All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

96 Chapters

Chapter 1–He Wants You

Natasha’s POV Two months passed, and I hadn’t set foot out of this house. I’d lost my boyfriend. I’d already burned through tears until there was none left to shed. Today, I finally decided to return to my father’s company. I’d been away since I came back from New York.My phone lit up on the nightstand. There were twelve missed calls from my father. He rarely called that many times in a row. I dialed him back. He picked up on the third ring. “Hello, Da—”“I need you to get back to work as soon as possible,” he said, his voice cutting through like a knife. “And we need to talk.”“Dad—”“Now!”The line went dead. Without wasting another second, I went into the bathroom to get ready. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and the person staring back didn’t look like me. She looked lifeless, hollow even. Dark circles and everything else that screamed a girl was going through shit. “Whatever.”I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The cold water hit my body, sending a chi

Chapter 2–Stranger At The Club

Natasha’s POV The music was too loud. I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The pounding bass that pulsed through the nightclub drowned my thoughts. On the other hand, the flashing lights and the bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor made everything unbearable. I lifted my glass and took another sip of the whiskey I didn’t even like. At least it made me feel something. Everyone looked expensive, except me. I’d thrown on a red slip dress, the one that revealed my back. It clung to my curves like a second skin, careless and unplanned. My hair was pulled into a loose bun, strands falling around my face. “Natasha, take it easy!” my friend Ananya shouted over the music, leaning closer so I could hear. She had practically dragged me out here to ‘clear my head.’Take it easy? What a joke. Nothing has been easy since my boyfriend Lucas died. I was in New York when I received the phone call that broke my heart. “Lucas is dead.”The words still repl

Chapter 3–Don’t Mess This Up

Natasha’s POVI woke up to a throbbing headache. My head felt heavy against the pillow. The dull pain reminded me of the whiskey I had insisted on drinking last night. Sunlight pierced through the half-closed blinds of my bedroom. Fragments of the previous night returned as I sat up straight. Ananya’s voice yelling over the music. The drunk man who had grabbed my waist last night. And then… “Those arrogant grey eyes.” I groaned. I reached for my phone beside me. It was already past noon. Ananya’s messages glowed on the screen. Are you okay, Tasha?I guess you’re still in bed.Just checking in on you.Call me when you wake up!I dropped the phone onto the bed and collapsed back onto it. The ceiling stared back at me. My body felt heavy. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same things. My father’s face when he told me about the arrangement and the way he had dismissed Lucas like he was nothing. Of course Lucas wasn’t perfect, but still. I turned onto my side and pulled the pil

Chapter 4–Think About It

Natasha’s POV I glared at him. If looks could kill, this man would have been dead by now. “I don’t recall giving you permission to call me that.” His smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, like he was enjoying every second of my irritation. “I don’t remember asking for permission, cariño.” “Call me that again, and I’ll throw myself off this yacht.” He chuckled. “That’s cute, but I’d hate to ruin such a wonderful evening just to play lifeguard when you and I both know you’re not jumping anywhere.” He gestured toward the other side of the yacht. “Come. We should sit. This conversation might take a while.” I hesitated for half a second before following him. It wasn’t until I crossed the deck that I became fully aware of just how quiet the yacht was. The whole place felt carefully prepared, almost too perfect for a conversation like this. We reached a dining area set up near the back of the yacht. A small table, candles, two glasses, and a bottle of wine already waiting. Th

Chapter 5–You’re No Fun

Tristan’s POV By the time I stepped into the house, the urgency from the call had already faded. My sister, Patricia, was waiting in the foyer. “She had another episode, Tristan…” I walked past her, taking the stairs two at a time. I stood right in front of Abuela's door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. She sat upright, looking much paler than I had imagined. The moment her eyes landed on me, her expression changed. “There you are,” she muttered, as if she hadn’t just caused a scene. “Come on in.” I exhaled slowly, stepping closer. “Patricia said something was wrong.” “Yes. You weren’t home,” she replied. “Abuela, I work.” “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” she said, tapping the space next to her. “And you’re always working.” I reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, sat and helped her drink. “But I am fine.” She took a slow sip before she spoke, her voice quiet. “I had a dream, and I’m allowed to be worried, aren’t I?” “I understand,

