Alle Kapitel von MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

**Nadia**I stood outside the locked room with my heart beating fast. The door was open this time. Just a crack. Dominic had left it unlocked. I did not know if he did it on purpose or if he simply forgot. Either way, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room looked the same as before. Shelves full of medical files. A desk covered with papers. A computer screen that glowed softly in the low light. I closed the door behind me quietly. My hands felt cold. I walked to the desk and sat down.I picked up the first folder. My fingers shook a little as I opened it. The diagnosis was right there in black and white. Congenital insensitivity to pain. A rare genetic condition. Dominic had been born with it. His body could not feel pain. Could not feel temperature. Could not feel touch the way normal people did.I turned the page slowly. The doctors had written pages about it. Tests from when he was a child. Notes about how he burned himself as a baby because he could not feel the heat.

**Nadia**"They're staring.""They're always staring," Dominic said, his hand at my lower back, steering me through the entrance with the unhurried certainty of a man who had never once considered that a room might not make space for him."It's different tonight," I said.He glanced at me. "How."I thought about how to say it. "Before, they were staring because they were trying to figure out what I was. Trophy. Scheme. Scandal waiting to happen." I looked at the room, at the faces that were tracking us with the specific attention of people who had been following a story and were now seeing a new chapter of it. "Tonight they're staring because they've decided.""Decided what," he said."That we're real," I said.He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand pressed fractionally firmer at my back, the specific pressure I had learned to read, and we moved further into the room.The gala was the Harlow Foundation's annual event, the same circuit we had been moving through since Vegas, the same

**Nadia**I waited until the morning light had fully claimed the penthouse before I began.I dressed in silence, choosing a soft gray sweater and black trousers that covered every inch of skin Dominic usually demanded access to. No silk robe left teasingly open at the thigh. No bare shoulder brushing his chest as I passed. I moved through the kitchen like a woman who had simply woken up alone: pouring coffee, checking my tablet, answering a single work email with the calm precision of someone whose world had not tilted on its axis.He felt the absence immediately.At first it was subtle. The way I stepped just out of reach when he entered the kitchen. The way my fingers didn’t graze his wrist when I set his coffee down. I watched him tell himself it was coincidence. He was still half-asleep, still adjusting to the new rhythm we had found after the contract reset.By midday the absence had teeth.He found me in the living room, curled on the wide sectional with my laptop. When he sat

**Nadia**My eyes caught it the second we walked into the bridal suite.Lisette and Raffael stood too close again. Her shoulder brushed his arm while she reached for a swatch of fabric. He leaned down to whisper something, lips near her ear, fingers grazing the small of her back for one beat too long. They didn't announce anything. They didn't hold hands or kiss in front of us. They were just suddenly always slightly too close, like the wedding planning had pushed them into so many tight corners that pretending finally broke.I felt a soft warmth bloom in my chest. I said nothing. I just smiled, turning back to the mirror as the seamstress pinned my hem.Dominic stood across the room, arms crossed, watching the chaos of dresses and samples with his usual calm. His gaze flicked to me, checking like he always did now. I met his eyes for a second and let my smile stay.Lisette glanced at me in the reflection. Her cheeks flushed quick and guilty. She stepped half an inch away from Raffa

**Nadia**A knock sounded at the penthouse door early that morning.I opened my eyes slowly. Dominic was already up and moving. His body tensed beside me before the second knock came. He pulled on pants fast and headed to the door. I sat up in bed. The sheets felt cool against my bare skin.Raffael stood in the hallway with a plain brown package in his hands. His face looked tight. No smile. No greeting. He handed it over without a word.Dominic took the package. His fingers closed around it hard. He shut the door and locked it. Then he walked back to the bedroom. I watched him. His shoulders stayed rigid.He set the package on the bed between us. Plain wrapping. No return address. Just our names printed in black marker.I reached for it first. My fingers brushed the paper. It felt ordinary. Harmless. But something in the air shifted. Dominic watched me close. His eyes stayed dark.I tore the wrapping open. Inside was a single photo. Glossy. Recent.My own face stared back at me. I la