Alle Kapitel von Married To The Devil I Betrayed: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

By morning, I was trending.I didn’t have to open social media to know it. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating on the kitchen counter of the small apartment I’d fled to after leaving the hotel at dawn.I hadn’t slept.I had changed out of my wedding dress in a gas station restroom forty minutes outside the city. The silk now sat crumpled in the backseat of my car like the remains of someone else’s life.Every news outlet had picked it up.Every blog.Every gossip channel."The Billionaire Groom Requests an Instant Annulment." "Moretti Industries Is Rocked by a Corporate Espionage Scandal" "Insider Sources Verify Bride's Transfer of Private Documents."Insider sources.The phrase made my stomach twist.Lucian had moved fast.Of course he had.Damage control was instinct to him. Reputation was currency. And I had just been labeled the liability.The apartment belonged to my college friend, Mara. She was away on a work trip and had given me the spare key months ago “just in case.” Neither o

Betrayal had a pattern.It was rarely loud. Rarely dramatic.It crept in through proximity.Through access.Through trust.Lucian Moretti had built his empire by eliminating variables before they became threats.Except this one.He stood alone in his office long after Elena had left that night.The city lights reflected faintly against the glass, turning his own image into something distorted. Fragmented.He didn’t feel anger the way most men did.Anger was inefficient.What he felt was recalibration.A mistake had been made.And mistakes were corrected.He walked to his desk and opened the encrypted investigation file again.Security footage.Server logs.Bank records.Every detail aligned.Every timestamp clean.Too clean.His jaw tightened.He had already ordered three separate internal audits. Cybersecurity had confirmed the breach originated from her login credentials. Financial tracing verified the offshore account.He trusted his systems.He trusted his vetting processes.He di

The empire had grown.Lucian Moretti noticed it every morning when the elevator doors opened onto the top floor of Moretti Tower.The building itself had become a landmark in the financial district—forty-eight stories of glass and steel cutting into the skyline like a blade. When Lucian first commissioned it years ago, critics had called it excessive.Now competitors called it inevitable.During the last five years, Moretti Industries had expanded into three additional international markets. Their artificial intelligence division had absorbed two smaller tech firms and outperformed projections for twelve consecutive quarters. Investors praised Lucian’s ruthlessness in strategy meetings, while business magazines printed his photograph beside headlines calling him The Architect of the Modern Tech Empire.By every measurable standard, he had won.Yet victory had become strangely quiet.Lucian stepped out of the elevator and walked through the executive corridor with the same controlled s

The crowd around the Helix Dynamics booth thickened as the afternoon progressed.Investors leaned forward over sleek glass tables while engineers demonstrated the company’s newest artificial intelligence infrastructure. Screens glowed with shifting data patterns and predictive modeling displays, each one drawing impressed murmurs from the observers gathered nearby.Elena moved easily between conversations, answering questions with steady confidence. Every word she spoke carried the calm authority of someone who knew exactly what she had built and what it was worth.Five years ago, she had fought simply to survive.Now she was negotiating from a position of power.Marcus stood nearby speaking with a venture capital representative, while Nina managed the growing list of meeting requests on her tablet.Everything was moving exactly as Elena had planned.Almost.Because she could still feel his presence.Even without looking.Lucian Moretti was somewhere behind the crowd.The awareness pr

Lucian Moretti did not believe in coincidence.Not in business. Not in strategy. And certainly not in people.Everything had a cause. Everything left a trace.Which was why, less than twenty-four hours after the summit, he found himself standing inside a quiet residential street in Manhattan, staring up at a building that did not match the woman he thought he knew.It wasn’t extravagant.That caught my attention right away.No towering glass structure. No excessive security detail. No loud display of wealth that screamed success to the world.The building was elegant—but restrained.Clean lines. Discreet design. The kind of place chosen by someone who valued privacy more than attention.Lucian slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat as he studied it.“Elena Hart,” he murmured under his breath.Five years ago, she had lived in his world—a world where luxury was expected, where power was visible, where status was never hidden.This place felt… different.Intentional.Matteo’s voi