Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 251

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Lothaire rushed back to his room. Why was he so angry? He never showed his emotions, especially not to those who hated him. He knew they would rejoice in his misery.

Heaven. The annoying little girl. She thought she knew everything, but she knew nothing about him. She thought she was better than him. All these humans thought they were better than him, but they weren't, and he was here to prove that.

The paintings on the wall were a reminder for him to never forget why he was here. It has been an eternity since he was thrown out of heaven. He shouldn't be angry now. He had already turned his anger into motivation, so he didn't understand why he suddenly became so upset.

Lothaire tried to calm down and focus. Was he doing all of this because of Irene? She was one of them. She was originally a human that practiced magic, making her a witch. He fell for the enemy. It was a joke on him, maybe even a punishment. The enemy turned out to be his true mate.

Well, it didn't matter. They would all burn in hell together.

Irene hated him now. She didn't hate him like this, even when he left her for his mission. Back then they had decided to go separate ways, and he went back to focus on his mission. Until he realized that he still wanted her and began with his plan to get her back.

Since none of them wanted to come with him, he planted seeds of fear along the way. Fear of losing the most precious one in the family. Heaven became his target.

He didn't have to do it that way. He could have gone to his mission as if it was his job and then come back home and be a good mate, father, and grandfather. But his mission wasn't just a job. It was the sole purpose of his existence. It was a priority, and if he couldn't even mislead his family, then he wasn't the devil. By getting them to join him, he would do what he was meant to do and get his mate at the same time.

Lothaire teleported back to the paintings. Heaven was gone, and he watched the images alone in the dark. He stared at the painting where he was eating the apple. The tempter ended up eating the forbidden fruit. How Ironic. He was indeed tempted. He even wanted to have a bite right now. His gums itched badly.

Clenching his jaw hard, he decided to go back to his room, but ended up going to Irene instead. She was sleeping alone in the large bed, which meant that Heaven was still wandering around the castle. What was she up to?

Forgetting about her, he watched Irene sleeping peacefully. What was he doing? Before he could convince himself to leave, he took a step forward and suddenly he was looming over her. His fingers reached for her face. Slowly, he removed her soft hair from her face and then caressed the smooth skin on her cheek. She stirred slightly, but continued to sleep.

If he was patient enough, one day she would be sleeping in his bed. But he was suddenly feeling impatient. Strong emotions of longing struck him hard. He wanted her in his arms right now.

Irene stirred again. She was waking up and instead of leaving quickly; he stayed. She turned with a frown and then opened her eyes. When she first saw him, she just stared, but then her eyes widened and she pushed herself up. She held the sheets tightly against her chest.

Her first instinct was to look beside her to see if Heaven was alright.

"Where is Heaven?" She asked accusingly, when she couldn't find her in bed.

"She is taking a walk around the castle." He replied, but Irene was already getting out of bed. She looked for something to wear while holding the sheets against her body.

"Why would she in the middle of the night? And what are you doing here?" She had a hard time finding her clothes in the dark.

Lothaire picked up her robe. "Here."

She turned to him, looking furious, before she snatched the robe out of his hand.

"You don't have to go. I'll ask her to come back." He said.

"I don't need your help." She snapped while sliding into her robe.

"As long as you are here you will need my help." He told, feeling irked again.

She stopped moving and stared at him. "You are right. You bring me to a place where I am helpless so you can help me. That is very much like you." She said, as if realizing something. "You put people in danger so you can save them. Chain them so you can release them. Confuse them so you can guide them down your path."

Yes, that was him. Those things were so natural to him that he did it without thinking. He was unapologetic about his actions. Who decided what was wrong or right, anyway? God?