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CHAPTER FORTY THREE
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Married To A Monster CHAPTER FORTY THREE
Zara’s POVThe moment he said I need you, something in me snapped.Not like glass breaking. Not clean. More like a dam exploding, water and rage and hunger crashing down until I couldn’t breathe under the weight of it.Lucien’s mouth claimed mine again, raw and merciless, like he wanted to strip me down to my bones. His hands pinned my wrists to the bed, his body grinding me into the mattress, the hard press of his arousal leaving no room for doubt.This wasn’t love.It wasn’t mercy.It was war, and I wanted to bleed in it.I bit his lip hard enough to taste iron, and he growled against my mouth, dragging his teeth down my jaw until it hurt. “You think you can break me, Zara?” His voice was a rasp, his breath hot. “You already have.”His hand left my wrist long enough to rip my skirt up over my hips, the sound of tearing fabric sharp in the silence. Cold air hit my thighs just before his palm did—rough, unyielding, dragging down the curve of my leg like he was marking territory.“Luci
Married To A Monster CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Lucien’s POVThe house was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that gave peace, but the kind that pressed against the walls, thick with what everyone was refusing to say. After the reveal of Zara’s half-brother, silence had become the new air. Every face I passed in the corridors wore the same expression: eyes lowered, mouths tight, shoulders heavy with the weight of truths that didn’t belong to them.But the truth didn’t care who it belonged to—it had already sunk its claws into all of us.I sat in my study long after the others had gone to their rooms. The whiskey on the desk burned in my throat but did nothing for the ache in my chest. Every sip just reminded me how far from control I had fallen.Was this what Enzo wanted when he shackled me to his daughter?A transaction. A chain. A move on his board.My jaw flexed, teeth grinding against the thought. I had agreed to marry her out of duty, power, leverage. All the words men like me used to make their prison sound like choice. But now
Married To A Monster CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Don Enzo’s POVThey all thought he was getting weaker. That age and the poison that nearly drained the life out of him had softened his edges. Fools. Enzo De Luca had built an empire out of blood and loyalty—he didn’t forget, he didn’t forgive.And now, as he sat in the dim study of his estate, nursing a glass of whiskey that burned down his throat, his fury smoldered hotter than ever. His chest still ached with the memory of betrayal, the venom Vanessa had dared to lace into his veins. But it wasn’t only her fault—no. Enzo’s eyes narrowed, the firelight sharpening the shadows across his face. Lucien.If that arrogant bastard had never brought that woman into their world, if he hadn’t flaunted her, defended her, made space for her beside his daughter… then Vanessa would never have had the chance to strike. Enzo felt the bile of rage rise up again. Lucien had broken an unspoken rule: he’d let outsiders too close, he’d weakened the circle, and Enzo had almost paid with his life.Yes, Va
Married To A Monster CHAPTER FORTY
Vanessa’s POVI had packed lightly—documents, cash, a burner phone. The kind of escape bag you keep not because you expect to run, but because deep down, you know you’ve made too many enemies not to.The walls of this mansion, once my stage, now felt like a cage. Every portrait on the wall stared back at me like an accusation. Father always said my love for Lucien would be the death of me. He was wrong. It wasn’t love—it was my stubbornness, my need to win, to prove that Zara could never measure up to me.And now? Now the walls were closing in.I told myself I could still salvage it. Daddy would find a way, or Lucien would come to his senses. But when the guards shifted outside my door—when the silence of the house pressed so heavy it felt like judgment—I knew.They were coming for me.Still, I refused to tremble. I was Vanessa. The woman Lucien had once chosen, the woman every man wanted and every woman envied. I wouldn’t bow. Not to them. Not to her.I slung the bag over my shoulder
Married To A Monster CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Lucian’s POVFather.The word had sat heavy on my chest for weeks, dragging me into a place I didn’t recognize. I’d paced nights thinking about small hands, the sound of laughter in the halls I’d turned into mausoleums. I’d told myself that whatever else Vanessa was, at least she had given me that—blood carried forward, proof that my line wouldn’t end with me.And now?Now the files in my hands told me I’d been played like a violin. Sonograms forged months before her touch. Metadata screaming lies. A baby that never existed, except in her hunger to chain me to her.I wanted to rip the skin from my own bones.“Boss,” one of the men croaked from the chair, his voice muffled around swollen lips. “You should know—”I turned slowly, fire crawling through my veins. “What else?”The enforcer licked blood off his mouth, eyes darting between me and the shadow where Zara stood like judgment itself. “It wasn’t just the girl she wanted gone. It was her father. Don Enzo. She paid us to get him sic
Married To A Monster CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Zara’s POVThe clinic was too clean. The kind of sterile that tried to erase the scent of fear but never could.Dr. Morgan was already waiting in the admitting office, shoulders stiff, hands folded over a manila envelope that looked heavier than it should. His eyes flicked to the door the moment I entered, then to the corners of the room as if he expected someone to lunge from the shadows.“Routine verification,” I murmured to the receptionist. She barely looked at me before nodding me through.Morgan stood when I approached, voice cracking under its own weight. “Ms. Zara… I—”“Don’t waste time.” I slid into the chair across from him. My wrist still ached under the blouse, but I didn’t flinch. “You have it?”His Adam’s apple bobbed. Then he pushed the envelope across the desk like it was a confession.Inside: test results, chain-of-custody statements, hospital logs — all stamped, signed, irrefutable. All screaming one thing. Vanessa had lied. She wasn’t carrying anything but rot.Morg
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