Semua Bab Married to a monster : Bab 31 - Bab 39

The enemy inside Later that night, Carlo stood alone in the surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with monitors and flickering screens. Every angle of the compound was visible—every entrance, hallway, blind spot, and roof corner. The room was cold from the hum of the machines, but a thin layer of sweat clung to his neck.He watched in silence, his eyes bloodshot and wide open, refusing to blink for too long. He had zoomed in on the northeast perimeter three times in the last hour. No movement. No shadows. There was no sign of Marcus. But still… his gut twisted.It wasn’t enough. No matter how many cameras he installed, no matter how much steel or tech surrounded them, it wasn’t enough. He still felt it, that creeping sensation under his skin like a blade grazing too close. He felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like Marcus could crawl through the shadows, slip past every safeguard, and slit their throats before the cameras even blinked. The silence in the room didn’t help. It screamed

Now Say Your Last PrayersThey got to an old building, the air smelled of dust and damp wood. It was the kind of place where bad things happened. Carlo and his men stepped out of the car slowly. No one said a word. They all had their guns out, ready for anything. Their steps were quiet but sharp as they moved inside. They didn’t know what to expect. But they were ready. Ready to fight. Ready to kill. Ready to die if they had to.The floors creaked under their feet. The light was dim. Shadows danced along the hallway walls. They moved in a tight group, checking every corner. Every step was filled with tension. They opened doors, looked behind crates, and kept their fingers close to their triggers.Then they reached one room. The door was old and half open. They moved carefully. Carlo pushed it open with the tip of his gun. And there—there she was.Kristen.Tied to a chair in the middle of the room.Her mouth was gagged. Her hands and legs were tied tightly. Her eyes were wide with fea

The Rift The door closed with a soft click behind them. The house felt heavy with silence. Kristen was still shaken by all that had just happened tonight. She could still feel the tension on her skin like sharp little pins pressing everywhere. Everything felt tight and cold. Bernice had been patched up. Her leg was wrapped in thick bandages, and she winced every time she moved. Kristen stood by the stairs, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes fixed on Bernice. Bernice slowly lowered herself onto the couch, as if she belonged there. Carlo was standing just behind Kristen. “She’ll stay here,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “At least until she’s better.” Kristen didn’t answer. Not right away. Her jaw was tight, and her eyes slowly moved from Bernice to Carlo. She turned to fully face him. “Excuse me?” Her voice was cold. “I thought we agreed for her to leave the house?” Carlo let out a breath like he already knew this conversation would go badly. “She’s wounded,

Messing With Another ManKristen jolted awake with a loud gasp, her body drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved as she reached for her neck with trembling hands, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through her ribs. Her throat was fine. No bruises. No Carlo. No Bernice lurking in the shadows.Just a dream.A nightmare.She sat up slowly, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. Morning sunlight poured through the blinds, casting golden lines across the bed. The sheets were tangled tightly around her legs, as if she’d spent the whole night wrestling invisible demons.In a way, she had.A soft knock broke through the silence.“Madam?” came the maid’s voice from behind the door. “Good morning. I came to let you know breakfast is ready.”Kristen swallowed and tried to steady her voice. “Is… is Carlo home?”“He already left earlier this morning,” the maid answered gently.Kristen paused, her chest tightening. She should’ve expected that. “Is Bernice downstairs?”“Yes, m

You drive me crazyThe room went silent.It was so silent that Kristen could hear her own heartbeat thudding in her ears. Her chest was still rising and falling from the tears, but her eyes locked on his, searching, digging, trying to find a lie. If there was a hint of hesitation.But there was none.“I’m in love with you,” Carlo repeated again, his voice even softer now. Kristen stood frozen.That one sentence—those five words—felt like a wrecking ball to her chest.He’d never said that before. Not once.And Now… they were out. Hanging in the space between them like a fragile truth.And it broke something inside her, She took one step closer. Then another. “I hate this.”Carlo blinked, caught off guard. “Hate what?”“I hate that we’re always fighting,” she whispered. “I hate that I can’t trust what’s happening around me. I hate that the second Bernice showed up… everything changed.”She looked away for a second, breathing deeply.“I feel like I’ve been holding my breath since the m