Reborn As The Devil's Bride

“Please…” she whimpered, her voice trembling and weak. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run away. Please… Mom… Dad…”

The car hit her again.

A sickening crack echoed through the empty road as her body slammed hard against the ground.

Pain exploded through her bones, stealing the air from her lungs.

Her legs twisted at an unnatural angle beneath her, and for a moment she couldn’t even scream.

Then the pain found her voice.

A broken, animalistic cry tore out of her throat.

Blood was coming out from her mouth, from her nose and from the open wounds scattered across her skin.

She tried to move.

She couldn’t.

Her body refused to obey.

Her vision blurred, swimming in and out of focus as dizziness threatened to swallow her whole.

The engine of the car roared again.

Her heart seized in terror.

“Thought you wanted to run?” a mocking voice called out from inside the vehicle. “Go on Emily. Run.”

The words were followed by laughter.

Her hands trembled as she tried to crawl forward, dragging her broken body across the rough road.

Each movement sent fresh waves of agony through her limbs, but she kept trying, desperate to survive.

The cars finally stopped.

The doors opened.

One by one, they stepped out.

The Collins family.

Collins Peters…His wife, Mary.

And their children….Joy, Henry, Victor, and Elena.

The family she had lived with for ten years.

The family she had loved with all her heart.

The family she had sacrificed everything for.

They stood around her now, forming a circle, staring down at her like spectators watching a dying animal.

“The one time you were supposed to be useful to us,” Elena said, her lips curling in disgust, “you decided to run away.”

Emily’s chest shook with silent sobs as she hugged herself, trying to protect her shattered body from the cold air.

Her family wanted her to marry a man called Ghost to clear up his father’s gambling debt

A Crime leader.

A notorious killer.

A man people feared so deeply that they whispered his name like a curse.

He is rumored to kill people for breathing too loudly around him.

A man that has hundreds of women in his mansion. Women exchange for debts by their families

Rumours said he kills certain amount of women in his mansion every month to appease whatever cult he belongs

A twisted monster.

A devil in human form.

And they wanted her to become his bride.

She won't survive an hour there

“Please…” she begged again, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face.

“What a waste,” Her adopted father said flatly.

His voice carried no anger.

No disappointment.

Just cold indifference.

Mary Collins stepped forward slowly, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

Emily’s heart leaped at the sight of her.

“Mom…” she whispered weakly, reaching out with trembling fingers, desperate for comfort.

For mercy.

For love.

Mary’s face twisted in disgust.

She lifted her foot….

And kicked Emily’s hand away with