Married To Mr. Devil

Episode 8

Jasmine stood in front of the mirror, admiring her beauty while putting on an earring.

“You look gorgeous, Cherub.” Damon complimented her as he walked into the room.

She smiled and said, “Thanks, handsome, but you really don't need to flatter me. We're still here, so you can drop the pretense.”

He leaned against the wall, his gaze darting from her reflection to her real self, and she took a glance at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled.

“And what are you doing now?”

“Not complimenting, just staring.”

She turned to him, and they walked out of the house with her arm wrapped around his. The driver opened the door; they settled in the back, but the journey was silent to the family house. When they arrived at Mr. Stones' mansion, Jasmine was surprised and happy to see Laura.

“What are you doing here, Laura?” Her voice, contorted with happiness, sprang in the air as she stepped out of the car and rushed to hug her.

“I missed you,” Laura ran her hands through Jasmine's hair as though they were kids.

They walked into the house, leaving the men at it.

“You must be the infamous Damon Forbes?" Arvin said as Damon took two steps past him.

Damon halted and turned to him with his hands in his pockets, as Arvin turned to look at him.

“And you are?”

“Arvin,” he said, stretching out his hand for a shake.

“No, I'll pass.” Damon shook his head; his lips curled in disgust. “I might be infamous, but I don't deal with ghosts.” He smirked and walked into the house.

“A ghost? Me?” Arvin scoffed, fuming with rage as he stormed into the house.

Laura's happy eyes locked with Arvin's piercing eyes.

“I have to go now; Damon must have annoyed him.” She whispered to Jasmine and briskly left the table where they were talking.

Damon walked up to Jasmine with a smile and kissed her lips while tucking her hair away from her face. Laura stared, her eyes laced with envy.

“The table is ready now; Mr. and Mrs. Stones are waiting at the table.” A maid walked in to announce

Arvin walked behind Laura, while Damon's hand lurked around Jasmine's waist as they walked to the table. It was almost convincing to them that they loved each other.

But the look on Damon's face dropped to gloom as he saw Mr. Stones. They recognized each other instantly, but he waved it off and pulled out a chair for Jasmine instead.

“You must be Damon,” Mr. Stones said, chewing gently on the grains in his mouth.

“You would have known if you didn't miss your daughter's wedding.” He retorted in a hushed tone, not sparing him a glance.

All eyes fell on him, bewildered. Jasmine pulled on his trousers and cleared her throat.

“Yes, dad. He's Damon.”

“Guess now; he's lost his voice,” Arvin whined with a smirk.

Mr. Stones looked at Damon, who was engulfed in his meal, not minding anyone else at the table, and darted his gaze to Jasmine, who bit her lower lip, anticipating the worst. He was about to say something when the door opened and Larry emerged. Jasmine looked disappointed.

“What is he doing here, dad?” She turned to Mr. Stones, but he kept quiet.

“Say something, dad,” she said, half yelling.

“We should all eat,” Mrs. Stones said, turning to Larry. “Please, join us.”

He pulled a chair beside Jasmine and sat down. Damon glared at him and looked at Mr. Stones.

“What are you doing, Mr. Stones?"

“You'll be marrying Larry by next week; get prepared, Jasmine.” He rather focused his gaze on Jasmine.

A satisfied, sly grin appeared on Arvin's face, and Jasmine's jaw dropped.

“That can't be, dad.” She protested, but Damon's hand found her and gave her a soft, reassuring squeeze.

“She's married to me. Mine and mine alone.” He gave Mr. Stones a cold glare and a sneer, telling him not to cross the line.

Fear etched Mr. Stones' face, but he refused to let a stranger rule his family.

“Any opposition, Jasmine?"

She shook her head; she knew what would come if she refused. Damon was surprised she agreed to it while he was trying to fight for her.

Larry took her second hand and smiled at her. “You're so beautiful.”

She forced a smile and wriggled her hands out of both men's grip. “I'm done eating.” She said, and as she tried to stand up, a glass of wine spilled on her dress.

Damon jumped, grabbed his napkin, and began to clean her dress.

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with care and worry.

“I'll go to the restroom." She shoved his hands off her and stood up.

“I'll go with her." Laura excused herself and left with Jasmine.

“The lunch is over,” Mr. Stones' cranky voice disappeared in the air, and as he made to leave the dining room, Damon followed him.

When they'd walked away from the dining room, Damon gripped him by the neck and pinned him against the wall, not caring about his age or their new relationship.

“Mr. Stones, it's so ironic how you know me, yet you're daring me.”

Mr. Stones forced a smile. “Because I know you, you can't be near my daughter. I know how dangerous you are, Damon. She will marry Larry, and nothing will stop her.”

Damon let go of him. “You will do no such thing, Mr. Stones. Your whole life is in my hands, and only a word from me would make you nothing.” He whispered in his ear.

He began to adjust his suit, “Jasmine is mine, mine to own and mine to claim.” He said that and left.

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“What are you going to do now? Are you really going to marry Larry?” Laura asked as Jasmine cleaned her dress, staring at the mirror.

“Isn't that what you've always wished for me? To be like you and Zoey?” She turned to her with tears rolling down her cheeks.

The door opened before Laura could say anything, and Damon walked in, pulled Jasmine in, and kissed her deeply.

With his hands holding her head firmly to meet his eyes, he said, “You're mine to claim, Cherub.”