All Chapters of Married To A Monster: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy. Power Struggles & Dark Romance – Forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, emotional warfare, and psychological games. Possessive Male Leads – Alpha billionaire energy, dominance, and territorial obsession. Mafia Themes & Violence – Blood, vengeance, and brutal consequences. Emotionally Intense Content – Rebellion, betrayal, fear, longing, and morally questionable choices. Trigger Elements – Gun violen

ZARA’S POVThis was his castle?Zara stepped into the mansion like she owned it. Head high. Chin up. Eyes scanning every glint of cold marble and polished silver.It smelled like money. Like power.Like a man who thought the world should kneel for him.Too bad she didn’t kneel.Her heels clicked against the floor like bullets as she walked, each step echoing off the hollow silence of Lucien’s home. Staff stood frozen in the corners like statues, afraid to breathe in her presence.Good.She liked that.Behind her, two of her guards hauled in her designer suitcases while a maid tried not to meet her eyes. Zara turned and narrowed her gaze at the girl.“You,” she said, her voice sharp. “Why are you standing like a thief?”The maid flinched. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am.”“‘Sorry’ doesn’t iron my clothes or unpack my heels. Try again.”The maid nodded quickly and scurried away.Zara walked farther in, pausing in the massive living room. The house was all white and black, glass and chrome. Cold. Li

Zara’s POVI sat frozen on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, the shadows of my past still clawing at me like ghosts that refused to stay buried. My father’s voice echoed in my head—“If you’re too soft, you die.” I had spent years becoming untouchable. Cold. Calculated. No one, not even the people closest to me, knew what happened the night I watched a man die at just seven years old. I’d buried that secret beneath layers of silk, sarcasm, and sharpened heels. But now… now someone had dug it up. Lucien. How the hell did he know? I hadn’t even spoken the name of that man in years. I burned the photos. I wiped the trail clean. So how? Was it that bitch he is seeing? One of my father’s old men? Did he pay someone to spy on me? My skin itched. My breath turned shallow. He was something else entirely—an enemy who didn’t fire shots but played with silence… and secrets. And if he had this? What else did he know?I used to believe I was born cold.But I wasn’t.I was made that way.I still