Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 - 20

Zamiel walked through the dark streets as rain poured over him. He didn't care about getting soaked or the icy wind that whipped his hair into his face. He could just teleport himself back to his house, but he enjoyed the walk. It helped him clear his mind now that his thoughts and even his feelings were complete chaos.

Heaven.

Heaven saved him from hell.

He laughed cynically?to himself. If there was a good reason to kill her father, it would be because he named her Heaven. It felt like he was being mocked. Saved by Heaven to live in another hell. And she, Heaven, was his main torturer.

Why did she affect him so? The way she begged for her family reminded him of his own. But when he had begged, nothing had changed. Nothing could bring his family back.

He reached for his arm and removed the piece of clothes from the wound. It had healed. He seemed to be hurting only in her presence. What did she do to him?

The way she had hurried to tend to his wound, left something in his heart. Something he wanted to get rid of. He wanted no feeling for that little girl. And the way her eyes became sad when he told her he was going to leave, it made him hesitate even if it was for a brief moment. How could a person be so na?ve? He expected hate after what he did to her, but it had to be the mark affecting both him and her. They would hate each other once it faded away.

Before knowing he had already reached the abandoned house where he stayed at the moment. It was an old broken house, looking like it was invaded by ghosts.

With a thought, he took himself inside the house. It was pitch dark, but he didn't bother to light the candles. He could see clearly in the darkness. Walking to his room, he threw himself in his bed without changing clothes. Lying in it felt just like lying inside that coffin. What was the difference? He was alone there, and he was alone here too.

Closing his eyes, he saw her face. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

Heaven. That little naive girl was nothing like his wife. Yet there was something about her that intrigued him, and he hated to admit it because he wanted to give her no place in his heart.

The only woman who would ever have his heart was his wife. He still remembered clearly the first time he saw her. She was buying fabric in the market, negotiating with the seller about the price. They seemed to have a disagreement, and the seller was being rude. Unable to just stand by, Zamiel interrupted their argument.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, turning to her.

She was wearing a green veil that covered most of her black hair, and her amber eyes were adorned with kohl.

She avoided to meet his gaze. "My lord, this man wants to sell this fabric for one Daric."

"My lord, this is the latest fabric, worn by royalty. I am trying to explain it to her, but she doesn't believe me." The seller defended himself.

Zamiel touched the fabric. It was indeed an expensive one. Pure high quality silk.

"He is telling the truth. This kind of fabric is expensive." He explained.

"Oh," the woman looked down, embarrassed.

"What did you need it for?" He asked.

"My sister is getting married. I wanted to gift it to her." She explained.

Zamiel reached inside his sleeve and took out a leather pouch filled with gold coins. When she realized what he was about to do, she held her hands out.

"No, my lord. You don't have to do that."

"It's your sister's wedding. I am sure she is looking forward to receive a gift." He said taking out two gold coins and handing them to the seller. "I'll take two." He told the seller.

The woman looked at him, surprised.

"You need to dress well for your sister's wedding as well." He explained.

The seller packed two fabrics before handing them over. "Thank you, my Lord. My sister is going to be very pleased. How can I repay you?" She asked.

"There is no need." He said.

She looked up at him for the first time and their eyes locked. There was a spark in there and he was sure she felt it too because she looked away quickly as a blush crept to her cheeks.

"Can I have your name?" He asked.