The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro novel Prologue

Standing completely naked, Cyra's glossy gaze was peering into the hazel eyes of her love, Ethan, on that huge screen in front of her. She was gazing at those dozens of bruises and wounds which had covered his entire face and body when Cyra felt those arms getting wrapped around her bare abdomen from behind.

“You are bewitching, mi amor,” more tears shedded from her eyes, hearing that gravelly voice whispering those words in her ear because she knew those arms didn't belong to her love, Ethan, with whom she had fallen in love when she didn't even know the real meaning of love.

Her palms clenched, feeling those palms clutching her waist tenderly and then they turned her around, snatching her glossy eyes away from that screen where she had been witnessing her love bleeding to his death.

Her emerald hues finally collided with those vicious cerulean eyes of that man in front of her who she hated with every fibre in her body.

“You are not supposed to cry for another man in front of your husband, Mrs Alvaro, especially during your first wedding night,” a diabolic grin formed on his face as he uttered those words to her while gently brushing her cheeks with his knuckles.

Cyra just continued to gaze at him and felt him pulling her closer where he pressed her naked bosoms against his bare sinewy chest which made her ball her fists more aggressively. Her skin crawled, feeling his touch.

“You think this would ever make me love you?” She finally asked him that thing as she was restless to know what she had done to him that had made him destroy her so cruelly.

Her question enlarged his smirk. Tugging her hair behind her ear, he gently kissed her right below her ear, making Cyra feel disgusted on her own self for letting him touch her like this ‘again’.

“What I need from you, I have already taken it from you, Cyra Alvaro,” he whispered in her ear, bringing a fresh wave of tears in her eyes because that name had become her brutal fate. She was his wife now.

“So now, you can love whoever you want but now the only man who would touch you, embrace you, have you will be me and just me, mi amor,” he uttered while peering into her emerald orbs which made Cyra clench her jaw before she turned her head away from him which made him chuckle.

“And I don't care whom you love because the moment I will be….in your words……. making love to you, you will forget about each and every one,” he nibbled on her earlobe, making her hiss.

“Just like that night when you were begging me to not stop from fucking you till you didn't pass out under me,” Cyra teared up more, listening to him because his words made her recall about that brutal night of her 21st birthday which happened last week where she ended up giving her virginity to him in a drugged state.

Cyra snapped her glossy reddened gaze at him.

“That night happened because you did that pathetic deed of drugging me to take advantage of my vulnerable state,” she seethed out at him but her words made him smirk at her like a maniac.

He pushed his face closer to hers where he rubbed the tip of their noses.

“You are too innocent for this world of sinners, mi amor but yes, that night you were drugged but ….” He surrounded his arms more firmly around her waist and pressed her body more tightly against his.