Devil's trapped Angel

Devil's trapped Angel

Angela

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***Poster image is not mine...its credit goes to the owner*** He was king of the underworld; no one dares to go against him; he was relentless, cruel, and ruthless. He was the most handsome man on the earth, all the women who see him wanted to sleep with him for once, but he never had any woman beside him. No beauty in the world can melt his stone heart. To make his black money white, he owned a chain college, all over the world. When his eyes fell on her, she was trapped by him. "What are you doing, Mr. Knight. I am a married woman," she shouted angrily with teary eyes. He held her chin tightly, pinned her to the wall, and said, grinding his teeth, "Oh! My little bird got a tongue, sweetheart you just remember one thing that you can only be my woman" saying this he kissed her fiercely.

Chapter 1 Samara and Demon

It was the inauguration day of Samara's college; she was very happy. She turned eighteen years last month, and now she is starting her college.

Like other teenage students, she was also very excited about this new journey. She was also happy because she was now in the legal age to work; her brother Henry worked hard to pay her school fees till now.

He was her only family, after the death of their parents; Henry took care of Samara as his daughter.

Now when she was in the legal age of working, she wanted to help her brother by doing part-time jobs.

It was news all over the college that in today's inauguration, the college's main trustee was coming to address the new batch of the students. It was rare because he never attended this kind of function, so the whole college was super excited.

It is said that he is a very humble person; Imperial College is one of the best colleges in the world. But the fee here is not very high so that middle-class families can also afford it because Mr. Knight believes that good education is every student's right.

Samara was a rare beauty; she had black long, slightly curled hair, green forest-like eyes as if she was a portrait of Mother Nature. Her smile was unique, making a flower bloom-her fair white lotus-like flawless skin.

No man in the world can resist her beauty, but she never thought she was a beauty queen. She believes that the inner beauty of a person is more important than outer look.

Henry knew that his sister a gorgeous woman; he was always worried about her safety. He would work as a bouncer at night in the club, but he still manages to drop and pick Samara from college.

He didn't allow her to alone anywhere, not even with her best friend, Jenny.

He never allows her to have an opposite-sex friend; he was worried that any man might play with her feelings. She is very innocent.

Their parents died in a car accident, Henry was ten years old at that time, and Samara was hardly two years. His dying parents asked him to take care of his little sister.

Samara was like the lifeline of her family; everyone loved her very much.

After their parents' death, Henry took himself as her father and tried to give her the best as much as he can afford.

Henry dropped Samara at her college gate, where Jenna was already waiting for her. They both hugged each other tightly and walked in the college chit-chatting happily.

As it was inauguration day, all the new students were asked to assemble in the auditorium. So Samara and Jenna headed towards the auditorium.

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On the other side Demon Knight was growled, "John, I have told you I don't like going to these kinds of places."

John stood straight and said, "Boss, I know, but it is important for you to show up sometimes in college so that no one can doubt your other identity."

Demon knew that John is right, so he didn't argue further, and said, "Give me my speech" John handed over the speech document to Demon.

Before leaving the room, Demon said, "Inform the principle that I will be there only for fifteen minutes."

John nodded and followed Demon. As Demon was about to enter his car, a girl's voice came from behind, "Demon, sweetheart ...why are you not responding my calls, baby" while saying this, she was about to hug Demon he dodged.

Demon looked pissed and said, "Liana, don't you dare to touch me, or I will kill you right here."

Liana pouted and said, "Demon, baby, I am our fiancée; why are you behaving like this?"

Demon grind his teeth and said, "Liana, I have told you so many times, I will not follow a dead man's wish"

Liana was a beautiful woman; another man dies to sleep with her, but the man she likes does not even look at her, but she is also determined to win his heart.

Before Liana could say anything, he entered his black limousine, fully loaded with luxuries inside. Comfortable sitting, bar cabinets, and many more things, and left for college.

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