Married The Devil

"Sophia, I love you..."

Right after the sweet words came out, Tristan gently tugged Sophia's nape. Without hesitation, he planted a deep and intimate kiss which was witnessed by almost all of the guests.

On Saturday night, the lavish wedding party was held with great fanfare. Of course, this is a natural thing, considering the wedding of a Tristan Quartararo so long-awaited by many audiences.

Held in one of the ballrooms of the Shangri-La Hotel at The Shard, London, the wedding was attended by so many guests from all walks of life and social strata. Everything seemed to be spilling out following the procession that was taking place solemnly.

Wearing an A-line off shoulder wedding dress with tiles and floral accents, Sophia looks so beautiful, like a princess from a fairy tale world. It's the same with Tristan, clad in an ivory white coat, and the man looks no less charming. This pair seems so harmonious and fits the eye. Countless flashes of camera flash belonging to the media crew aimed at the two of them. Everyone is competing to find the best angle to make headlines for tomorrow's news.

"Mr. Tristan, please give a speech," one of the media crew asked when he finished following the sacred wedding procession between Tristan and Sophia.

Smiling, Tristan led Sophia to sit on one of the chairs specially reserved for the two of them to hold a press conference. Meanwhile, countless media crews are cramming each other in front of them to get the best photos and news.

"Previously, congratulations on your marriage, Mr. and Mrs Quartararo. In response to the rumors circulating, we would like to clarify, is your marriage that seems rushed because it is true that Miss Sophia was already pregnant?" asked a reporter for one of the most popular gossip shows on tv.

Tristan reflexively laughed. Without feeling offended in the slightest, he tried to answer one by one the questions that were put to him.

"Sophia and I just met. But that doesn't mean our marriage will take place because she's already pregnant. Obviously it's just gossip."

"So what made you rush to propose and then marry her? Everyone knows that both of your careers are doing well. Especially since your current position is so calculated in the business world." The reporter chimed in again.

Tristan glanced briefly at Sophia. After grabbing the woman's wrist, he again answered the question. "You all know that my wife is a famous model. She is so beautiful, independent, even crazy by many men. Of course I don't want to risk her being snatched by other men because I have left her out there for too long. So instead of waiting long, Why don't I get married as soon as possible?"

Everyone nodded simultaneously. One reporter from a well-known British magazine also took the opportunity to ask a similar question.

"Of the many women there are, why do you believe that you chose Miss Sophia?"

"Because what I want is all in Sophia. Only she can complete all my shortcomings." Tristan smiled. The man then got up, preparing to end the question and answer procession with the media crew. "I think that's enough for the question and answer. I hope you all enjoy today's party. Thank you also for being willing to attend and help enliven the party we both have."

Before leaving, the whole media again took the best shots of the tide. Waving, Tristan and Sophia left the crowd and turned to Raphael, who seemed to be conversing with his colleagues.

"Uncle ..." Tristan scolded, then landed a hug on the man he already considered his father.

"Congratulations Tristan and Sophia, today you are officially husband and wife. Uncle never gets tired of praying for you both to be happy until death do you part."

Tristan smiled happily. Likewise with Sophia. The woman never stopped smiling at anyone who reprimanded her. He felt happy to share this happiness with everyone at his wedding party.

"Thank you very much, Uncle. I am flattered for your prayers. I hope it will all come true at our wedding."

After chatting with Raphael, it was their turn to approach Alfonso, who was also busy welcoming the guests he had invited. While hugging the princess tightly, the man couldn't stop smiling happily.

"Finally, Papa can marry you to the best man and certainly according to your choice. Papa hopes that you both live happily until grandparents and can have many offspring soon," the man prayed sincerely.

"Thank you, Pa," said Sophia. "I hope to be able to give Papa a grandson soon."

Alfonso's eyes then turned to Tristan. He hugged the man tightly, whispering.

"Daddy left Sophia with you, Tristan. Please take good care of her and never let her leave your side."

"Of course. I will never let go of your daughter until my goal is accomplished." Tristan muttered to himself.

However, instead of saying those words, Tristan just nodded. After breaking the hug, the man replied politely.

"Don't worry, Pa. I will take care of Sophia with all my heart."

After making small talk with the Adelaide family, it was Tristan's turn to greet his friends. It looks like Jacob, Nicholas, and Edward are busy eating the food the hotel has served. As soon as they saw Tristan's presence, the three immediately stopped, then Jacob and Nicholas, without hesitation, gave their best friend a congratulatory hug.

