Married to the devil’s son episode 42 – 43

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 42

I opened my eyes slowly, unwilling to succ.u.mb the sweet dream I had been having. I realized it wasn’t
a dream, as I felt Lucian’s arm around my wa-ist, pressing my back against his chest. His legs entwined
with mine under the sheets, his breath in my hair, fanning my neck.
It hadn’t been a dream. Lucian had made love to me last night in the most sensual, tender manner. I felt
my cheeks heat and my body burn anew as I recalled the beautiful memories. It was an experience I had
never had before and never thought I would have. Actually, I never thought such an experience could
even exist. How could a single k-ss make my head spin? A light touch burn my skin?

My heart skipped a beat as I felt Lucian’s arm tighten around my wa-ist.
“Lucian? Are you awake?” I whispered.
“Hmm…” he said in a sleepy voice. Then it was quiet for a while. Had he gone back to sleep?
Slowly, I turned around to face him. His eyes were closed but I knew he was half awake. Maybe he was
tired and wanted to continue sleeping, so I kept quiet as to not wake him.
Lord, he was beautiful. Just looking at him made my heart race and my fingers itched to touch him. I let
my fingers slide up his shoulder and down his arm feeling the smooth and warm texture of his skin.
“Do that again” he said his voice husky with sleep.
Smiling, I did the same gesture again feeling him shiver slightly under my touch. Then I ran my fingers
down his neck, his jaw, his l-ips, admiring the smoothness. Craving to touch him more, k-ss him and hold
him.

He grabbed my wrist stopping me, then he opened his eyes.
“Are you done tormenting me, wife?”
“Not yet,” I smiled teasingly.
Taking my hand, he k-ssed my palm then entwined his fingers with mine.
“I have never slept so peacefully before,” My heart warmed up at his words. “I wish to sleep with you in
my arms every night from now on.”
“Every night?”
“Yes, every night.” He stated, his eyes boring into mine and suddenly an image of his red eyes from last
night appeared in my head.
I had looked into them, into his blood red eyes and still let him make love to me. I should have been
scared, should have scre-med, or at least asked him what he was, but I had been blind with l.u.s.t.
“Hazel?” He grabbed some strands of my hair and tugged them behind my ear. “About last night…what
you saw…I really don’t know how to explain it.”
He seemed to think for a while before his eyes slowly became unfocused, distant. All of a sudden,
images of a young boy with black hair and golden eyes appeared in my head.
The boy, who looked to be five years old, was happy as he ran.

“Papa,” he shouted with a smile and enveloped his father in a hug. The smile quickly died on his face as
he felt his father stiffen and recoil from his touch. He looked up at his father to see him look down at
him with disgust. His heart dropped to his stomach. With teary eyes, he watched his father from a
distance hugging and k-ssing his brothers while smiling and laughing, and wondered why he had been
treated so differently.
Now the boy was a little older maybe eight. He was sitting at the lunch table with his brothers and
father.
“Where is your mother?” one of his brothers asked. The boy looked at the empty chair next to him
where his mother was supposed to sit, then he looked at his brothers who all were sitting next to their
mothers.

“His mother is dead son. Leave him alone.” The woman who was his mother said.
The golden eyed boy looked down at his hands feeling all alone. He had heard people whisper that he
was the reason his mother died. Because she had to give birth to a monster like him.
Indeed he was a monster, at least when he looked himself in the mirror and saw his eyes red and nails
sharp like blades. He was terrified by his own image. He hated what he saw so he broke the mirror with
a single thought and then sat in the middle of the shattered glass. Tears rolled down his eyes.
With a shaky hand, he grabbed a piece of the broken mirror and placed it on his wrist. Slowly he cut
through his flesh but the pain was nothing compared to the one in his chest. He looked at his wrist, the
cut had already healed. If only the wounds in his heart could heal as well.
Why was it so difficult? Why was life so cruel to him? He just wanted to be loved, to be held just once.
He wanted someone to tell him he wasn’t a monster and that he didn’t need to be scared.

