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"Did you think that I would just let you off the hook for hiding my son all these years?" His voice was cold and low, and a sinister darkness danced in the depths of his amber eyes. 

The presence of a smile on his lips only made him appear more dangerous.

Insanely dangerous.

The fading sun outside cast dark hues across the sky, which stood in stark contrast to the bright golden orbs of the man.

"Do I look like someone forgiving? I suppose not."

What was he planning? She could tell. He had wicked plans all over his head.

"Don't fret," his voice softened with a cruel sense of delight. "I have no intention of killing you. Death is a lame way of paying what you owe. I prefer something more interesting than that."

She was powerless against this devious man, Sienna knew that. He was right. She was here in his territory, unguarded and vulnerable. She had no one to lean on but herself, so she couldn't afford to react hastily.

Her son needed her by his side, and she wouldn't let this man tear them apart. She had to stay in this place no matter what. She didn't care what plan this devil had stored for her, but she was willing to pay whatever the price was as long as she could watch over his son.

He could enslave her for all she cared.

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Escaping her life, Sienna ran away and raised her son on her own. But after six years of hiding, the devil came at her doorstep with one objective: to take his heir.

A woman chained by her flaw, that is who Sienna Roselei is. Used as a pawn in her family's schemes, she falls into the mischievous hands of a man whose eyes glow with wickedness beyond what she can comprehend. She runs away and disappears for the next six years, only to fall into his hands again.

But this time she is no longer alone.

She is with her son.

[Warning: Mature Content. No Rape]

My Son is the Devil's Heir

To Sienna, it sounded more like a threat than a sweet promise of salvation.

"I am not a good man, Lucienna," he went on, and his smile vanished. He turned serious, his eyes hollow. "I will never be. I married you for the benefits I can reap from our marriage, and of course, for my entertainment."

She shuddered. She knew love was out of the equation in their marriage, and she was not expecting such strong affection from someone whom she believed to be so cold-blooded. But she didn't expect him to be so straightforward and honest.

"But there's one thing I can promise you," he withdrew an inch, just enough for his crimson eyes to meet her blue ones. "As long as you are under my care, no one can lay a hand on you ever again."

The thought of someone protecting her from everyone else's cruelty made her feel a glimmer of comfort, but it soon vanished when she realized something. Who would protect her from himself?

"Given, of course, that you will abide by my every word and not do anything silly," he added with a crooked smile. "We won't have a problem with that, will we?"

Sienna nodded slowly. But despite her submission, Lemiel saw wariness and subtle defiance in her eyes.

"Now, shall we begin our own wedding celebration?" he asked, and she instantly knew what he meant.

From her collarbone, his hands went to her silky silver hair. He caressed its length before placing it on her shoulder, exposing a side of her neck to him.

Lemiel looked at the flimsy strap over Sienna's shoulder and the curve in her neck with an intense gaze.

"Will...you bite me?" she asked, even though the answer was obvious in the vampire's eyes.

"Are you scared?" he raised one eyebrow with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You don't have to be. It's just a little sip. It will be brief."

'Don't deny him anything.' The words of Sienna's mother came to her mind.

She had married a vampire, and this was inevitable. She had heard that it wasn't unusual for vampires to drink from their partners and lovers occasionally. Vampire mothers were even said to feed their children with their own blood. So she figured it would be odd if she said no.

It made Lemiel smile. "Good. I won't force you if you are unwilling, but it will be a hassle to find good quality blood at this hour," his eyes narrowed darkly, "though I'm sure any of your servants would gladly offer their necks, given how hospitable your clan is."

The thought of Lemiel sinking his fangs into an innocent servant's neck without regard for the person's life drained the blood from Sienna's face.

The pure-hearted princess could not bear anyone suffering because of her. She had caused the death of an innocent man, and it was enough. As long as she could do something to prevent its recurrence, she would not hesitate to jump into the fire.

When Lemiel leaned down to sniff her neck, Sienna stiffened.

The vampire chuckled in her ear. "Relax, sweet moonbeam. I haven't done anything yet. Mm...I love your smell. Honeysuckle. Rich and nectarous like a mixture of jasmine and vanilla."

How he described her scent was like he was describing a meal he was about to devour. It made Sienna wonder if she would even get through this night alive.

She had never met a vampire before, but she had read and heard things about them. They were said to be creatures driven by their instincts in the midst of thirst, and most of them killed people without batting an eye.

It didn't help that this vampire before her was rumored to be unruly and accustomed to making his own rules.

But if she would end up dead the next morning...she guessed it wasn't all bad. If she died, she wouldn't have to suffer any longer. She would be free somewhere out of this cruel world.

A moan of pain escaped Sienna's lips the moment she felt something cold and sharp pierce her skin.

The Devil's Promise