"You're finally married, too," Nicholas said. "Please pray that Claire and I will catch up after this."

Tristan nodded. He was sincerely acknowledging his best friend's wishes.

"I hope you guys catch up soon. You and Claire have engaged anyway and I'm sure they'll be married soon." Tristan's gaze then turned to Jacob. "And you too, Jack. I pray that Tita will catch up soon. You two are perfect for each other. So what are you waiting for."

Unlike Edward, the man was silent. Tristan, who still felt guilty, chose to relent and reprimand Edward first.

"Thank you so much for coming. Don't you want to give me a congratulatory hug?"

At first, Edward did not give any response. But, a few seconds later, the man nodded, walked over, and hugged Tristan tightly.

"Congratulations on your marriage," he said sincerely, patting Tristan's shoulder. "I hope you are the best man God sent to accompany Sophia."

Unraveling his embrace, Tristan flashed a smile.

"Thank you very much, Ed. Sorry for anything that upset, disappointed, or upset you. Deep in my heart, I never wanted our friendship to fall apart let alone break up."

Edward took a deep breath. Nodding, the man responded.

"Forget it. The important thing is that you and Sophia are happy right now. I can't be selfish to keep blaming you two. My prayers are the same as any other, I hope your marriage lasts until death do us apart." Edward then took a step forward, tilting his face slightly. The man whispered right in Tristan's ear. "But I wasn't kidding about my threat the other day. You hurt Sophia by a hair's length, I'll finish you myself." Finished saying those words, Edward backed away and left Tristan just like that.

Meanwhile, Raphael, who was getting ready to go home, accidentally bumped into Alfonso in the other corner of the room. At first, he was reluctant to ignore it. Even trying to escape.

However, unlike Alfonso, the man deliberately reprimanded him. Try to engage in conversation.

"Why the rush? You don't want to have a drink with me first?" quipped Alfonso with a smile. "I don't have time for people like you," said Raphael with a lazy face.

"Don't be like that, Raphael. Back then, when you were friends, I was the one you used to hang out with the most. Remember, than, Andrew, and you're closer to me."

Raphael rolled his eyes in disgust. He was very lazy to hear the chatter of Alfonso, who was so happy to bring up the past. Even though what the man said was true, Raphael still didn't want to remember it.

"Stop talking about the past. There's no good memory for either of us to remember. So you don't have to bother bringing it up again."

Raphael said it in a mocking tone. But Alfonso didn't care. He was happy to see his rival openly showing an annoyed and displeased expression.

"Are you sure there are no good memories from the past to cherish? How about the fact that you once had a relationship with Gracia, your best friend's wife? Isn't that woman someone you can never forget?"

"Shut up!" Raphael's voice was cold but filled with a threatening tone.

"Why? Are you afraid that Tristan will find out that the uncle he has been proud of all this time has an illicit relationship with his biological mother?"

Raphael's eyes widened with extreme shock after hearing the words that escaped Alfonso's lips.

"Watch your words, Alfonso! You can't just accuse," Raphael snarled. Her face flushed with emotion.

"I'm not accusing you, Raphael. It is. I'm sorry for Andrew for being lied to by his wife and best friend."

Raphael pressed his lips together tightly. Try not to be provoked by what Alfonso says. "Whatever you say, I don't care one bit."

Alfonso nodded. The mocking smile didn't leave his face in the slightest. "You must remember carefully, Raphael Gamaliel Smith, if you still disturb my calm, then I will not hesitate to repay all your actions."

Raphael didn't care. Instead of responding, the man simply walked away from Alfonso's presence. He considered his time too valuable to deal with Alfonso's annoying attitude. He also believes that one day he can silence and stop all movements of the enemy and his rival.

***

The wedding party is over. That same night Tristan immediately took Sophia to return to her residence in Kensington. As soon as he got out of the car, he gently carried his wife to their room. Once there, without further ado, Tristan threw his wife's body onto the bed, which took Sophia by surprise.

"Tristan!" she exclaimed without thinking. "What are you doing?"

While Tristan just put on a flat expression. The expression full of love and affection the man had shown all this time slowly disappeared from his face. Turning around, Tristan walked slowly towards the bedroom door. He locked it tightly, ensuring that no one else could enter or see what he was doing in the room.

"Tristan, what's going on?" Sophia asked again. Make sure the change in her husband's attitude makes her wonder.

