Today was the day I never wanted to come — the night of the ritual discussion. The night I'd be offered, bound by blood, to something I didn't believe in… until it stared back at me.*
For Riven — my husband, the 7th devil lord — a ritual sacrifice had to be made. One of his wives would be chosen. My heart raced. My hands trembled.
*"If Riven truly loves me, he won't let his brothers choose me,"* I whispered to myself.
*12:00 AM*
The time had come. I couldn't just wait. I had to know the truth. So I snuck into the meeting hall and hid behind the dark throne.
"Riven, which of your wives will you give for the ritual?" asked the 4th brother.
"Yeah… she's beautiful. She'll be perfect for the offering," the 1st brother added.
Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't take it. I ran before hearing Riven's response.
But I didn't know...
Riven stood up and shouted: *"NO! Leave Aria alone. I love her. Use my 70th wife instead."*
But I wasn't there to hear that.
Instead, I cried myself to sleep, believing I was the chosen one. When Riven reached for me, I turned away — scared, confused, broken.
He sensed something, but he waited till morning to ask.
Did I hear their meeting? Was I there?
If I told the truth…
He might snap.
And when a devil's son snaps — someone dies.
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He tried to touch me that night, but I turned away. I couldn't let him see the fear in my eyes—the fear that he might be the reason I die.
— I'm so scared *I whispered to my self*
Mom will kill me if Riven send me away *losted in thoughts*. "sigh".
But if I told Riven the truth… that I was there, that I heard *everything*... would he be angry? Would he see it as betrayal?
Would he kill me… or send me away?
I didn't know which one scared me more—his wrath… or his rejection.
He wasn't just my husband. He was the 7th devil lord. His love was dangerous. His anger, deadly.
I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to steady my breathing. My heart was heavy with questions and dread.
What if he thinks I don't trust him?
What if… I was wrong all along?
Telling him the truth could break us.
Keeping the secret could destroy me.
And so I lay there, lost in my thoughts, wondering if love with the devil's son was ever meant to feel safe.
He tried to kiss me… to make love to me, but I refused. He looked confused, worried — silently wondering what he had done wrong.
What will I do?
Lost and confused, I'm trapped in fear and doubt. My heart races with pain, yet I must find strength. Should I fight or surrender? The unknown feels darker than ever before.