Two months of hell. Literally. You were forced to wed with a notorious ruthless demon majesty. He never acknowledged you or cared about anything you had to say, but he still controlled you and refused to let you go somewhere without his knowledge or assistance. So finally, you took control.

One night, you decided to sneak out of the palace to go to a raving club, known hell-wide. You took your favourite white robe and used it to cover your short red dress which hugged you in all the right ways to sneak out the palace. You walked quietly and casually past your husbands office to avoid suspicion.

Once his office door was out of sight, you threw the robe on the ground in a small thud and made a run for the car. To your wasted efforts, King Xalen was leaning against the car window outside, fiddling with the car keys in hand.

“Forgot this, Amore?” He said, jingling the keys in a mocking manner. Well shit.