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Lucifer's last bride

Stacey Brown, a fierce feminist lawyer is entangled in a web of ancient secrets and mystical forces. Bound by her parents' arrangement to marry the chauvinistic Frederick August, Stacey's life takes a drastic turn when she becomes the coveted bride of the enigmatic and powerful Lucifer, known as Azrael in the mortal realm. As Azrael's sacrificial bride, Stacey's fate is sealed, but the fallen angel finds himself inexplicably drawn to her innocence and purity of heart. Torn between his loyalty to his dark legacy and his growing feelings for Stacey, Azrael must choose between his immortal existence and saving the woman who has awakened his long-lost heart. Meanwhile, Frederick, hiding secrets of his own, must confront his family's dark past and decide whether to protect Stacey or uphold his family's ancient obligations. As lies and deceit threaten to destroy their relationships, Stacey must navigate the treacherous landscape of love, loyalty, and sacrifice. Will she choose the fiery passion of Azrael who would burn the world to save her? Or the familiar comfort of Frederick who would be a hero and save his world? Dive into this romantic fantasy, where the boundaries between good and evil blur, and the power of love becomes the ultimate weapon in the battle for life.

Luna_Noir07 · Urban
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Chapter fifty-five – Moving on…

Fredrick sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of untouched scotch on the rocks. The dimly lit room was shrouded in a haze of cigarette smoke and the soft hum of jazz music. The bartender polished a glass with a white cloth, eyeing Fredrick with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. Fredrick's gaze was fixed on the amber liquid, his mind a thousand miles away, lost in thoughts of Stacey.

Just as the bartender was about to strike up a conversation, a vision of sultry elegance sauntered into the bar. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her curves seemed to defy gravity in a red dress that hugged her body like a second skin. She carried herself with confidence, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for prey.