Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To A Monster: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

⚠️ 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

Zara’s POVThe silence of the mansion was almost cruel. Every room echoed like it wanted to mock me, like even the walls had taken Lucien’s side. I should have felt powerful in this place. Instead, I felt like a shadow walking through someone else’s life.I curled deeper into the leather couch, the sharp burn of whiskey trailing down my throat. I was barefoot, makeup smudged, still in the silk robe from earlier—half-undone, not that it mattered. I had screamed myself hoarse in my room and when that didn’t feel like enough, I called Jace.He always picked up on the first ring.“What did that bastard do now?” his voice, smooth and low, washed over me like comfort I shouldn’t be clinging to.“I hate him,” I whispered. “I hate everything here. He doesn’t see me. Doesn’t care.”“You want me to come get you?” he asked gently. “You sound… broken.”I swallowed. I wasn’t supposed to be broken. Don Enzo’s daughter didn’t break. But maybe I already had.“No. Just talk to me,” I murmured, curling

Lucien’s POVThe sun was low, casting long shadows over the city skyline, and the taste of fury burned at the back of my throat like acid. I should’ve ignored it. I should’ve stayed in control. But control had limits—and Jace had crossed the f*cking line.I parked across the street from his apartment and sat for a moment, staring at the building like it personally offended me. I wasn’t here because I was jealous. No. I was here because something inside me had snapped. Something sharp. Dangerous.Zara was mine. Even if I didn’t love her. Even if I didn’t understand her. She was still mine. And some pathetic piece of sh*t like Jace didn’t get to touch her. Not without consequences.I got out, slammed the door harder than I needed to, and took the stairs two at a time. His name was on the buzzer, but I didn’t press it. I wasn’t here for polite visits.The hallway smelled like stale weed and cheap perfume. His door was slightly ajar, and music thumped low from inside—bass-heavy, moody.I