered in her mind like a brand, its heat refusing to fade. It wasn’t just the kiss itself—it was the intensity behind it, the way Damon’s presence unraveled her carefully constructed walls.“This is ridiculous,” Hazel muttered under her breath. She didn’t want to feel this way. She shouldn’t feel this way. Damon was infuriating, arrogant, and entirely too dangerous—for her heart, her mind, and her kingdom.And yet…A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and Damon stepped inside, his presence filling the room instantly.Hazel stiffened, turning to face him. “You really should wait to be invited,” she said sharply, masking her nerves with irritation.Damon

The tension in the throne room was suffocating. Hazel’s eyes darted between Damon and the masked intruders, her pulse racing as their words echoed in her mind.“Relinquish the girl, or face the consequences.”Damon stood tall in front of her, his sword gleaming in the flickering torchlight. His presence was a wall of defiance, his body a shield between Hazel and the threat before them.“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” Damon said, his voice low and lethal.The leader of the intruders tilted their head, clearly unimpressed. “And you, Devil King, have no idea how far we are willing to go to end this. Hand her over, or we will burn this castle to the ground.”Hazel stepped closer to Damon despite herself, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t let anyone hurt her people because of her, but Damon’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist to stop her from moving forward.“Stay behind me,” he said quietly, his tone brooking no argument.Hazel swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

The room was silent except for the crackling fire in the hearth. Hazel sat on the edge of a plush chair in Damon’s private study, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Across from her, Damon stood near the window, staring out into the night as if the darkness held the answers he sought.She could still feel the heat of his kiss from earlier, but she pushed the memory aside. There were more pressing matters now.“You keep mentioning the prophecy,” Hazel said, her voice breaking the stillness. “But you’ve yet to tell me everything.”Damon turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “Because knowing everything isn’t always a blessing, Hazel.”Her jaw tightened, and she rose to her feet. “That’s not your decision to make. You’ve dragged me into this—this curse, this prophecy, this war. I deserve to know.”Damon’s dark eyes narrowed, and he crossed the room in a few swift strides, stopping just short of her. His presence was overwhelming, his voice a low growl. “You think I dragged you

The fire in Damon’s chambers crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the room. Hazel sat in a chair near the hearth, the silver pendant clutched tightly in her hand. She couldn’t stop staring at it, its strange symbols swirling in her mind like echoes of the vision she’d seen in the ruined chapel.Damon paced behind her, his movements restless. She could feel his tension in the air, thick and oppressive.“Tell me again,” he said, his voice sharp.Hazel looked up, her fingers tightening around the pendant. “I saw shadows, fire, a throne… and you. You looked…” She hesitated, the memory sending a chill down her spine.“I looked what?” Damon demanded, stopping in front of her.Hazel met his gaze, her voice trembling. “You looked broken. As if you’d lost everything.”Damon’s jaw tightened, and he turned away, his hands clenching at his sides. “And the voice?”“It said the queen will bring salvation… or destruction.”The words hung in the air like a curse, and Hazel watched as Da

The council chamber was alive with tension. Maps and scrolls covered the long oak table, and the air was thick with the murmurs of Damon’s generals as they discussed strategy. Hazel sat at the far end, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she listened.“We can’t defend every border,” one of the generals said, his voice sharp. “The Order of the Veil strikes in the shadows. We’d spread ourselves too thin.”Damon stood at the head of the table, his dark presence commanding the room. “We’re not defending every border,” he said firmly. “We’ll draw them out. Make them think they have the upper hand.”Hazel frowned, leaning forward. “You’re talking about using bait.”Damon’s eyes flicked to hers, his expression unreadable. “Yes.”“And who’s the bait?” Hazel demanded, though she already knew the answer.A heavy silence fell over the room. Finally, Damon spoke, his voice low but resolute. “Me.”Hazel rose from her chair, her pulse quickening. “No. Absolutely not.”Damon’s gaze darkened. “Thi