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Chapter 93–How Does It Feel?
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2026-09-06 15:37:38
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Married to the Devil Chapter 95–Party’s Over
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Married to the Devil Chapter 94–Seventeen Years Ago
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Married to the Devil Chapter 93–How Does It Feel?
Tristan’s POV I thought after seventeen years things would have been different. Nothing about today felt right. The noise of the party and the smiles on people’s faces became unbearable.After Natasha got pulled away, I tried. I fucking tried to stay composed, but it was impossible. I felt my pulse thumping hard. Everything almost became blurry. I reached for a glass of wine and downed it. Then another. And another. Lorena should still be alive. I didn’t know when the glass I was holding shattered until someone called my attention to it. “Tristan, you’re bleeding.”I looked down at my hand for a moment longer than necessary.Patricia walked over. “Let me clean it.”“No.” I stepped back. The cracks in my composure were starting to show and in moments like this, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. “Are you alright, Tristan?” Daniel asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Please, Daniel.”He slowly dropped his hand to his side. He knew not to press further. Eric stepped closer, but Da
Married to the Devil Chapter 92–Happy Birthday
Natasha’s POVWho knew replanning a birthday your husband had recently cancelled would be hard? That wasn’t the hardest part. The hardest part was having to comfort him in his sleep just hours before his birthday. Not hard, but worrisome. Around three a.m., Tristan was fidgeting, having nightmares and just couldn’t sleep. He was muttering things like, “It was a mistake.” What was? I had no idea. All I did was hold him steady. The minute he snapped his eyes open, he withdrew. By the time the sun was high and the house had filled with the quiet chaos of last-minute preparations, we were already getting dressed.“You know you can still cancel the birthday if you want,” I said, adjusting his bow tie. “I know,” he replied, his voice low, “but Adelina is watching. She might go, ‘Tristan, why are you so stubborn?’ and I wouldn’t know how to respond.”A faint smile crossed my face. “For someone who claims not to do ties, you sure aren’t doing a good job.”“It’s from Abuela.” He grinn
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Tristan’s POV The last of the afternoon sun was already thinning out when Daniel and I stepped out of the building, heading toward the parking lot. Daniel was still on the phone with the dirty cop. Whatever they were discussing didn’t sound good, but it wasn’t my business. From afar, I caught a glimpse of Francis standing beside one of the cars.What the hell was the bastard doing here?“Carlos is dead,” Daniel announced. “Killed last night in his cell.”I faced Daniel. “Well… may his soul rot in hell.”Daniel looked at me. “There’s only one person who would’ve done it.”“Who?” I asked. “It could be anyone. He pissed off a lot of people. He had different—”“It was Gonzalo,” Daniel interrupted. “That’s what the cop said.”“I’m not surprised,” I said. “He’s tried to kill Carlos once, but failed. He probably finished his job. And honestly, Daniel, I don’t give a damn. You shouldn’t either.”Daniel rubbed the back of his neck. “I just need you to be careful. You know that man never let
Married to the Devil Chapter 90–Who Are You?
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