Todos os capítulos de MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

**Nadia** Tonight was supposed to be perfect. I had planned every single detail. The room number was already memorized, but I checked my phone anyway. Suite 412. Booked by me, paid for by me, dreamed up by me while Garrett laughed on the other end of the phone. *"You booked it?"* *"Yes."* *"Damn, Nadia. Look at you being bold."* Bold. I carried that word down the hallway like a good luck charm. Like it could turn me into someone different just by believing in it hard enough. Not boring. Not careful. Not the girl who overthinks every single thing until the moment passes her by. Tonight, I was different. I decided that. And I needed it to be true. --- I stopped in front of the door and took one slow breath. My hand shook a little when I reached for the handle. *It's fine*, I told myself. *It's just Garrett.* My fiancé. The man I had been saving myself for. I pushed the door open quietly, already smiling. The smile died before I finished walking in. It came in pieces at fir

**Nadia** The chapel was the size of a closet. That was my first thought when we walked in. White walls, two rows of empty chairs, a single aisle that took maybe ten steps to cross. A plastic flower arrangement sat at the altar, dusty at the edges. The officiant was a small man in a rumpled grey suit who looked like he had done this a thousand times and stopped finding it interesting around the five hundredth. No guests. No music. No photographer hovering at the edges waiting to catch the moment. Just Dominic, Raffael, and me. I stood at the entrance and told myself to move. My feet didn't immediately cooperate. This was insane. I knew it was insane. I had known it was insane from the moment I picked up the pen, and I had signed anyway, and now I was standing in a Vegas wedding chapel at whatever hour this was with a man whose last name I had only learned an hour ago. Dominic stopped beside me. He didn't offer his arm. Didn't look at me with reassurance or nerves or any of the t

**Nadia** I had thought about this moment before. Not with him, obviously. Not in a Vegas penthouse with a man whose last name I'd learned three hours ago. But I had thought about it the way careful girls thought about things they kept private, quietly, in the back of their minds, tucked behind every other decision they made. I had not imagined it would feel like this. --- He moved fast. His hands found my waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me to the bed and dropped me on my back, and then his weight was over me and the mattress dipped and the air shifted and everything became very, very real all at once. His clothes came off quick. Shirt. Pants. Everything. I hadn't let myself look directly at him before. I looked now. Hard muscle, broad shoulders, the kind of body that looked like it was built for exactly this kind of authority. His cock was thick and heavy between his legs. My breath caught. He was going to hurt me. I knew that before he said a word. "Ope

**Nadia** I read every word. That was the first thing I decided, sitting there with the sheet still wrapped around me and the ache from last night present with every breath. I would not skim. I would not rush. I would read every single line of what I had agreed to, sober, in daylight, and I would not look away from any of it. Dominic stood across the room in a fresh suit, watching me the way he watched everything. Still. Patient. Like he had already calculated the outcome and was simply waiting for me to arrive at it. He slid the contract across the table. The real one this time. Not the rough typed pages from the bar. Thick paper, clean formatting, my signature already transferred to the bottom page. Formalized. Legal. Real in a way that the bar version had almost let me pretend it wasn't. I turned to the first page and started reading. --- Live in the penthouse. Full time. Immediately. Public obedience at all events and appearances. No deviation. Sexual access at

**Nadia** The stylist team arrived right after Lisette left. Three of them. All chosen by Dominic. They moved through the penthouse bedroom like they had done this a hundred times, setting up in silence, unpacking cases that cost more than my old monthly rent. I sat in the chair they positioned facing the window and let them work. Brushes moved fast over my face. Foundation smoothed and blended until the marks on my neck disappeared completely. My cheeks warmed under the powder. The woman doing my eyes didn't ask what I wanted. She just worked, and what she built was sharp and smoky and made my gaze look like it belonged to someone who had already decided things. I kept my chin up the whole time. This was not about being dressed up. This was armor. Every stroke of the brush, every pin in my hair. I was not the girl who got caught crying in a hotel hallway. I was not the girl Garrett called boring and Priya laughed at. I was the woman they were going to see tonight from acro