Chapter 6–What’s At Stake

Natasha’s POVI shut the door behind me and leaned against it. My gaze drifted across the room. It should be comforting, but it only reminded me of how little control I actually had over my life. Marriage. To a man I barely know? My worst nightmare. I pushed away from the door and kicked off my heels carelessly before sinking onto the edge of the bed. My phone sat beside me. For a moment, I stared at it. There were several missed calls from Ananya. I hadn’t responded to her texts from this morning, nor had I returned her calls. Then I picked up the phone and dialed. It didn’t even ring twice. “Natasha?” Her voice came through immediately. “Finally! Do you know how many times I’ve tried calling you?”I let out a quiet breath. “I’m fine.”“Don’t ‘I’m fine’ me,” Ananya snapped. “You disappeared after the club. I was literally looking for you everywhere.”“I left.”“I figured that much. What I don’t understand is why you didn’t think to call me. I was worried sick.”“A lot happened in

Chapter 7–Keep Her Waiting

Tristan’s POVWhen Marcus had approached me a few weeks back, I didn’t even know why I agreed when he offered his daughter. We hadn’t even met. After my conversation with Abuela, I realized why I did. She needed a granddaughter-in-law. I hated the idea of a woman being treated like a transaction. I had a sister, and I’d be damned if I ever let anyone treat her that way. Now, it was up to Natasha to decide. I stared at my phone before dialing the number. It rang repeatedly, then went straight to voicemail.I dialed again. It rang once, then twice.“Hello?” Her voice came through, sleepy.A slow smile touched my lips. “Natasha.”“Who is—”There was a brief pause on the other end. “Tristan,” she said. I could hear the irritation creeping into her voice. “How the hell did you get this number?”Of course that would be the first thing she asked. “I told you.” I leaned back in my chair. “I have my ways.”I could almost picture the annoyance on her face. “Yeah, sure, Castillo. What is i

Chapter 8–Where Were You This Morning

Natasha’s POV. The house was quiet when I got home after my meeting with Tristan. I went into the kitchen and set the kettle down harder than necessary. I leaned against the counter while it heated, my mind refusing to stay still.The kettle clicked off. I poured the water and watched the coffee dissolve, and stirred slowly, the spoon circling like it might give me answers my thoughts didn’t.What was I thinking, agreeing to the marriage? It was a failing company. Why would anyone need a marriage to stabilize it?I stopped stirring. The spoon clinked against the mug. I took one sip that burned slightly and set it down. It didn’t help.I headed to my bedroom. It sounded almost unreal when I said it out loud at the cafe. Even now, standing in my room, it still didn’t feel entirely real. There was no point standing there thinking about it. Not when I needed to get back to work. Maybe somehow, I could figure out a way to get us out of this mess rather than getting married to some rich

Chapter 9–A Bounty On Him

Old 9Natasha’s POV. I had not planned to go jogging this morning. But sleep had come in fragments. My mind was restless. By the time the sun began to rise, I threw on my activewear and headed out. The air outside was cool. I adjusted the earbuds in my ears, letting the music push against the chaos in my head as I started jogging. Ananya’s Indian playlist filled my ears. She had sent it when I was grieving Lucas. I never really listened to the lyrics. I couldn’t understand them, but I kept it on because I didn’t want to upset her.My pace was steady, my breathing controlled. Each step grounded me.After a while, I stopped by the side of the road, stretched, then started again. This time something felt different. My eyes flicked ahead, then to the side. I glanced behind me. No one. I shrugged it off and kept running.Then I noticed a figure. Not too close. Not too far. It was a public space. People were allowed to be there. Still, it felt wrong.I slowed just enough to fall int

Chapter 10–Protect That Girl

Tristan’s POV Daniel and I stepped out of the study, the door closing silently behind us as we headed downstairs.Abuela sat comfortably on the couch, Patricia’s head resting against her lap. “Where’s Natasha?” I asked, my eyes scanning the room. Patricia looked up first. “Oh. You just missed her.” My brows furrowed. “Missed her?” “She said she had to leave,” Abuela chimed in. “Something came up.”I narrowed my eyes. “Did she say anything else?” Patricia sat up. “No. Just that she needed to go.” “Okay,” I said. There was a brief pause. “Didn’t she tell you she was leaving?” Abuela asked with a frown. “Tell me she was leaving? I left her with you downstairs.” “I thought she came to your study,” Patricia said. “She came to my study?” Abuela nodded. “Yes. She said you mentioned some documents.” I didn’t move. My mind replayed the last few minutes. A quiet curse slipped under my breath. “Shit.” My eyes flicked to Daniel. He was watching me quietly. Something unreada

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