All Chapters of Married to a monster : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Shadows of BetrayalThe safehouse was so quiet it made the air feel heavier. The kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful but dangerous. Kristen sat on the edge of the bed, her body tense, her legs slightly shaking from the weight of everything going on. The burner phone Carlo had given her lay in her hand, cold and unfamiliar. She didn’t know why, but she kept running her fingers slowly along its edges, as if the motion could somehow calm her down. It didn’t help. Her thoughts were racing, faster than her heartbeat, and all she could think about was what might go wrong. What if Marcus found her? What if this safehouse wasn’t safe at all?Suddenly, the phone vibrated in her hand, buzzing against her palm with a sharp jolt that made her flinch. Her heart jumped. She stared at the screen for a second too long before answering.“Hello?” Her voice came out quieter than she wanted, but steady.There was a pause on the line. Then a voice. Calm. Low. Unfamiliar, but something about it sent

Healing in the Highlands Two days passed.Tips kept coming in. Photos. Notes. Phone calls. Always the same voice: calm, distant, never revealing who they were. But everything they sent checked out. Marcus was moving, but not fast enough.Carlo barely slept. He lived in the war room, surrounded by maps and men ready to die for him.Finally, one night, a call came.The caller spoke quietly. “He’s in a warehouse near the train yard. He’ll be there for another hour at most. After that, he’s gone again.”Carlo didn’t even reply. He ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and turned to his men.“Let’s go.”Kristen watched him from the top of the stairs. “Be careful,” she whispered.He nodded once. “I always am.”The warehouse was dark, cold, filled with shadows. Carlo’s men moved like ghosts, surrounding the building, cutting off every exit.Carlo moved in first.He stepped inside, eyes scanning the darkness. He saw the faint glow of a cigarette, and then Marcus stepped out of the shadows, han

WHEN OLD FLAMES RETURNThe door swung open, and Carlo froze.There she was.Bernice.Time hadn’t changed her as much as he thought it would. The same sharp jawline, the same confident walk. Her hair was tied back tightly, platinum-blonde. She wore a back coat over a tight black tank, and her eyes were still cold and calculating.“Well,” she said with a smirk, “you still look like trouble.”Carlo blinked. “Bernice?”She stepped forward. “Surprised?”He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He hadn’t seen her in years. Not since the night everything fell apart. Not since he found out—too late—that the guy he put a bullet through during that warehouse raid was her little brother.Kristen stood beside him, confused and curious. “You know her?”Bernice turned her head and gave Kristen a once-over. Her smile faded slightly. “You must be the girl Marcus is after.”“I’m Sophie,” she said, trying to be polite.Bernice nodded slowly but didn’t offer a hand. “Right.”The air was already thick

Guns and triggers Kristen stirred under the soft sheets, blinking at the morning light sneaking through the curtains. A delicious smell drifted into her nose—eggs, toast, maybe bacon? The door creaked open gently. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," Carlo said, walking in with a tray. "I figured I'd bribe you with breakfast before I say sorry for last night." Kristen sat up slowly, eyes narrowing just a little. "So you admit you were a jerk?" He smirked. "Absolutely. The worst kind. So bad I made pancakes too. Extra syrup." "You trying to make me forgive you with food?" "I’m trying to make you smile first." She tried to hold it in, but her lips curled. "Fine. You get half a point." "Only half?" "Talk less. Feed me." Carlo placed the tray gently on her lap and kissed her forehead. "You know you scare me sometimes." "Good. Means you're learning." He laughed, sitting beside her as she took her first bite. "So," he said casually, "I’ve got training in a bit. You w

There is no one to trust “What?”Carlo’s voice exploded through the room, shaking the air like a grenade blast. “How the hell did he escape when that place is crawling with armed guards?”Dominic stood stiff at the edge of the room, shoulders hunched, eyes glued to the polished floor as if it might offer him shelter. He didn’t look up. He didn’t dare. “Seems like… he had some help,” he said softly. His voice barely carried, like it was scared of being heard.Carlo’s arm shot out, his fist crashing into the chair beside him with explosive violence. The wooden frame gave way instantly, breaking into jagged shards as it slammed into the wall. Pieces rained to the ground like fallen teeth. His chest rose and fell in ragged, furious waves as he grabbed both hands through his hair and yanked. His face usually calm, cold, and calculated was now a map of fury.“This means we’ve got another fucking snitch in this group!” he snarled. “Another goddamn traitor hiding under our roof. Because how