The Devil's Residence

By Selena Dobbin-Gillis

Marguerite, an innocent and petite, attractive woman with striking dark features, not long out of the convent where she was raised for several years, meets and falls in love for the very first time. This irresistible man is the Prince Charming she's been waiting for---a smooth talker, slickly dressed, tall, dark and handsome man, a man of sophistication. Only to become a victim of his cruel dark secrets...she will quickly discover that there really is a HELL. Jumping headfirst into a relationship she knows nothing about. An innocent soul, not knowing the green-eyed Devil as jealously, or the true meaning of Possessed. Paul, so tall and handsome, is nothing less than perfection. Not knowing that over time she will become a victim of this man's very dark future. Along with the innocent babies to be brought into their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selena Dobbin-Gillis
• Release date: Nov 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311054876

Selena Dobbin-Gillis

I am happily married to a wonderful loving man and am the mother of 4 children, 13 grandchildren, and 8 great-grandchildren, all whom I love very much. I love writing and Painting and gardening and spend many hours sitting with a good book in my hands, needless to say I enjoy reading very much. My wish is to write several books for the enjoyment of my readers over the next couple of years.

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PROLOGUE

Marguerite, an innocent petite woman, with striking dark features and blue black hair, meets and falls in love for the very first time. This irresistible man, Paul Dolan was the prince charming she had been waiting for all her life.

He was a smooth talker, slickly dressed, tall, dark and handsome man, a man of sophistication. Soon she will become in the very near future, a victim of his cruel dark secret.

She would quickly discover that there really is a hell. Jumping headfirst into a relationship she knew nothing about, an innocent soul raised in the convent for several years.

Not knowing the green-eyed devil as jealousy, or what the meaning of possessed really meant.

Paul, so tall with cold black hair and mustache, was nothing less than perfection.

Not knowing that over time she would come to be a victim of this dark man’s future, along with the innocent babies to be brought into their lives.

CHAPTER ONE

Paul proposed to Marguerite during a walk in the park on a beautiful July summers evening. A date she would never forget. Marguerite looked at Paul as she accepted his proposal of marriage, throwing her arms around him. Yes, yes, when can we get married? Soon, please say soon?

Anytime you want Marguerite. We have to discuss it with your father first. Then he kissed her passionately on inviting lips. I love you Marguerite so much.

She knew no one would ever be able to make her as happy as she was right now, except this man, her man.

Sitting alone later that night, she envisioned wonderful life she would share with Paul and the nice home they would eventually have, and the beautiful babies they would make, feeling the heat soar through her flesh, caused her to quiver. Until she left the convent and started to read romance novels she was naïve to the way of making love.

Getting up from her bed, she decided it best to keep busy; anything to keep her mind off of making love for the first time on their wedding night, knowing deep in her soul it would be beautiful.

Marguerites father was happy for his little girl, giving his blessings without hesitation.

The wedding was small, this didn’t bother the newlyweds. They had each other and that’s what mattered. The young couple beamed as they left the small church arm in arm returning to Paul’s father’s home.

"We’ll move into the little house next to my parents place, it’s not big, but will do for now, looking at his new wife, questioningly hoping she wouldn’t mind.

A very tiny house indeed, she thought to herself remembering the tiny house at the back, on the same property of his parent’s house.

Paul took his new bride on a little walk to the back of his parent’s property to see their new home. One glance and she could see a small bedroom, a kitchen and what looked like half a living room, none the less, her eyes lit up.

This place does have potential, after we fix it up it will look nice and will be our home. Marguerite felt thankful she had learned how to sew in the convent, decided to sew the pretty material her mother-in-law had given her into cute little curtains. And when the job was complete she put the curtains on the windows. She and Paul scrubbed the walls and floors, and then they applied some much needed paint.

After a week of hard work the place started looking like their very own home, both looking around, were very satisfied and proud with what they accomplished together.

Paul patted her on her cute little bottom as she passed him. You could never look more beautiful than you do right now, mussed up hair and all.

Her smile melted his heart as he put his arm around her shoulder. It took a bit of work but it’s all finally coming together. Just imagine Paul, our first home she hugged him, I’m so happy, I can’t wait for us to have a family of our own.

With the mention of family he went quiet and moved away from her; it was as if a dark cloud had come between them.

Marguerite suddenly feeling very ill at ease as if a cold chill was flowing over her body, making her question what was causing her husband to go so cold. She couldn’t explain it, so she decided, it best not to continue with this conversation.

