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The Devil's Silent Bride Voiceless and branded as cursed, Aria is sold to Lord Lucien-a man whispered to be the Devil himself. In his dark world of secrets, every touch feels like a sin, and every kiss threatens to consume her soul. Bound by a dangerous vow, Aria must decide: break free from the Devil... or fall deeper into his fire.
Chapter 1 The Night Without a Voice
The rain came first-soft at the beginning, like the gentle tapping of fingertips on a window. Then the wind arrived, sweeping through the sleeping town with a howl that made the old trees outside Evelyn Hart's cottage sway and groan. She had been curled up on the couch, reading by the fire, when the lights flickered once... twice... and died.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Evelyn reached for the lantern on the side table, muttering under her breath about the unreliable power lines. But as she struck the match, she felt it-a change in the air. The kind that prickled at the skin and sent a shiver to the bones. It was no longer the ordinary chill of a storm; this was different, heavy... almost watching her.
The first sound came from outside-a slow, deliberate knock.
Three times.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
She froze. Who could be at her door at midnight in such weather? Gripping the lantern, she approached cautiously. "Who's there?" she called, her voice shaking more than she liked. No answer came, only the wind.
Then she saw it.
Through the thin crack between curtain and wall, a shadow stood beyond the glass. Tall. Unmoving. The lantern's light barely reached far enough to catch the glint of something metallic-perhaps a mask, or eyes that reflected light where human eyes shouldn't.
Her heart raced. She backed away. That's when the door burst inward.
Two figures dressed in black swept inside. They moved like smoke-silent but unstoppable. One clamped a hand over her mouth before she could scream, the other looped something cold and metallic around her neck. Her world became a blur of struggling limbs, overturned furniture, and the bitter scent of something sharp and chemical pressed to her face.
Her last memory before darkness was the faint toll of a distant bell. Twelve times.
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When Evelyn opened her eyes, the storm was gone.
The air was still, but the smell of damp stone clung to her. She was lying on a bed with sheets of deep crimson, in a room too grand to be real-high ceilings, carved blackwood furniture, and a chandelier whose crystals caught the dim glow of candlelight. Every flicker seemed to throw the shadows into motion, like they were breathing.
She tried to speak-perhaps to call out for help-but nothing came. Not even a whisper. Panic surged through her, and she clutched at her throat. No injury, no pain-just the hollow absence of a voice, as if it had been stolen from her entirely.
Somewhere beyond the room, footsteps echoed. Steady. Unhurried. Coming closer.
Evelyn scrambled off the bed, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor. The heavy double doors creaked open, and a man stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in black, and his face was hidden behind a crimson mask that gleamed faintly in the candlelight.
He didn't speak at first. He only looked at her, as though measuring her worth with his gaze alone. When he finally did speak, his voice was deep and smooth, carrying an edge of something dangerous.
"Evelyn Hart," he said slowly, as if tasting the name. "You are here... because you are mine now."
She shook her head furiously, trying to form words she couldn't make. He seemed amused by her silence.
"You don't need your voice," he continued, stepping closer until the scent of him-dark, unfamiliar, and intoxicating-surrounded her. "In fact, it is better this way. A bride should learn to listen before she speaks."
Her breath caught. Bride? What was he talking about?
As if reading her mind, he leaned closer, his masked face inches from hers. "The wedding," he whispered, "is at midnight. And my silent bride will be perfect."
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Chapter 1 The Night Without a Voice
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Chapter 2 The Man in the Crimson Mask
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Chapter 3 The Veil of Forbidden Rooms
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Chapter 4 The Blood Moon Contract
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Chapter 5 Shadows That Speak
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Chapter 6 The Bride's Rebellion
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Chapter 7 The Devil's Kiss
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Chapter 8 The Silent Storm
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Chapter 9 The Vow in Flames
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Chapter 10 Shadows That Follow
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Chapter 11 The First Move
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Chapter 12 The Sky Breaks
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Chapter 13 The Shadow's Claim
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Chapter 14 The Mark of the Devil
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Chapter 15 Whispers in the Dark
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Chapter 16 Bound in Fire
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Chapter 17 Breathing Between Shadows
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Chapter 18 The Eternal Vow
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