He's a devil. She is a human. He needs her and she loves him. A contract that will bind them together again from the past to the future. A past that separated them both. They will continue their unfinished romance even though the deities are against them.

The Bastard's Bride

Ysabella quickly fixes herself not wanting Hades to wait for her. She hurriedly ran to the bathroom and washed her face and tied her messy hair. It is at least something she can do to look formal. She chooses a simple dress among the clothes hanging in the cabinet, she will not again dress such a heavy material upon dining. After she had dressed and looked at the mirror for her final touch she took a deep breath and exhaled the negative thoughts she had been thinking earlier and her heart was now beating at a normal pace.


She slowly closes her room and walks down the stairs, she could smell the scented candle lingering the whole room, she couldn't believe that there is a scented candle in this room and of course who is she kidding this is a palace after all.


Dinner sounded at last--at eight o'clock, or something after. She had to learn to expect the meals always forty minutes late. Down she went, down the long, dark, lonely corridors and staircases.


Chapter 13