Married To A Monster
Zara Castellano doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t beg.
She doesn’t love.
As the only daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast, Zara was raised to command armies and slit throats in silence. At twenty-three, she’s spoiled, dangerous, and untouchable. Men want her. Enemies fear her. And everyone obeys her.
Everyone… except Lucien Blake.
A self-made billionaire with no allegiance to blood or bullets, Lucien becomes the pawn in a deadly marriage contract—one that ties him to a woman he’s never met but already loathes. Zara doesn’t want a husband. She wants a pet. A toy. A man she can dominate.
Lucien isn’t used to bowing. But this time, saying “no” means death.
Thrown into a marriage forged by blood and greed, the two clash like fire and ice. Zara pushes. Lucien resists. But behind every fight is a heat they can’t escape—and a twisted attraction that might just destroy them both.
Zara doesn’t believe in love.
She believes in control.
And now, she owns a man who refuses to break.
“You don’t have to love me, Lucien.
You just have to kneel when I say so.”
NOTE: If you’ve read my other books, you know my women bite back and my men bleed beautifully for them. Married to a Monster flips the classic dark romance—this time, the monster wears red lipstick and diamond stilettos. Expect power games, obsession, hate that turns to heat, and a heroine you’ll love to fear.
This story contains dominance, manipulation, dark secrets, and psychological warfare—but always consensual.
Trigger Warnings: Violence, dark themes, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, sexual tension, sex, obsession.
Tags: Mafia Princess, Billionaire Husband, Enemies to Lovers, Forced Marriage, Dominant Heroine, Dark Romance, Power Couple.
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTYLUCIEN’S POVDon Enzo stirred.At first it was just a twitch in his fingers, then his eyelids fluttered open. His lips moved, dry, cracked, trying to form words. Zara gasped and leaned over him, tears spilling as she clasped his hand.But I was already moving, stepping closer to the bed, listening hard.“Poison…” The word rasped out of him like gravel dragged across stone. His chest heaved. “Someone… wants me gone.”The room froze.My jaw locked, my mind already running ahead of the words.He turned his gaze to me — sharp despite the weakness — and for a moment, it felt like the Don I knew, the man who built an empire out of fire and fear, was staring straight through me.“Check…” he muttered, his voice fading. “Check who’s watching… who’s feeding lies.”Then his eyes rolled shut again, his body sinking back into the pillows.The machines beeped steady, but my blood didn’t.I didn’t waste time.“Get the attending physician,” I snapped.One of the guards bolted out the door. Moments la
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY NINEZARA’S POVThe room smelled of antiseptic and fading cigars. My father had always hated hospitals, so of course he turned one into his own personal fortress — private doctors, private equipment, guards posted at the doors as if death itself needed permission to enter.But I didn’t care about the walls or the guards. I cared about the man in the bed.Don Enzo.The lion.The monster who raised me.My father.His chest rose and fell in shallow waves, every breath a war waged against something I couldn’t see. His skin looked gray, his lips pale. The tubes, the wires, the steady beeping of the monitor — I hated all of it. Hated that this was what he had been reduced to. Hated that I couldn’t do a damn thing but sit here and watch.So I didn’t move. Not for hours.The staff whispered about me. That I hadn’t left his side. That I hadn’t eaten. That I looked like a ghost with mascara bleeding down her cheeks and hair tangled from my fingers pulling it too often. Let them whisper.I would not
Last Updated: 2025-08-29
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHTVanessa’s POVThey thought I wasn’t watching.But I always was.From the moment Zara walked back into this house, I’ve had eyes everywhere — in the hallways, in the kitchens, in the damned shadows. She thinks she’s clever, thinks her little rebellion and fiery tongue make her untouchable. But all they’ve done is mark her for destruction.And Lucien… my Lucien…He was supposed to be mine. He always was. Long before Zara dared strut around with her spoiled arrogance, I was the one who lingered at the edges of his world. I grew up in his shadow, knowing one day, when I was a woman, I would stand beside him — not as some passing mistress, but as the woman he chose.But Zara?She stole what wasn’t hers.Now I get to watch her bleed for it.I leaned against the balcony rail above the chamber, hidden in plain sight, and looked down at the storm unfolding below.Don Enzo had collapsed, gasping like a fish pulled from water, his fingers clawing at his chest as glass shattered around him. The g
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY SEVENZara’s POVI didn’t run straight to him. For hours, I sat on the edge of our bed, the flash drive burning in my palm. The evidence was heavy, not because of what it showed—I’d already watched it a dozen times—but because of what it meant.My father. My mother. The shadows in my family tree that had always felt too twisted to name.When the door finally creaked open, Lucien leaned against the frame, glass of scotch in his hand. His eyes scanned me, then the small drive clutched too tightly in my fist.“What is it, Zara?” His voice was low, careful, the way he spoke when he already knew something was wrong.I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to keep it inside, to let this be my cross and mine alone. But the weight broke me.“It’s not just the blackmail,” I whispered. My throat tightened as the words clawed their way out. “It’s… them. My family. My mother. My father.”Lucien froze, the scotch halfway to his lips. He set it down, his body tightening like a predator hearing prey rustle in the
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY SIXZara’s POVThe message came at the cruelest hour.That quiet, dangerous space between night and dawn when shadows feel heavier than walls and silence presses like a noose around your throat.I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Not in this house that smelled like him. Not in this bed that belonged to him. I tossed, turned, replayed every word Lucien had said before I disappeared again. The way his eyes had softened. The way his voice cracked, almost begging.But there was no room for softness in my world. Not when every corner of it was poisoned by betrayal.So when my phone buzzed, my heart kicked hard.An unknown number.Most people would’ve hesitated.I didn’t.Instinct told me—this wasn’t spam. This wasn’t an accident. This was for me.One file.No subject.No name.Just a video.I sat up, back against the headboard, staring at the play button like pressing it would detonate my life. My hand trembled, but I pressed anyway.The screen lit up—and I saw myself.The footage was grainy, tilted,
Last Updated: 2025-08-20
Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTY FIVEZara’s POV Vanessa was waiting in the hallway again. Same painted smile, same venom dripping from her eyes. Always in our faces, hovering like a desperate moth burning itself against a flame it could never have. I’d ignored her long enough. This time, I stopped. “What is it, Vanessa? You want to watch us breathe too? Or maybe sit between us at dinner, hold his hand while I feed him?” Her lips parted, trembling. “You think you’re better than me? You think he loves you?” I stepped closer, my heels clicking against the marble, my voice a blade wrapped in silk. “I don’t think, sweetheart. I know. And that’s why you’ll always lose. Because men don’t stay with shadows—they crave fire. And you? You’re nothing but smoke choking yourself.” Her face broke. Red eyes. Swollen lips. A pitiful whimper before she spun on her heel and bolted down the hall, tears streaking mascara across her cheeks. I didn’t move. Didn’t chase. I wanted her to run straight to her father. Let her cry about
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
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