All Chapters of Unholy Matrimony: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

139 Chapters

Chapter 71 – The Key

EveThe closet smells of cedar and Italian leather. It’s a cavernous space, larger than the bedroom I had in my father’s house, filled with rows of designer clothes that Dominik bought to dress up his doll.I’m kneeling on the plush carpet in the back corner, where the boots are kept. I reach into the shaft of a black suede thigh-high boot, Stuart Weitzman, never worn, and pull out the phone.It’s small and cheap. A disposable burner with a plastic casing. It weighs nothing in my hand, but it feels heavy. Radioactive.It’s potentially the key to my cage. All I have to do is turn it on. Type a time and a location. Press send.If I do that, Dominik dies.It wouldn't be instant. The woman in the bathroom promised freedom, but she didn't promise it would be clean. They would ambush him. They would gun him down like a dog in the street, or maybe they’d drag him off to a basement like the one at The Obsidian and do to him what he did to Carlo.Some time after that they’ll make me vanish.I

Last Updated : 2026-01-11

Chapter 72 – Failure to Launch

EveThe stirrups are cold.That’s the only thought my mind can latch onto. Not the humiliation of being spread wide in a room that smells of antiseptic and latex. Not the fact that my husband is standing three feet away, arms crossed over his chest, watching the gynecologist like he’s auditing a tax return.Just the cold, biting metal against my heels."Relax, Mrs. Grimaldi," Dr. Russo says, his voice muffled by a surgical mask. He’s sweating. I can see the beads forming on his forehead. He’s terrified.It’s hard to relax when the Don of New York is staring at your cervix with the same intensity he uses to inspect a shipment of illegal arms."Is there a problem?" Dominik barks.Dr. Russo flinches. The speculum shifts inside me, pinching. I wince, digging my nails into the paper covering the exam table."No, sir. Everything appears pristine," the doctor stammers. "Structurally, she’s perfect. The lining is healthy. There’s no scarring, no obstruction.""Then why isn't she pregnant?"Do

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

Chapter 73 – Thursday

EveTime has a sound.It’s not the ticking of a clock, because the sleek, modern timepiece on the wall of my glass office moves silently. It’s the thudding of my own heart against my ribs. Heavy, rhythmic, relentless.It’s Thursday, 12:45 PM.The deadline the woman in the gallery bathroom gave me expires in fifteen minutes.I’m sitting in my ergonomic leather chair, staring at the computer screen. The spreadsheet in front of me is a blur of meaningless numbers. My focus is entirely on the small clutch bag sitting on the corner of my desk.Inside, beneath a tube of lipstick and a pack of mints, is the burner phone.The number I have to contact is stored in the phone. All I need to do is text them a time and location.I know both. It would be a matter of seconds to type it into the cheap little phone and press send. I glance through the glass wall. Dominik is standing by his desk, buttoning his suit jacket. He’s wearing navy blue today, which makes his eyes glow brighter. He looks shar

Last Updated : 2026-01-13

Chapter 74 – The Phantom Threat

DominikI’m watching her through the glass.Eve is sitting at her desk, her head bent over a tablet, her dark hair falling forward to curtain her face. She’s typing furiously. Every line of her is efficient, sharp and beautiful.As far as she’s aware, she’s just working. She thinks she’s just analyzing logistics for the shipment coming into New Jersey next week. She has no idea that to me, she’s the only thing in the room that’s in focus. The rest of the world, the skyline, the millions of dollars moving through the fiber optic cables, the empire I built with blood and steel, is just background noise.It’s been a bit over a week since the Shipping Yards. Since she drove my Audi into a war zone and saved my life.I still wake up in the middle of the night, reaching for her, needing to feel the heat of her skin to confirm she didn't burn in that explosion.But she’s been smug since Thursday. She walks with a different cadence. A swing in her hips that says I know something you don't. I

Last Updated : 2026-01-14

Chapter 75 – Cold War

EveIt’s been three days since the dead canary appeared on my desk. Three days since Dominik dragged me home and engaged the lockdown protocols. Steel shutters cover the ground-floor windows. The perimeter of the estate is crawling with guards. I can see them from the upstairs balcony, dark shapes moving through the manicured gardens, rifles slung over their chests.Inside, the air is thick enough to choke on.We are at war.It’s a silent war. A cold war. We sleep in the same massive bed, but we stay on our respective sides, a demilitarized zone of Egyptian cotton between us. We eat breakfast at the long dining table, the silence broken only by the scrape of silverware on china.He hasn't touched me.He took me at my word. The only way you’re getting inside me is if you force your way in.Dominik Grimaldi doesn't force. He conquers. He waits for surrender. And since I refuse to surrender, we’re trapped in this unbearable stalemate. It’s not like it was before. He’s not trying to sedu

