(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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Heavens grandmother gave her a necklace with a magic spell that would keep demons away from her. Despite that, the silver-eyed stranger visited her once again. Just as he promised.

If the spell didn't work, then maybe he wasn't a demon.

But... what else could he be?

She would guess a witch, had she not seen him at the party. As a witch, he would not risk coming to a party full of demons.

One thing Heaven was sure of. He was not human. He was far more sinister. The way he crawled into her bed made her shrink and shiver. What would he do to her this time?

She could feel him looming over her while she pretended to be asleep. She tried not to panic, but her heart was beating so fast she had a hard time breathing normally.

"I know you are awake." He spoke.

Heaven kept her eyes shut. Tonight she would not open them until he disappeared.

The stranger leaned closer. His soft hair fell on her face and tickled her. Then she felt his icy fingers on her neck. Heaven squealed internally but kept it together on the outside.

It's just a dream. He will disappear soon, she chanted inside her head.

But the stranger went nowhere. Instead, she felt his cool fingers get a grip on the necklace around her neck. Then she heard him chuckle.

"Did you think this would protect you from me?" He asked, amused.

Heaven continued to pretend to sleep, but he wasn't willing to leave.

"You don't need protection from me. I wouldn't hurt you." He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Look at me." He urged softly.

His words were compelling, somehow taking control over her and forcing her to open her eyes.

No! Why did she open...

The words faded from her mind as soon as she saw his face. There was something about his appearance that took her breath away, yet when she woke up she couldn't remember what he looked like. Except the eyes.

"Why did you not come to meet me?" He asked.

"I was afraid." She blurted.

"You need not be afraid of me." He traced his fingers along her jawline and down to the curve of her neck.

His cold touch made her shudder, yet her body grew hot. Her senses came alive and his scent filled her nostrils. He smelled like wet earth after rain.

Heaven inhaled his delicate scent. She loved rain. The smell of it, the sound of it, and the feel of the cold water dripping on her skin.

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Why did this man remind her of rain and storms?

"I'll wait for you tomorrow." He said, but it sounded more like a question. As if he was asking her if she would go to meet him.

"I can't." She shook her head.

His lips curved into a smile. "At least this time you didn't say you don't want to."

Heaven stared at him, confused. "It's the same thing." She said.

Suddenly he was out of her bed, standing on the other side. "I'll be waiting for you."

Heaven sat up. "I told you I can't."

"I am sure you'll find a way."

"I..." Before she could say anything else, he dissipated into smoke.