All Chapters of Marriage To The Wrong Monster : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Drinks! Laughter! Sexy man!CELESTE’S POVThe moment we stepped into the party, the room lit up with smiles and glittering dresses. People swarmed Bethany like ants to sugar… air kisses, compliments, the occasional “You look stunning”Within seconds, she was gone, swallowed by her people.I stayed back, hovering near the edge of the crowd, nursing a drink I didn’t really want and pretending like I wasn’t already regretting this.The music pulsed through the floor, and the lights made everything look a little too dreamy, like a place where consequences didn’t exist.But I knew better.Places like this, velvet and champagne, and last names that opened doors—came with rules.Unspoken ones…The kind that didn’t forgive outbursts or girls like me.So when a guy in a pale blue shirt started walking toward me with a drink in hand and that arrogant smirk plastered on his face.I knew something was off.He didn’t even introduce himself… just walked right up and placed a hand on my shoulder lik

CELESTE’S POVTHREE WEEKS LATERI sat on the toilet lid as my hands trembled, and tears streamed silently down my cheeks as I clutched my stomach.It had been three weeks since my sister’s wedding.Three weeks since I’d made the most horrific mistake of my life.Three weeks since I’d found out that the man I’d slept with in a dark garden under the stars… was Nathaniel Steele… my sister’s husband.Three weeks since he spat those gut-wrenching words at me.And three weeks of emotional torment.The secret was eating me alive. I hadn’t told Sophia. I couldn’t. Because deep down, in the most twisted corner of my mind, I knew Nathaniel was right.She’d never believe me.What would I even say?“Hey, Sophia. I slept with your husband the night before your wedding! Surprise!”I cringed at the thought, burying my face in my hands and letting out a strangled groan. When I looked back up, the reality hit me all over again.Five pregnancy test strips lay across my lap.All of them flashing the sam

CHAPTER 6 Celeste POV The word sold tasted like copper and bad decisions. I shifted against the mattress, which felt like someone had stuffed a sack with gravel and called it furniture. The cement walls radiated cold like they had a personal vendetta against warmth. I was freezing, but I was too scared to care. “My father?” I repeated, letting out a sharp, bitter laugh. “you’ve got the wrong girl, cause my father died 15 years ago.” I swallowed hard despite myself. “Please… let me go you psyco. I didn’t do anything.” Alessandro didn’t respond. Just closed the distance between us… slowly, deliberately. The dim light overhead barely illuminated his face, but I could see enough. Enough to know I should probably shut my mouth. Tall. Expensive suit. Cold eyes that never left mine, searching my face like he could read my thoughts without effort. “Smart mouth, huh?” he muttered, almost to himself. “We’ll have to work on that if this is going to work.” A frown crea

CELESTE P.O.V. “Who the fuck is she, Al?” The room went dead silent. The blonde woman stared at Alessandro like she was debating whether she could kill him with the heel of her shoe and get away with it. Then she asked again, slower this time. “Who. Is. She?” Alessandro finally moved his gaze from her to me briefly before looking back at her. “Remember your place, Gwen.” Gwen blinked. Once. Like she genuinely couldn’t believe those words had just come out of his mouth. “Her name is Celeste,” Alessandro said evenly. “And she’s my bride.” Well, there it was. The collective tension in the room could probably be bottled and sold as a weapon. Gwen laughed. A short, sharp laugh that sounded dangerously close to a breakdown. “What do you mean she’s your bride?” Honestly? I had the same question. “I am your bride.” The older man beside her stepped forward. “This was not the arrangement.” His voice carried enough authority to silence the room again.

CELESTE'S P.O.V.The air left my lungs instantly. For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't think. Couldn't even blink. Alessandro's blue eyes locked onto mine from across the room. Gwen noticed his attention shift and turned her head slightly. Her eyes found mine. A slow smile spread across her face. Not a happy smile. A victorious one. The kind of smile someone wears after winning a war.The room suddenly felt too small. Small and wrong. I stepped back, took step after step until I turned and walked away. I didn't run, even though I wanted to. But I refused to give either of them the satisfaction.He saw me. There was no mistaking it. He saw me standing there, saw the horror on my face, saw exactly what I'd walked in on. And he didn't stop.My stomach twisted. Something ugly settled in my chest. Not jealousy. Definitely not jealousy. I barely knew Alessandro. The man had kidnapped me, caged me and then forced me into marriage.I wasn't heartbroken. I was disturbed. And strangely angr