Married to a monster のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Cracks in the Ice Kristen’s POV The rain hadn’t stopped. It had been falling for hours, maybe days, it felt like forever. It slammed against the windows like fists, angry and cold, like it wanted to rip the whole house apart. Kristen lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, but not peaceful. It felt like a tomb. Like the air was too heavy to breathe. She was tired. Not tired like sleepy. Tired like empty. Tired like something inside her had snapped and no one noticed. Her throat ached from swallowing everything down. From keeping quiet. From acting fine. She didn’t cry. Not anymore. The tears had dried up days ago, maybe weeks. She wasn’t even sure. Time had started to blur. Her arms felt like stone. Her chest felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out her insides and left nothing but echoes. All the grief that had nowhere to go had sunk into her bones, curling up inside her like something dead but still breathing. She sat up slowly, her body stiff and

MISTAKECarlo storms out after nearly giving in to his desire for Kristen. He was shaken by how much he wanted her, not just her body, but the way she made him feel seen, human. He hates it. It makes him feel weak, and worse, it makes him feel like he's betraying his sister.He tries to numb the guilt with whiskey, but nothing helps. He sees his reflection, shirt messy, lips swollen from Kristen’s kiss and he knows he lost control. It wasn’t just lust. It felt real. And that terrified him.Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world.Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.He knows he should’ve taken her and reminded her what this marriage was, a punishment. But he didn’

Welcome to My World Kristen's POV Kristen was still angry. Days had passed since their fight, and she hadn’t seen Carlo. Not really. She caught glimpses of him sometimes, walking past her in the halls, speaking to his men, checking on things, acting like nothing was wrong. But not once had he looked at her. Not once had he tried to speak to her. He was around. Always around. But cold. Distant. Like a wall, she couldn’t get through anymore. She kept her distance too. She made sure of it. It was easier that way. Easier to pretend like she didn’t care. Easier to hide behind silence than let him see how much he’d hurt her. Because he had. He’d hurt her more than she wanted to admit. So when he knocked on her bedroom door that evening, she didn’t expect anything. Not an apology. Not a conversation. And definitely not what he said next. “Get dressed.” That’s all. Just those two words. She opened the door slowly. Carlo stood there in the hallway. His dark suit was sharp and clean, t

Turning Point The drive back from the casino was heavy with silence. Carlo sat on one side of the backseat, his jaw tight, his hands folded in his lap, knuckles still red and bruised from the punch he had thrown earlier. Kristen sat on the other side, turned slightly away from him, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the city lights outside the tinted window. Her face was calm, but her body was stiff every muscle screaming tension. The silence between them wasn’t just quiet, it was cold. “Sophie,” Carlo said finally. His voice was low. Almost uncertain. She didn’t turn her head. “Don’t.” “I just need to—” “Don’t,” she repeated, sharper this time. “I need to say something,” he insisted. She exhaled, long and slow, like holding it back had been painful. Then she finally turned to look at him. Her eyes were unreadable, but not kind. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice rough. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I—” “You don’t say.” “I was only trying to protect you.” She scoffed, shaking her hea

Voices From the PastCarlo stared at the phone in his hand like it had just delivered a death sentence. His breath came fast, shallow. The hallway felt too tight, too silent, like the walls were closing in on him.Then, the voice came through again.“Good thing you remembered my voice.”The words slithered through the speaker like poison. Calm. Smug. Familiar in the worst way.Carlo’s jaw locked so tight it ached. His fingers twitched. He stepped further into another room, away from where Kristen was, gripping the phone like he could crush it in his palm.“How the hell did you get out of prison?” Carlo hissed, rubbing his temple with the heel of his hand like he could massage away the panic creeping into his chest.A low chuckle echoed through the phone. Cold. Mocking.“I told you, didn’t I? You can’t get rid of me that easy. And prison?” There was a pause, like Marcus was letting it all sink in. “Too small to hold me back.”Carlo shut his eyes, his throat tightening around a hundred