The Devil’s Bride

Chapter Six: Kidnapped to Hell

Third person's Point of view

She stared at the door like it was the edge of a cliff. One step forward and she could fall. One step back, and she’d still be trapped. Her lungs fought to keep rhythm, but it felt like even they were starting to give up on her.

“Pick the little things you think are important,” Alexander said, his voice smooth but sharp enough to slice through her panic.

“And follow me to the car.”

He said it so casually. Like they were going on a vacation. Like this wasn’t a kidnapping. Yes, it was.

She blinked, trying to keep up with the absurdity of it all.

“What?”

His eyes snapped to hers, sharp and cold ,

“You heard me. Pack. Now. And follow me.”

Her feet didn’t move. Her arms folded across her chest—not to protect herself, but to keep from shaking.

“Why?” she asked, her voice cracking a bit. “Why should I follow you?”

That’s when she saw it. The shift in his facial expression.

His features hardened. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped, low and lethal

“You’re in no position to ask questions.”

He stepped closer, and the air grew thicker, too difficult to breathe in.

“You lost that right the moment you stepped into my world. If you think your life is still worth something, Megan, then do as you’re told.”

His words stung more than they should have, because deep down, she already knew it—she had lost everything. Bit by bit. First her choices, then her voice. Now her freedom.

But something inside her, some thing inside of her wanted to protest.

She hesitated.

That was all it took.

“Rocco,” Alexander said without looking away from her.

The driver came closer, standing two meters away from Alexander. Before Megan could say anything, the driver closed the distance between Megan and grabbed her like she was some rag doll.

“No—don’t!” she cried, struggling against his grip. “Get your hands off me!”

She twisted, kicked, slapped—none of it mattered. Her strength didn’t work She might as well have been fighting stone.

“Let me go!” she screamed.

Alexander remained still. Watching her struggle with still the same stoic expression.

She was shoved into the car like a rag doll. The door slammed shut. The lock clicked. She was locked in.

The tires screeched as the car sped off into the night. Streetlights streaked by, cold and silent. She pressed her palms to the window, as if the glass could offer an escape.

A chill crawled up her spine. Not just from fear—but from knowing that no one was coming for her. No one even knew she was gone.

Silence filled the car like smoke.

Then he spoke.

“I’m taking you to meet my parents.”

She turned toward him slowly. “What?” Her voice was barely more than a breath.

He glanced out the window, bored.

“You’ll be introduced as my wife.”

She blinked.

“You’re insane.”

“No,” he said, finally meeting her eyes. “I’m powerful. There’s a difference.”

Her heart pounded against her ribs like a warning. “You can’t do this.”

“I already have.”

She swallowed, her throat burning. “Why? Why me?”

“Because you have my heir, don't act dumb,” he said simply. “And because I said so.”

He leaned closer, his voice low and deep.

“Play the part, Megan. Smile. Nod. Be convincing. And in return, I’ll be merciful.”

Her voice trembled. “And if I’m not?”

The corner of his mouth twitched—not into a smile, but something colder.

“Then don’t expect your life to be the only thing you lose.”

The car pulled away into a very huge gate that led towards a fountain and towards the most magnificent building she had ever seen in her life. She knew he was rich but she didn't know he wasn't from some family that had just gotten their wealth recently but from generations of wealth.

The house alone was already enough. The estate was built with bricks and just sprawled along the land. Under different circumstances she would have asked him to take her on a tour but this wasn't a romantic date. Alexander had literally taken the one thing she thought she had finally gotten after Richard - the freedom to choose what she wanted to do and what she didn't want. The freedom was good because of just a night of pleasure.

“Come” he said and walked into the house, ignoring the men that were bowing their heads as he passed. He didn't even look back to check if she was following, but followed reluctantly after him.

The house was covered in marble and the chandeliers were literally made from shining gold. They passed through several hallways and took so many bends that Megan stopped trying to remember the way.

Finally he led her towards an eating area where she saw a couple of people sitting with lots of food around them… but before they entered, Alexander turned to her swiftly and she almost ran into him but stopped herself. She stared into his cold eyes and turned away immediately but he placed his hands under her chin and raised her head till she was staring at him in the eye.

