Married to the Devil’s Heir

Episode 3: The First Threat

I woke up to silence.

Not the peaceful kind.

The heavy kind.

The kind that presses on your chest and reminds you… you’re not free.

For a moment, I forgot where I was.

Then reality crashed back.

This wasn’t my room.

This wasn’t my life.

This was his world.

And I was just… a prisoner inside it.

I got out of bed slowly, my body still tense from the night before. His words echoed in my mind.

“Be careful what questions you ask…”

Why?

What was he hiding?

And why did it feel like I already knew the answer would hurt?

After getting dressed, I stepped out into the hallway.

Empty.

Too empty.

The mansion felt alive… but silent.

Like it was watching me.

I started walking, unsure where I was going.

I just needed air.

Space.

Anything but those walls closing in on me.

“Lost already?”

I froze.

That voice—

It wasn’t his.

Slowly, I turned.

A man stood at the end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall. He looked relaxed… too relaxed.

But his eyes—

Sharp.

Observant.

Dangerous.

“I don’t remember asking for company,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

He smiled.

Not kindly.

“Feisty,” he said, pushing himself off the wall. “I like that.”

My stomach tightened.

Who is he?

He walked closer, slow and confident, like he owned the place.

Maybe he did.

“Let me guess,” he continued, circling me slightly, “you’re the famous wife.”

I clenched my jaw.

“I didn’t agree to anything.”

He chuckled.

“Doesn’t matter. Around here, agreement is… optional.”

I didn’t like him.

Not at all.

“Who are you?” I asked sharply.

He stopped right in front of me.

Too close.

“Dmitri,” he said. “Alexey’s right hand.”

My heart skipped.

Right hand?

That means—

Danger.

Serious danger.

“And you,” he tilted his head slightly, studying my face, “are much more interesting than I expected.”

I stepped back.

“I’m not here to entertain you.”

His smile widened.

“Oh, I know,” he said softly. “You’re here to survive.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Before I could respond—

“Enough.”

The air changed instantly.

I didn’t need to turn to know.

He was here.

Alexey.

Dmitri sighed lightly, almost amused.

“You’re no fun,” he said, glancing past me.

I turned.

Alexey stood there, his expression unreadable… but his eyes?

Cold.

Deadly.

“Leave,” he said.

Dmitri raised his hands slightly.

“Relax. I was just welcoming her.”

“She doesn’t need your welcome.”

The tension between them was thick.

Sharp.

Dangerous.

Dmitri smirked.

“Careful, Alexey,” he said quietly. “You almost sound like you care.”

Big mistake.

In one second—

Alexey grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

Hard.

I gasped.

Everything happened so fast.

“Watch your mouth,” Alexey said, his voice low and lethal.

Dmitri didn’t even look scared.

He smiled.

That was the worst part.

“Or what?” he whispered.

For a second, I thought—

This is it.

He’s going to kill him.

But then—

Alexey let go.

Suddenly.

Controlled.

Like he forced himself to stop.

Dmitri straightened his jacket, completely unfazed.

“See you around… princess,” he said, looking at me one last time before walking away.

My skin crawled.

I hated that nickname.

Silence.

Heavy.

Uncomfortable.

I turned to Alexey.

“What was that?” I demanded.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he stepped closer.

Too close again.

“Stay away from him,” he said.

“Why?” I shot back. “You don’t control who I talk to.”

His jaw tightened.

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

Wrong answer.

His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.

Not violently.

But firm.

Unbreakable.

“You don’t understand this world,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “People like him—”

“Like you?” I interrupted.

Silence.

His grip tightened slightly.

For a moment, something flashed in his eyes.

Anger?

Pain?

I couldn’t tell.

“Exactly like me,” he said coldly.

My heart clenched.

“At least you admit it,” I whispered.

Something changed.

Just for a second.

Then it was gone.

He let go of my wrist.

“Don’t test your luck,” he said. “You won’t win.”

And just like that—

He walked away.

Again.

Always walking away.

Leaving me with questions.

With confusion.

With something I didn’t want to feel.

That evening…

I couldn’t stop thinking.

About Dmitri.

About Alexey.

About the tension between them.

This wasn’t just business.

This was personal.

Very personal.

Later that night, I stepped out of my room quietly.

I couldn’t sleep again.

The mansion was darker now.

More dangerous.

But something pulled me forward.

A feeling.

A need.

Answers.

I walked down the hallway slowly…

And then—

Voices.

I stopped.

They were coming from a half-open door.

I moved closer, my heart pounding.

I shouldn’t listen.

But I did.

“…she doesn’t know anything,” Alexey’s voice.

Cold.

Controlled.

“She will,” Dmitri replied. “It’s only a matter of time.”

My breath caught.

Know what…?

“You said you’d handle it,” Dmitri continued. “Or did you forget what happened last time?”

Silence.

Deadly silence.

“Don’t,” Alexey warned.

Too late.

“She died because of you,” Dmitri said quietly.

My heart stopped.

What…?

“She trusted you,” Dmitri added. “Just like this one will.”

I felt like the ground disappeared beneath me.

Who died?

What is he talking about?

“Get out,” Alexey said, his voice shaking with something dark.

Dmitri laughed softly.

“Careful, brother,” he said.

Brother…?

My eyes widened.

“History has a way of repeating itself.”

Footsteps.

Coming closer.

Panic hit me.

I stepped back quickly, my heart racing.

I ran.

Back to my room.

Closed the door.

Locked it.

My hands were shaking.

My breathing uneven.

Brother…?

Died…?

Because of him…?

Tears filled my eyes.

What kind of past does he have?

What kind of man did I fall in love with?

And the most terrifying question—

Am I next?

I backed away slowly until I hit the wall.

My chest rising and falling rapidly.

Nothing makes sense.

Nothing.

But one thing is clear—

I’m not safe here.

Not with Dmitri.

Not with this family.

And maybe…

Not even with Alexey.