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THE MONSTER I MARRIED

Author: Anthonia
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-11 22:36:05

Some monsters are born.

Others are made.

And then there are those you marry, without knowing they’ve already buried your name in their past.

The call came at 4:12 a.m.

Jacob had just started to drift, still tangled in Leo’s sheets, his skin warm from a shower that hadn't washed anything clean.

The burner phone buzzed once.

Then again.

No caller ID.

No name.

Jacob sat up, staring at the screen like it might bite.

He answered on the fourth ring.

And the voice on the other end cracked something inside him.

“Matteo's dead, Jacob.

The funeral’s today.

You weren’t supposed to know.

But I couldn’t let you find out from them.”

Then the call cut.

Three hours later, Jacob stood in the garden graveyard.

Dirt under his shoes. Wind knifing through his coat.

The funeral was silent, no prayers, no words. Just Leo and a few stone-faced men from the inner circle.

The coffin was black, sealed with wax and Moretti crimson thread. Jacob hadn’t been invited. No one had said a word to him.
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  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   THE BLOOD THAT BINDS AND BURNS

    The venom raced through Leo’s veins like liquid wildfire.He staggered back from the mirror, fists clenched, pupils dilated. His reflection fractured, not just glass, but identity. One second, he saw himself and the next second, he saw his father’s dead eyes.Then nothing but red.A scream… no, a roar… tore from his throat.The door burst open. Five men, faces wrapped in gauze and black cloth, moved like shadows, silent, synchronized assassins.The first lunged. Leo didn’t think, he moved. He ducked low and slammed his fist into the attacker’s knee. A crack. A howl. He ripped the man’s knife from his belt and drove it into his throat.He didn’t even blink.The second came from behind. Leo twisted, inhumanly fast, and caught the man mid-air, slamming him against the concrete wall with a bone-splitting crunch. Blood painted the light switch.The venom. It wasn’t killing him. It was unlocking something.The third and fourth attackers hesitated. One drew a gun.Bad move.Leo grabbed a ste

  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   THE SECOND ROUND

    The lights didn’t flicker back on.They burned.A blinding white flooded the chamber like a surgical theater, sharp, sterile, unforgiving. It washed over the blood, the broken goblet shards, the shattered illusions.Leo squinted, blinking against the sudden glare.Jacob was gone, so was the body of the false Emilio.Only Adira remained.And her gun was still smoking.“Where is he?” Leo asked, voice rough.Adira didn’t answer.Instead, a screen descended from the ceiling. Old-school, like something from a forgotten war bunker. It hummed to life with static, then a face appeared.A woman.Mid-thirties, maybe.Unmarked by time but soaked in vengeance.Jet-black hair. Crimson lipstick. Eyes like razors.She smiled.“Hello, children of the Valez.”Leo stiffened. Alina took a step back.“Who the hell are you?” Alina hissed.The woman leaned forward on the screen, calm as a god in the making.“I am the reason Emilio Valez lived past forty. I’m the reason your father’s heart stopped... and re

  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   THE BLOOD TEST

    The darkness wasn’t silent.It breathed.The kind of breath that echoes off concrete and memory. That slithers down your spine like a serpent waking in its nest.Leo reached for Alina, but her hand was already gone.“Alina?” he called.Silence.No reply.Just the cold mechanical sound of the intercom cracking back to life.“One of you is a Valez. The other... an imposter.”The voice wasn’t just familiar, it was ancestral. Smooth, regal and absolutely lethal.Leo’s mind raced.If that was Emilio Valez, truly him, then everything he thought he knew was a lie. His rise to power. The succession and the blood oath.Even Jacob’s death… could’ve been staged.“Alina!” he barked again, this time louder.Still nothing.Then, a thin beam of light blinked on, illuminating the center of the room. There, resting on a pedestal, was a syringe. Next to it, two antique goblets. One red and one black.Another voice echoed through the chamber. This one was feminine and younger.“Drink from the right cup,

  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   THE DEAD DON'S SECRET

    Athens was quieter than Leo remembered. But maybe that was because he wasn’t the same man who once walked these streets looking for art and peace. Now? He was hunting blood, and behind him, like the shadow of every sin he ever committed, Alina walked with a single pistol strapped to her thigh and a flash drive clenched in her fist.They broke into the safe house just after 3AM.No alarms.No guards.Too easy.Leo’s instincts didn’t trust it.“You said this is where the footage came from,” he muttered, scanning the dusty room.Alina nodded. “The location metadata checks out, so whoever filmed Jacob was here.”The walls were lined with old security monitors, most of them dead. But one flickered weakly, like it was gasping for relevance. Alina moved to it, plugging the drive in and letting the footage load.Leo paced behind her, muscles coiled.The screen lit up and there he was.Jacob…. strapped to a chair, face bloodied, but still... alive.Leo stepped forward. “Pause it.”Alina obeyed

  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   THE MAN WHO NEVER FORGET HER

    The city was bleeding rain, drowning in the kind of storm that didn’t ask for permission; it just came, wild and unapologetic. And somewhere in the center of it all, standing at the edge of a hotel rooftop, Leo Valez lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.He hadn’t smoked in years.Not since her.Not since Alina.But tonight, everything came crashing back, her scent, the weight of her voice, the echo of footsteps that never belonged to a ghost but to the woman he’d buried... and married.He inhaled deeply, smoke curling into his lungs like punishment. Below him, headlights swerved through the streets, chaos and routine dancing like lovers who didn’t know how to quit each other.“You still smoke those shitty foreign brands?”The voice behind him didn’t flinch. Didn’t stutter.Leo didn’t turn. He knew it. Felt it.“Only when I want to remember how it felt to burn,” he muttered.Alina stepped beside him, her black coat soaked through, clinging to her like she was born from the storm. But

  • MY KILLER'S HUSBAND   HER THRONE WAS BUILT FROM BONES

    There’s a difference between inheriting a throne…And clawing your way up to it with bloodied hands and a broken past.Alina did the latter.And now, she’d make them all pay for pretending she didn’t belong.…The room didn’t breathe.Not when Alina spoke.Not when she dared to slide that ring on her finger like she had always known it would fit.Jacob stood stiff, fists clenched.Leo? Still seated. Still silent. But Alina saw his temple pulse.The council murmured. “Forgery,” someone said. “Impossible,” another whispered.Mateo stepped forward and slammed the blood oath on the marble table.“My signature,” he said. “My seal. My witness.”Then Gabriel chuckled, slow and wicked. “God, I love chaos. I really do.”Alina turned to him. “You helped them erase Helena.”Gabriel raised a brow. “She tried to burn the house down.”“And I,” Alina said, voice sharp enough to draw blood, “will succeed where she failed.”…Later that night, Leo cornered her in the old chapel, dark, silent, and sanc

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