“Behave yourself, don't try anything stupid,” he warned quietly. He didn't have to raise his voice for her to feel the threat behind his words. She couldn’t reply so she just stared at him. He pushed her backwards till her back was against the wall, then he wrapped his hand around her neck.

“When I tell you something I want to hear a response,” Alex said, tightening his hand around her neck.

She nodded sharply. “Yes… yes, I understand.”

“Good, now come,” he said and entered the room. It was so large that it looked like a cozy high end restaurant.

Immediately they entered, Megan noticed that a man was sitting at the head of the table and a woman beside him, then several people around that didn't catch her eyes. Immediately Alexander stepped inside, the woman turned around to stare at him, then her eyes flashed towards Megan. She would have passed as his mother if she was older but Megan knew she was just his sister. They both had the same type of eyes but it was a little off putting because while there was warmth in her, there was only coldness in his.

“Alex, you didn't tell us you were coming with someone,” the woman stated. Her statement caught the man’s attention and he raised his head. His eyes swept to Megan from Alex, studying him before turning his attention back to Alexander.

“You brought a guest Alexander,” The man said to him before flashing back to Megan.

She stared at him but she didn't know what to make of him. He was totally unreadable. It left a bad taste in her mouth and made her shiver slightly.

Alex turned towards her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to himself tightly then began walking casually towards the large table.

“This is Megan and she is my wife,” Alex stated. The woman’s eyes widened. “What?!” Megan wanted to try saying something to diffuse the tension in the air but one look at Alex and she swallowed her words.

“Wife?!” The woman shouted. “You got a wife and you didn't tell any of us?! When did you start dating Alex?!”

The man on the other hand had gone silent and was still staring at Megan like he was trying to extract all the information within her from her eyes.

But then,his face softens and motions for her to take a seat at the table. She stared at Alex and he smiled and told her to go on with a dry smile that didn't reach his eyes. She pulled the chair and sat stiffly on it.

“Come on, be free. You seem to be part of us now,” Alexander’s dad said. “Just relax,” he smiled again and this time it was a broad smile.

At that moment, he was the complete opposite of his son who was always frowning like the devil. But she didn't know if it was just an act because it was the first time he was seeing her. She smiled back at him and nodded, but made no effort to speak as she knew that her voice was going to betray her. She settled back into the chair for a while as Alexander's dad continued eating. Then he stopped and turned towards her.

“What family are you from?” He asked seriously.

Instantly, it felt like a stick had been shoved into her throat. She went rigid again. She squeezed her hands that were shaking rapidly under the table and even as she sat still, sweat rolled down her back. She didn't know how to answer. She wasn't from a rich family as she knew they expected her to be from. She didn't even have a family in the first place, she was from a random orphanage and she knew that was not going to impress Alexander’s dad

She turned to Alexander because just like his father, he didn't know where she was from but he was doing a good job at hiding his surprise. But she could still see it beneath the surface. Then it was gone almost immediately as it had come. He turned to his father.

“She's a distant relative of the James' family,” he replied casually, taking a sip from his wine glass.

His father nodded rapidly. “Good, good,” he said and got back to eating his food. “They are not close to us but I respect them.”

Megan breathed out softly.

“Let her go in, I need to discuss some important matters with you,” Alexander said to his father.

“Nice to meet you, Megan,” Alexander's dad said, then turned away from her. “Get me Calista,”

Few seconds later, one of the maids came rushing into the room with her head bowed.

“Help Megan with her bags and lead her up to Alexander's room,” His father said. Megan wanted to protest about sharing a room with Alexander but quickly remembered that they weren't just random people but a couple.

“And from now on, you’re free of all responsibility that doesn't involve Megan, understood?”

The maid nodded rapidly and took Megan’s bag.

She led Megan through a hallway into a very large room but Megan's mind wasn't in any of it.

“Can I arrange them…?” The maid began but Megan shook her head. She was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Everything was changing quickly again. The maid bowed and left. Immediately, Megan locked the door as her knees buckled and she fell on the floor and the tears flowed freely.

“Welcome to hell, Megan.” she whispered to herself.