Married to Devil

Chapter 55: Who are they?

London, England:

London was the largest and richest city in England, a place where billionaires lived in magnificent mansions. Inside one of those grand estates, there was a room so spotless it seemed untouched, as if every corner had been polished to perfection. In the very center of the wide bed, someone was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in a blanket…

Then, suddenly, the blanket was pulled away. Beneath it lay a young man, handsome enough to be mistaken for a movie hero. He was shirtless, his skin fair, his hair silky and slightly tousled from sleep. His body was strong and perfectly toned, the kind of physique that spoke of discipline and hours spent in the gym…

Disturbed from his rest, he sat up with irritation, his expression sharp and annoyed. But the moment his eyes fell upon the person who had woken him, everything changed. The annoyance melted away as though it had never existed. His face softened, and a gentle, radiant smile spread across his lips…

It was the kind of smile that could make any girl lose her heart, a smile so warm and captivating it seemed to light up the room. Yet, this smile was not meant for the world outside. It was a private smile, reserved only for his family, the people he loved most…

Man: Good morning, pretty lady…(he said with a playful smile, hugging her warmly)

Lady: Good morning, handsome… (she replied, kissing his forehead with affection, her smile glowing like sunlight)

At that very moment, an aged man entered the room. He had been standing at the doorway for quite some time, silently observing the tender exchange. His face carried a gentle smile, the kind of smile he reserved only for his family. But when he heard their words, his expression changed, his cheeks flushed red with jealousy, though it was more playful than serious…

Aged Man: Abe sale, go find your own girl! Why are you flirting with mine? (he teased, giving the young man a light slap on the head)

Man: Oh come on, Dad, don’t be jealous. There’s no one in this world more beautiful than my mom… (he broke the hug, rolling his eyes with mock irritation)

Lady: Oh come on, Aanand, you’re acting like a child again. And don’t hit my handsome son, understand? (she pulled the young man into a motherly hug, her tone protective yet tender)

Well, you must be wondering who these people are. Let me explain. The handsome young man was none other than Danish Marchant, one of the most powerful businessmen in England. He was not born into wealth, he built his empire with his own determination and hard work. Starting from scratch, he created his own business and eventually rose to become one of the most respected names in the industry. Today, he owned a massive fashion house in London called “Ichméa Fashion House”. It wasn’t just big, it was iconic. People from across the city and even abroad lined up for appointments with him, because he was considered London’s most famous designer, a man whose creativity set trends and defined elegance…

The graceful lady was his mother, Maya Marchant. She was not just a homemaker but a successful businesswoman in her own right. She ran a jewelry brand called “ICH Jewel”, which had become one of the most sought-after names in London. Her designs were admired for their beauty and sophistication, and she was known as a woman of strength and charm, balancing her role as a mother with her identity as a leader in the business world…

The aged man was Aanand Marchant, the head of the family and one of the top businessmen in London. He managed a powerful company named “Marchant Group”, which was counted among the most influential corporations in the city. Aanand was respected for his sharp business mind, but within the family he often showed a playful, childlike side, especially when it came to competing for Maya’s attention against his own sons…