CHAPTER TWO

Settling in late one evening, there was a loud knock at the door, Paul’s good friends dropped by. Friends Marguerite hadn’t met yet.

"Hello Paul old buddy, we figured it was time we meet that very pretty little wench of yours we’ve heard so much about, curiously looking around the tiny house.

Paul honey who’s at the door? Blushing as she took notice of strangers standing at the doorway, each holding a case of beer something Marguerite wasn’t too familiar with, people showing up with a case of beer under their arm.

Helloo there, noticing Marguerite come out of the bedroom in her dressing gown pulled snug around her. Their eyes looking her over from head to toe aren’t you a pretty little thing?

Quickly Marguerite pulled her dressing gown tighter around her waist.

Make no wonder we haven’t seen too much of our old friend here, he’s been too busy getting to know the little woman huh laughing. Brian spoke with a dirty sneer while slapping Paul on the back as they entered into the kitchen.

Feeling their eyes on her made her very uncomfortable, almost as if they were undressing her. Puzzled, she noticed the dark look on her husband’s face as she walked slowly over, shook each ones hand.

Please to meet you all, Paul has told me so much about you.

Just the good things I hope. One replied with a smirk, laughing.

Paul was getting agitated and it showed in his voice Marguerite go and put some clothes on, make yourself decent.

Turning red she quickly exited the kitchen, returning to her room. Shortly after, she returned to join them in the kitchen, listening while the men sat drinking and reminiscing. Marguerite excused herself and decided it would be more enjoyable to read her book in the small living room rather than listen to a crowd of men drinking and spinning yarns.

Noticing his buddies every so often looking over his beautiful wife as she sat in the living room reading did not make Paul a happy man.

Marguerite noticed the puzzled look on her husband’s face, making her feel as if she had suddenly done something wrong. Feeling strained, after about an hour she finally got a chance to speak to him alone. Are you all right Paul? Is there something wrong?

"No nothing’s wrong. I just wish you wouldn’t flirt with my fucking friends that all.

What do you mean? Flirt with your friends, I’ve been here in the living room reading my book all this time, and must you curse I have done nothing to deserve this from you?

I saw them looking at you, what were you doing, making eyes at them too?

This is not the man I love speaking, who are you? She asked.

He just turned around to leave the room. We will talk about this later Marguerite, he then returned to the kitchen.

It was much later when the friends left. Sleep was next to impossible as Marguerite lay in bed tossing and turning.

Paul honey, are you coming to bed? She waited but got no answer that’s strange; she thought as she climbed out of bed, touching her feet on the cold bedroom floor caused her to cringe.

Marguerite found him still in the kitchen talking to himself Paul how come you’re still up? I thought you were talking to someone out here.

Why the hell am I still up? He mimicked her. Let me see, maybe because I have a slut for a wife, could that be it?

Paul why are you talking to me like this, what is your problem? I’ve done nothing to deserve this from you. Not seeing this side of her husband before and it hurt her.

My fucking friends come over and you, my sweet loving wife make eyes at them all night. What would you call that? He jumped up from the table almost knocking it over; he made his way to the bed, pointing his finger in her face as he passed. Jesus, if I ever see you get on like that again so help me, you’ll be sorry you did. Do you understand?

"But, I did nothing wrong and please don’t take the Lords name in vain? You scare me when you do. Getting a tingling feeling as if someone was walking on her grave, chills went up and down her spine.

The look in his eyes caused her to back away from him, thinking for sure he might hit her.

"Fuck him and you too, Paul headed for their bedroom, slamming the door. Marguerite remained in the kitchen for a while, giving him enough time to fall asleep before she returned to their bed.

CHAPTER THREE

Paul worked most days when work was available, only to spend a lot of his evenings in his parents basement. Paul you are avoiding me lately, why are you doing this, is it because of your friends? You were wrong to accuse me of having any interest in them. I swear to God above, I did nothing wrong.

Paul shrugged his shoulders as he walked past her going about his business. Marguerite felt even more ill at ease about the whole situation. Curiosity taking over, Marguerite pulled on her fall coat and went outside. I think I’ll take a look in that basement to see what’s so important there. Entering the dark musty area, she switched on a dull overhead light. She blinked her eyes taking a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. An awful smell hit her in the face as she looked around to see what it was. In the far corner by the wall was a large keg hidden with boxes.

What’s this? Marguerite lifted up the lid on the keg causing her to turn up her nose to the strange yeasty smell. Replacing the lid quickly she turned to leave the basement, running smack into Paul, causing her to almost jump out of her shoes Oh it’s you Paul. You scared me.

