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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 Forty-Six – Chicago!

"So, where is she?"

"Somewhere in Chicago."

"Chicago?!" 

"That's what the coordinates from the tracker is showing." Alexander responded, zooming in on the screen of the laptop.

"How… you know what, we'll ask questions later. Right now, we have to move." Louisa exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the tracker's screen. "We have a location, so, we need to act fast."

"Agreed," Henry said, already standing up straight. He turned to James, "We can take my private jet. I just got it serviced some days ago. It's the fastest way to get to Chicago right now."

James nodded, "Good idea."

"I'll get the pilot on standby," Fredrick said, pulling out his phone.

"And I'll pack some essentials," Susan added.

"I'll help you with that" Louisa offered, she and Susan hurrying off.

"How far is Chicago from Los Angeles?"

"Five, maybe six hours." Fredrick answered. "Why?"