But once again he sat in the corner of a dark room, scared, crying in his pillow to stifle the sound. He had
almost burned his brother, with just a thought. How was that possible? Maybe he was a monster, who
had killed his mother and almost killed his brother today. He deserved to be hated, he deserved to be
feared. No wonder his father didn’t want him, he had killed his wife and could kill him as well.
The golden eyed boy who was now a teenager had accepted that he was a monster. His heart had
become numb from all the pain and loneliness he had to endure so he shut his feelings down.
He had heard all kinds of bad things about himself. He had heard them so many times that it didn’t
matter anymore. No one cared and nobody would ever care, so why bother? He isolated himself from
everyone else but still, he couldn’t be left alone. His brothers would mock him every time they got the
opportunity and his father would sometimes barge into his room in an intoxicated state.
“You!” his father would shout, pointing at him while trying to keep his balance. “You have made my life
a hell! Why do you have to exist you repulsive thing? Why?!!!”
“Father?”
“Don’t! Don’t call me that. I am not your father!” he would scre-m. “And don’t look at me with those
eyes!!”
His father hated his eyes and so did he. Some people said his eyes were made from hell fire while others
said they were stones from hell. If people looked into them they would sin and eventually go to hell.
“Father? Why do you hate me so much?” the boy asked gathering some courage.
“Hate?” his father laughed. “I don’t hate you, I despise you.”
“Then why don’t you just kill me!” the boy yelled, tears falling down his face.
“I wish I could.” his father spat.
Later that night, the boy stood at the top of the castle’s tower, looking down. He took a deep breath. He
was going to end his miserable life. No more pain, no more loneliness. He closed his eyes. This was the
end he thought.
“Nooo!!” Hazel scre-med and Lucian came out of his haze.

Startled he looked at her, her cheeks were w-t with tears. He realized that she had seen his memories.
How?
“Hazel.” He reached for her and held her tightly while she cried hysterically against his chest.
“I am sorry you got to see that. I didn’t mean to.” He said but she just kept crying.
Lucian cursed inwardly. How was she able to see his memories? To see him in pain was the last thing he
wanted.
“Hazel?” He whispered her name while gently stroking her back. “That was a long time ago. Yes, I was
lonely. My heart had frozen spreading the coldness throughout my wh0le body. I lived on, enduring until
you came into my life.”
She slowly stopped crying and looked up at him. He wiped some tears away from her cheeks. It pained him to see her cry.

“You have given me a reason to live. You have brought warmth into my life, making the ice around my
heart melt so it could beat again. And now my heart beats and it beats only for you.”
She looked at him surprised, blinking a few tears away and then wiping them with the back of her hand.
He could hear her heart race in,side her chest. She knew what he was going to say and she waited for
him in anticipation.
“I love you Hazel. I love you with all my heart.”
Then he covered her mouth with his and k-ssed her til she was breathless.

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 43

Lucian watched Hazel in her sleep. He had been watching her for a while now, but he never seemed to
get tired. How could he? She was the only thing he ever wanted and now she was his.
He looked out the window, it was almost midday but they were still in bed and Hazel was sleeping. He
was relieved that she was safe even though his demon had taken over completely last night. It had
scared him but Hazel hadn’t been scared. She had still wanted him and for the first time, he hadn’t
despised his demon. He had accepted it instead and it brought a strange feeling of freedom. No more
demon crawling under his skin anymore, rather, he and his demon had become one.
This made him remember the strange man’s words. Don’t fight your demon too much, accept it instead.

How did the man know that he would find peace if he accepted his demon? Whoever the man was, he
wanted to meet him again.
He gazed at his wife again. His foolishly courageous wife. To sed-ce him even though he had warned her
clearly, it amused him. He traced her cheek with his fingers. She was indeed stubborn, very stubborn he
thought. Her eyelashes were still w-t from crying and her l-ips swollen from all the k-ssing. He should
have gone easy on her, but how? He had waited so long. So long to hold her, k-ss her, and touch her and
now he could do all of that, without the fear of hurting her.
Tugging her into his arms, he closed his eyes.

