The wife of the Devil

YN’s POV I had always believed monsters only existed in fairy tales. But that belief shattered the day my father sold me to one. My name is YN Reina. I was born into a family that only saw me as a price tag. A pawn. A disposable daughter in a house where gold mattered more than blood. On the night of my sister’s engagement party, the house was glowing with laughter, lights, and luxury. But beneath it all, our family was drowning in debt. And the devil himself had come to collect. His name? Luca Moretti. Feared mafia boss. Billionaire. Cold, brutal, untouchable. They called him Il Diavolo — The Devil. And my father had gambled with him. Lost. I was the payment. --- Luca’s POV She stood in the hallway like a porcelain doll — fragile but untouchably proud. "You must be joking," she hissed, glaring at her father. “You sold me to him?!” Her voice didn’t tremble. Interesting. Nior, her father, was already on his knees. “Luca… please. You said you’d spare us if—” I raised a hand. Silence. I turned to the girl. “Your father signed the contract. You're mine now. For one year.” She flinched but didn’t look away. That fire in her eyes? Dangerous. I liked it. “Is this legal?!” she yelled. I stepped closer, the click of my shoes echoing like gunshots in the room. “Legal doesn’t apply to me, Mrs. Moretti.” --- YN’s POV I should’ve slapped him. Screamed. Run. But I stood frozen. His eyes were ink black. Empty. Not a shred of mercy. Yet somehow, when he called me “Mrs. Moretti,” my heart skipped a beat — not from fear, but something else. “You can’t just own people!” I barked. He leaned in, lips near my ear. “I don’t own people. I break them.” And that night, with a single signature, I was taken away from my life, my dreams... And thrown into the arms of the devil. --- Scene Ends > 💬 Tagline: Trapped in a deadly marriage, can love bloom in the arms of a monster—or will she be destroyed by his darkness?