"You ask what's going on?" Tristan said coldly. "Of course, showing you what I'm supposed to show you."

Sophia's eyebrows seemed to knit together. She tried to find out what his husband had just said.

"Show what you mean?"

Tristan ignored Sophia's ramblings. Walking towards the bed, the man pulled his wife's legs roughly until the woman almost fell. When his hand reached the dress attached to Sophia's body, Tristan quickly pulled his wife's wedding dress almost entirely off.

"Tristan, stop it!" Sophia screamed as she struggled. As soon as she got tired, the woman inched backward, pulling the blanket over her almost innocent body. "For God's sake, stop your madness. You've hurt me."

"I don't care, Sophia," Tristan said with a sharp grin. The next second, the man took off his coat and pulled out the white shirt that wrapped his muscular body—throwing it in any direction without taking her blue eyes away from Sophia.

Calmly Tristan crawled onto the bed when the wife intended to run away as quickly as she blocks. Pulling and then locking Sophia's body right under him.

"Where are you running, honey?"

The baritone voice made Sophia's hair goosebumps instantly. The grip of Tristan's hands pushed her heart beat faster as if it were about to burst into pieces. Her breath hitched as the air was blocked from filling his poor lungs.

Sophia continued to struggle, trying to put up a fight to get Tristan to free himself. But all her efforts were in vain. Sophia, of course, lost power to that man.

"Please, let me go, Tristan. What did I do wrong to treat you like this," she asked in a trembling voice.

Sophia was shocked to find Tristan, who had changed his attitude by 180 degrees. The gentleman-like angel she had known all this time suddenly turned into another figure like a demon.

Still gripping Sophia's hands, Tristan smirked again. His heart was not touched at all by the request that his wife had been making.

"It doesn't matter why I'm doing this. What you need to remember and imprint in your brain, Sophia Adelaide belongs to Tristan Quartararo. From this moment on, you are a wife who must be ready whenever I use and torture. No one is allowed to look at you, glance at you, or touch you except me, not even Edward. If you ever tell other people about me torturing you, in that instant, I will make the people you love suffer."

"You are a total bastard! Why have you changed like this?" Sophia screamed in anger. Her face was red from feeling humiliated and intimidated by the man who had just assumed her husband's status. "Where is your promise to care for and love me with all your heart? Or maybe you're doing all this to me on purpose?" Sophia shook her head in disbelief. "No, Tristan. You must have set me up on purpose. What exactly do you want to do to me!"

Laughter trickled from Tristan's lips. Raising an eyebrow, the man replied with a mocking expression.

"Oh, come on, Sophia don't waste your energy talking too much. You think I care about all your ramblings?" Turning his face slightly, the man whispered. "So that you know, I did approach you with one aim. And, of course, I will never stop until my goal is accomplished. I'll never even let you go before the Adelaide family suffers."

Seconds later, Tristan tugged the wedding gown attached to Sophia's body, completely free. Throwing it like that on the floor, he touched every inch of his wife's body roughly.

Even though she has the right because of his status as her husband, Sophia's chastity, meanwhile Sophia can only cry under Tristan's body. She was feeling humiliated by what her husband had just done. If the other couple spends their wedding night intimately and happily in mind, then Sophia must feel the hell she created herself.

The following day when she woke up from sleep, Sophia was surprised by the presence of so many maids in her room. Blinking her eyes, she tried to gather the consciousness that had not yet been fully collected.

"Madam, a water warmer for you to shower is available. We've also brought the clothes you're going to wear," said one of the maids. Sophia struggled to respond, holding her forehead, which was throbbing in pain.

"What's going on here? Then where is my husband?" Ah, Sophia suddenly choked on her own words. In her heart, she asked whether she still deserved to call the man who had tortured her husband last night? I don't know. Sophia still hopes that what happened last night was nothing more than a dream. bad.

"Mr Tristan just came down to the dining room a few minutes ago. He is currently waiting for you to have breakfast together."

Sophia nodded. She walked slowly towards the bathroom, and she then cleaned herself. Seconds after that, she dressed and slowly walked into the dining room. Once she arrived, she was again surprised. There was Tristan. He immediately got up and greeted him sweetly like a dream husband in the movies.

"Honey, are you awake? How did you sleep last night? Was it really good?"

Sitting in the chair, Sophia couldn't help but stare. Her brain was filled with many question marks, one of which was asking about Tristan, who seems to have a split personality.