Last Updated : 2026-01-15

Chapter 76 – The Leak

EveThe morning sun cuts through the slats of the library blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. My laptop is open on the heavy oak desk, the screen glowing with the familiar, comforting grid of data.Dominik gave me my access back. He handed me the digital keys to the kingdom at 2:00 AM, right after he fucked me into oblivion on this very desk.But looking at the security logs now, I realize something unsettling.He didn't give me access because he needed my help finding the leak. He gave me access because he wanted me to see that he’s already handled it.I scroll through the reports filed by his security team at 4:00 AM this morning.While I was sleeping, Dominik was working.He found the entry point. The maintenance logs show a three-minute override in the service elevator at the Tower. The user ID belonged to a window washer from ClearView Services.Dominik didn't stop there. The report details the interrogation of the window washer. It’s clinical, redacted, and t

Last Updated : 2026-01-16

Chapter 77 – Symbiosis

EveThe War Room isn't a smoky backroom filled with men playing poker. It looks like the flight deck of a spaceship crashed into an industrial loft.Located in a nondescript warehouse in the Meatpacking District, the space is dominated by a massive, U-shaped bank of monitors suspended from the ceiling. Beneath them sits a sleek, tempered-glass command table that glows with a faint blue light. The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso.I stand next to Dominik, my arms crossed over my cashmere sweater, watching the digital map of New York City on the main screen, where red dots are blinking."Team Alpha is in position at the docks," Enzo’s voice crackles over the comms system. "Team Bravo has secured the warehouse in Queens."Dominik leans forward, placing his hands on the glowing table. He looks like a general. He looks like a god of war deciding which civilization to erase."Wait for my signal,

Last Updated : 2026-01-17

Chapter 78 – The False Positive

EveThe smell of truffles makes bile creep up the back of my throat. I’m sitting at the long mahogany dining table, staring at the plate of scrambled eggs Luciana just placed in front of me. Usually, I love truffles. Dominik imports them from Italy, without any care for the cost. Only the very best will do after all. Today, it smells like rotting earth rather than rich and decadent.My stomach rolls. A wave of saliva floods my mouth, the precursor to disaster.I shove the plate away violently, the china screeching against the wood. I press my napkin to my lips, squeezing my eyes shut, breathing through my nose."Eve?"Dominik’s voice is sharp. I hear his chair scrape back. In a second, he’s beside me. His hand lands on my shoulder, heavy and warm."What is it?" he demands. "Are you in pain?""No," I whisper, swallowing hard against the nausea. "Just... the smell. It’s turning my stomach."The silence that follows is deafening.I open my eyes to find Dominik crouching beside my chair

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

Chapter 79 – A Flicker of Warmth

EveThe gold dress lies in a heap on the bathroom floor.It looks like shed skin. A glittering, metallic casing that I have molted to reveal the soft, bleeding, pathetic creature underneath.I stand under the spray of the shower, the water hot enough to turn my skin pink. I watch the water swirl around the drain, tinged pink with the evidence of my failure.My stomach twists. A sharp, serrated cramp rips through my lower abdomen, making me double over. I press my forehead against the cool tile, gasping.It hasn’t been this bad in a long while.Dominik didn't speak a word to me after we left the gala. He didn't come upstairs when we got home. He went straight to his study, closing the door with a soft, final click that sounded louder than a slam.I knew he’d be disappointed, but this goes beyond that. He thinks I’m broken. I didn’t want him to treat me differently because I’m pregnant, now he’s doing it anyway because I’m not.I turn off the water and dry myself with a heavy towel, my

Last Updated : 2026-01-19

Chapter 80 – The Wall

DominikThe heavy bag swings violently on its chain, shuddering under the impact of my fist.The first jab is for the negative test.The second is for the look in Eve’s eyes on the way home.The third is for the moment of weakness three nights ago when the sight of her, confused and in pain, turned me from a Don into a terrified civilian.I attack the bag with everything I have, but even this ferocity refuses to wipe that night from my memory. The plunge from euphoria to dismay, which then took an unexpected detour to comfort and affection.I stop, chest heaving, sweat dripping from my nose onto the rubber mats of the home gym. My knuckles are raw inside the wraps, stinging with a welcome, sharp pain.Physical pain is easy. You bleed, you heal, you move on.The knot in my chest is not as simple.It’s been three days since the gala. Since the phantom pregnancy dissolved into disappointment.I’m still upset. I want an heir. I want a legacy cemented in blood and bone.But under the disa

Last Updated : 2026-01-20

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