I woke up with a smile on my face. The words I love you echoing in my mind. There has never been a
happier moment in my life then that when Lucian, my husband, told me he loved me. The sincerity in
which he said the words made all of my doubts and fears disappear.
And then he had k-ssed me, like never before. His k-sses expressing the unspoken words, making me
forget everything else than the man holding me in his arms.
Lucian. He was indeed ‘Man of light’. I just wished he could see that and stop believing he was a
monster.
The memories I had seen had been so painful. I was able to feel the void in his heart and my heart ached
for him. I couldn’t imagine how it must have been for him to live like that, all alone, unloved, scared, and
confused. How much pain he must have endured, so much that he was willing to take his life. My heart
clenched in pain at the thought. He was just a child. How could his own family have treated him like
that?
They were the monsters not him.
Looking at him I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’ll make you forget.” I whispered.

His l-ips curved into a smile.
“I thought you were asleep.” I said.
He opened his eyes.
“I was. Your finger in my hair and your sweet voice woke me up.” He trailed his fingers down my cheek.
“Now tell me. What will you make me forget?” He asked.
I shook my head afraid to tell him. Would I be able to make him forget all the bad memories?
“Nothing.” I said.
He drew me closer and pressed his l-ips on my neck while running his finger down my spine. “Tell me.”
“I just…” I began trying to keep my voice neutral as it became hærd to breathe.
“You just what?” he said nibbing at the sensitive flesh under my ear. I bit my lip to stifle a m.o.a.n.
“I want… to make you forget all the bad memories.” I breathed.
He drew back and looked at me, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.
“Hazel. You make me forget how to breathe, let alone bad memories.”
With a smile I snuggled against him, but then my stomach growled.

Lucian chuckled. “We should get something to eat.”
No, I didn’t want to leave his arms but I wanted to eat something too. We had been laying in bed for too
long that we had missed our breakfast and maybe he was hungry as well. I forced myself to sit up then
swung legs down. That’s when I saw my beautiful white gown on the floor, ripped and torn.
“I am sorry about that.” Lucian said running his finger through his hair, innocently.

Wrapping the sheets around me I jingled the bell on the nightstand and a maid came in immediately.
“Bring me Irene.” I ordered.
“I am sorry My Lady, but who?”
“Irene. Bring me Irene.”
The maid, I think her name was Nora, looked at me confused.
“My Lady, I am sorry but there is no one called Irene.”
“Alright. Just bring me the maid who was here last night.”
“I was here last night My lady.”
Alright, now I was confused.
“No you were not. A maid called Irene was here with me.”
The maid looked at me, confusion and fear in her eyes.
“My Lady I have never even heard that name.” Her voice quivered.
How was that possible? Irene had been with me all these days.
I stood up. “So are you saying I had been without a maid all these days?” I asked.

She shook her head.
“I was serving you My Lady.”
I sighed in frustration and disbelief.
“Little girl. Why don’t you call the head maid.” Lucian said standing up, the sheets only covering his
lower body.
The maid looked down quickly her cheeks turning a bright red. Nodding she left the room.
“What’s happening? Who is Irene?” Lucian asked.
“Irene is my personal maid. She had been here with me all these days and now she is telling me there is
no one called Irene.”
He frowned. Yes, I was confused too, but then suddenly I got scared. Irene was a witch. What if she had
been discovered and burned alive? Or maybe the bloodthirsty king had found her and made her his s.e.x
slave? No, no. I shook my head.
“Is something wrong?” Lucian looked worried.

