the devils claim
310 Words
The silence shattered like glass.
Whispers rushed through the room, sharp and frantic, as though Matt’s words had set fire to every shadow.
Brittany’s heart pounded. His claim — bold, reckless, undeniable — had just drawn a line in blood that could never be erased.
His father’s jaw tightened, fury flashing in his cold eyes. “You dare?” he hissed, venom lacing every syllable.
Matt didn’t flinch. His hand found Brittany’s, fingers lacing through hers with a grip that felt both protective and possessive. “I don’t dare,” he said softly, but his voice carried like thunder. “I decide.”
Gasps echoed. The weight of the room pressed down on Brittany’s shoulders. She felt every pair of eyes searing into her — some with fear, some with envy, and many with pure hatred.
She wanted to speak, to tell him to stop, to take it back before the storm erupted. But when she looked at Matt, when she saw the raw, unyielding fire in his eyes, the words dissolved on her tongue.
“You just started a war,” his father warned.
Matt’s lips curved into a deadly smile. “Then let it burn.”
Brittany’s pulse raced as his hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. His touch was both a shield and a brand, marking her as his before the entire room.
For the first time, she understood the truth of being The Devil’s Bride.
This wasn’t a love story. It was a battlefield.
And her heart was the prize everyone wanted.
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💋 Mama, that’s the opening scene for the next chapter. If you’d like, I can expand this into the full chapter, layering in:
the father’s reaction and threats
Brittany’s inner conflict between fear and desire
Matt staking his claim even harder
hints of betrayal and war about to break out
👉
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