Roughly he grabbed Marguerite by her slender shoulders, what the hell are you doing poking around in here?

She felt slightly shaken. I just came to see if you had come back here, that’s all. I was curious to see what was so important that demanded so much of your time down here in your mother’s basement.

It’s none of your damn business Marguerite on what I’m doing. It doesn’t concern you so don’t worry about it.

Walking back to the house Marguerite was hurting and confused.

Paul had only recently started talking to her like this. What’s happening to him, to us? She worried.

CHAPTER FOUR

After a week of nausea and feeling run down, not recognizing any of the symptoms, Marguerite decided to talk to her mother-in-law about it; she was worried and had to talk to someone.

She was so surprised when Gran Dolan suggested she must be pregnant. Making a trip to her doctor to confirm it and yes she was definitely pregnant with their first child, feeling so happy and al inside. She had to tell someone or bust. Pulling on her coat, she paid a visit to her friend Maggie’s house that very afternoon, and excitedly told her the great news.

Maggie grabbed her friend gently and hugged her, congratulations, I am so happy for you. What did Paul say? Was he excited?

No not yet, he’s still at work so I have to wait until he gets home this evening. I can’t wait to tell him he’s going to be a daddy; hopefully this will change his strange behavior of late. Going home, Marguerite anxiously waited for Paul to return home that evening. An hour or so later Paul walked into the house and noticing a glow about his wife.

What are you looking so happy about? Receive a win fall or something?

She flew to him and threw her arms around his waist, Paul honey, were going to have a baby and you are going to be a daddy. Just think our very own baby. We will be a complete family now, you, me and our baby. I figure around December, isn’t this exciting honey?

Just wonderful, that’s just what we need right now, another mouth to feed, we can barely feed ourselves. He pulled away from her.

Marguerite felt hurt, don’t worry honey we will be just fine. The Lord above will help us find a way. He always does." She attempted to put her arms around him again.

With that he gave her a look that turned her blood cold, causing her to get goose bumps and wonder why he felt this way every time she mentioned God. Then he turned and walked into the other room.

Marguerite feeling more hurt and disappointed and on the verge of tears, made a trip to the bedroom until she composed herself, putting her small hand on her belly, don’t worry my darling, your daddy will come around. Then she returned to put supper on the table, knowing it was going to be a rather quite meal.

Paul spent a couple of days brooding but got over it quickly, and the next couple of weeks he was his loving and gentle self once again. Marguerite could tell he really was trying. He just had to adjust to the thought of becoming a father.

Waking her up early on a beautiful sunny morning with the curtains opened wide so she could see the big dazzling snowflakes, wake up sleepy head and look out the widow.

She raised herself on one elbow oh honey it’s so beautiful.

Yes it is, but not as beautiful as you little wife. Giving her a soft kiss on the lips, and I have breakfast on the stove cooking and you Mrs. Dolan will remain in bed while I, your lowly servant serves you surprising her.

Marguerite giggled. This humble lady awaits your kind services sir. And what do I owe the honor of such service?

Simply because you are you and I love you little wife and I love you.

Enjoying the affection showered upon her over the weeks to follow gave her great hope and joy. The pregnancy was a hard one though, with constant vomiting and other problems, even though, this was the happiest time for her. (If only my brother Thomas could be here to share this happy time with me) Marguerite thought wistfully of her older brother living in Toronto, and feeling sad that she had never had the opportunity to meet his wife and children.

She shared her thoughts with her friend Maggie one day during tea. I miss my brother so much. I wish we could be together. We never really had a lot of time together, with me living in the convent, and him being raised with our grandparents.

Maggie knew how much her dear friend missed her older brother. But their lives were different now; they hadn’t seen each other for years, and it would probably be several more.

CHAPTER FIVE

Winter now here with a vengeance and a cold one at that. With very little food in the house, and most of the time there was little to burn to keep them warm. Thankfully Paul’s mother helped out with food and gave her and Paul several homemade quilts to wrap up in. Marguerite worried for her baby’s sake. She could understand that Paul went hunting with his friends to provide food for her and the unborn baby. But when he was gone it was so lonely at home in the small house. Gran Dolan stopped by often to make sure she was ok and brought small treats for her until her son returned from hunting. She herself knew what it was like being pregnant and having these small urges for something special.

A couple of days gone, he proudly returned with a quarter of moose knowing this would last them for the winter at least gave him a sense of satisfaction.

I really missed you little wife. Putting his arms around her and placing a big warm kiss on her wanting lips.

As much as she hated guns, she was thankful for the food they helped provide.