There was a knock on the door and next an old lady came in.
“My Lady, Your Highness.” She bowed deeply. “I am Margaret, the head maid. You called for me. How
may I help you?”
I looked over at Lucian.
“Do you happen to know someone called Irene?” He asked.
“No Your Highness. Never heard the name.”
“Who had been attending my wife?”
“A maid called Nora had been serving My Lady, Your Highness.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“You may leave.” Lucian said and she left.

“She is lying,” I told Lucian.
“What makes you think so?”
“I think the king took Irene and told everyone to keep it a secret or maybe they discovered that she is a
w..”
“She is what?”
I hesitated for a while then decided to tell him.
“A witch,” I whispered.
Lucian blinked several times then laughed.
“A witch?”
“Yes.”
“And what makes you think Rasmus took her.” He asked.
“Well, he loves women, and she is extremely, extremely beautiful,” I said.
“If she really is a witch I think she can take care of herself, and if Rasmus took her, then… you know we
can’t do anything about it.”
Well, it was true. Maybe she could use some magic to save herself. Still, I was worried.

I took a quick bath then joined Lucian for lunch. We both ate in silence and for the first time we both
finished everything on the plate.
“I think you regained your appetite.” He said.
I had always loved food but had lost my appetite since I came here due to all the stress.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of food.” I smiled picking a strawberry from the fruit basket, and
taking a bite of it.
Heat flickered in his eyes. “I know I could never get enough of you.”
Heat rose to my cheeks at the way he looked at me.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that. We just got out of bed.” I said.
“I know. Yet I want to take you back there right now.”
The intensity in his eyes made me swallow the strawberry without chewing it completely and he
laughed.

“We have plenty of time for that, I am in no hurry.” He smiled.
The thought of him making love to me again and again made my heart flutter.
Clearing my throat “Lucian, how was I able to see your memories?” I asked.
He thought for a while.
“I really don’t know.” he said with a frown.
“And you don’t know what you are?”
“No.”
How confusing and lonely it must have been for him to not know what he is and not be able to tell
anyone.
“What happened when you…when you…”
“When I decided to end my life?” He finished. My heart clenched once more.
“Did you jump?” I asked carefully.
“No, I didn’t.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“What made you change your mind?”
“I guess there was just a part of me that refused to be weak. I refused to give up and give my father and
brothers the satisfaction of seeing me dead.” He explained.
I thought about what would have happened if he had jumped. I would never have met him, and I would
never have married him, but most of all I would never have fallen in love with him.

Yes, I loved this man.
I think I felt something for him from the first time I saw him, when I had looked into his golden eyes. I
was spellbound since then.
“Do you know your eyes are the first thing I fell in love with? You shouldn’t hate them. They are
beautiful.”
I could see in his eyes that if the table hadn’t stood between us he would have k-ssed me. Even though I
enjoyed the food, I suddenly wished the table hadn’t been there.
As if he knew what I was thinking he stood up and walked to my side. Then he reached for my hand and
pulled me out of my chair, bringing me closer to him.
“Hazel.” The warmth in which he said my name made me want to melt. “Thank you for existing.”
He took both my hands in his and k-ssed my knuckles.

No one has ever thanked me for anything and this man was thanking me for existing. I didn’t know what
to say or feel.
“No one has ever cared for me so I never learned how to care for someone. I know I have been a bad
husband, avoiding you, hurting you and not being able to protect you. I promise to be a better husband
from now on, I promise to cherish you.”
I felt tears in my eyes. The truth was, I was the bad one. Yes, he had avoided me and hurt me but now I
understood why. He was hurting himself, it must have been so hærd for him to avoid me, to live hiding
the real him because he was afraid I would hate him just like his family. It must have been hærd to live
afraid to hurt the person you love.
He had been so alone and I hadn’t noticed. Instead, I had distanced myself from him, misunderstood
him and denied him his rights as a husband. I know that if it had been any other man he would have
used me without my consent and then ignored me for the rest of my life.
But this was Lucian, the man I loved. I must have had a reason to love him and I knew the reason now.
“And I promise to be a better wife.”

Like comment and share