With Gran’s help she had learned to make several different dishes with the meat. Her biggest fear was a lack of nourishment during her pregnancy, her breasts drying up and not having enough milk to feed the baby when it did arrive.

Even with the hardships Marguerite loved this season. Wrapped up warm she snuggled close to her husband as they sat with their arms around each other to keep warm.

I have always loved the snow, especially as a child, I would roll in it and then so many times got scolded for throwing snowballs at the nuns and priests. Marguerite giggled while sharing this special thought with Paul, but I never did and still don’t like the cold, not one bit.

Soon I’ll be back to work little wife then we can warm this place up. Loving how her face lit up.

Maybe honey after the baby is born we can spend some time out skating on the pond? I’m sure your mother will watch the baby for a short while. Don’t you think?

Paul nodded yes but said nothing in return, he just smiled, which Marguerite dismissed as nothing.

The baby was on his way and very soon from the way he was kicking up a storm inside her.

A winter storm was battering at the walls and door of the small house, it sounded as if the windows might give in to its ferocity.

The doctor was called to the home to deliver the baby. It took a longer time for him to arrive due to the weather, the baby held on as if waiting for him. Not long after his arrival a beautiful but frail three pound baby boy with dark features like his handsome dad was born on December twenty first, nineteen forty.

Marguerite held him tenderly Paul honey we have our Christmas baby; we will call you Bernard. Thank you Father for this miracle, it seems I’ve waited what seems like an eternity for you little guy. She kissed his tiny hands and fuzzy little dark head, so thankful for this wonderful little blessing.

Not realizing the stormy weather would follow like a shadow over her little son for many years to come?

Paul looked at his little son with mixed feelings, hung around until after the doctor left, then leaving Marguerite and the new baby in the care of his mother.

Mom, I’m going out for a while, won’t be too late.

"Paul don’t you think you should stay at home with your wife and new son? She may need you.

Mom you’re here she’ll be fine and I won’t be long, then he left.

Marguerite was sad that her husband wouldn’t stay home to share this special time with her and their new son, but knowing as that he was probably excited to be a proud daddy, and just couldn’t wait to shout it out to all his friends.

It hurt Gran to see Marguerite holding the infant with so much love knowing the unhappiness she felt inside her heart. Just looking into her eyes she could see the sadness, bent down and kissed her daughter-in-law on the forehead. The baby is settled down now, and dear, you need rest, try to get some sleep while the baby is sleeping. I’ll be returning home now, Paul shouldn’t be too long.

Gran thought about her son while putting on her coat and boots, Paul was always one to get his own way from the time of his birth to this present day, his father made sure of that. Gran Dolan could not believe either how her son came to be so heartless with the woman he claimed to love. She herself had dealt with it since the day she and Frank were married many years ago. Frank was also loving and kind until they married just like Paul. Then over time she began to see another side of him, a very dark side.

Paul, seeing his father treat his mother like a servant, just someone to have around to do his bidding, and that it was a woman’s lot in life, make no wonder he had such little respect for the women in his life, if any at all. Whispering going out the door with a heavy heart "I was hoping that you my child wouldn’t have to carry the same burden.

The little fella woke his mommy up at about 3 am, as she climbed out of bed Marguerite felt as if she was going to pass out—dizzy. Whoa she stumbled slightly. Mommy is on her way, just one step at a time reaching her baby; she carefully picked him up and sat in the nearby rocking chair.

Hello there, I’m your mommy and I happen to love you very much. Rocking her baby as he fed from her breast hungry little guy aren’t you. Looking at the clock she noticed the time, where is your daddy, I hope he’s all right, rocking gently back and forth as they both fell asleep in the rocking chair.

Paul didn’t come home that night until the next morning, 7am he came stumbling in waking up his wife.

Shh Paul, I don’t want the baby to wake up fully, maybe I can get him back in his bed first.

Ah fuck the kid put him to bed and come back here to me.

Paul, why are you talking like that?

Maybe it’s time you give your husband a little lovin. What do you think? He asked as Marguerite left for a minute to put the baby down.

Hey sweet and pretty little wifie where are you? Do I have to come and get you?

Leaving the baby to sleep, she met Paul at the door here I am honey I just wanted to make sure he was sleeping first.

Putting his arms around her he pulled her into the kitchen almost falling into the chair, roughly pulling her down on his lap.

She couldn’t help but notice the sultry look in his eyes; she knew why he was so persistent.

Paul you know we can’t make love yet. I just had the baby.

I don’t give a fuck whether or not you just had a baby.

"I’m your husband and it’s been