All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11–None Of My Business?

Natasha’s POV “What exactly is your problem, Natasha?” my father asked, anger creeping into his voice. I let out a hollow laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”He said nothing. “Okay,” I continued. “Where should I begin? Should I talk about the fact that you’ve been lying to me the whole time? Or the fact that you put our lives in danger?”“You’ll have to be a tad more specific,” he said as he rubbed his temple. “Are you intentionally trying to be ignorant?” I asked. “What else could you possibly lie about? For a moment, you had me thinking Tristan approached you with a deal you couldn’t resist. Turns out you were the one who approached him. What were your words again? ‘Someone offered a solution.’ ‘Men like Tristan just don’t do things for no reason.’”I paused as a tightness formed in my chest.“The worst part was you tried to blame it on me,” I continued, my voice breaking. “You said I was a notorious rebel and implied I did something wrong.”I didn’t stop. “As i

Chapter 12–Least Of Your Worries

Tristan’s POV. It had been exactly three days since Natasha took off. Different thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if she was okay. I contemplated calling her. Not because I owed her anything. Marcus had tried calling me repeatedly. I never answered any of his calls. He had tried to set up a meeting with me. He knew I had already found out about his shady dealings. I wanted him to wait. I wanted him to sit with himself. To sit with his guilt. Fear. Or whatever he could be feeling. Left to me, I wouldn’t even get involved anymore. Marcus had not been completely honest with me. What made him think he could do that? But Abuela wanted me to… for Natasha. I let out a short sigh. “Daniel?” “Yes, Tristan?” he replied. “Let’s finally pay Marcus a visit.” He studied me briefly, then nodded slowly. The ride felt slow. The car finally rolled to a smooth stop in the garage of Whitmore Industries. I stepped out of the car, heading toward the main entrance o

Chapter 13–Shadows In Plain Sight

Natasha’s POV The restaurant was quieter than I expected, or maybe I just couldn’t hear past the noise in my head. I didn’t think I’d have the energy to show up, but staying home or going to the office felt worse. Ananya’s face lit up the moment she spotted me. She slipped between the tables and pulled me into a tight hug. “Hey, love. What’s up?” she squealed, squeezing me like she hadn’t seen me in years. “I’m okay,” I said. My voice sounded distant, even to myself. Ananya pulled away first, her eyes searching my face. “You don’t sound okay. What’s wrong? Talk to me.” I exhaled softly and looked out the window. “I don’t know where to start.” “Just say something, will you?” she pressed, her voice softer, but still serious as she sat across from me. I finally faced her. “Well, the marriage with Tristan is happening. There’s nothing I can do.” My throat felt tight. “It’s for my family.” “Natasha—” “No, Ananya, before you say anything, I know how that sounds.” I cut her o

Chapter 14–Stolen Moments

Natasha’s POVThe ride home was fast, not reckless. Ananya suggested we go to her house, but I couldn’t risk it. If we were being followed, I refused to lead them straight to her door. The mansion came into view. The gate opened for us as I pulled into the garage, moving quickly but carefully. We got out of the car and moved toward the front door. The door swung open before we even reached the porch. The moment we crossed the threshold, the door clicked shut behind us with a quiet finality that made my chest tighten. Footsteps approached almost immediately. “Ma’am,” one of the maids greeted, dipping her head slightly. Her eyes flicked between us. “You’re back early,” she said, turning to Ananya. “Hello, Miss Ananya.”“Hi Sandra. How are you?” Ananya said. “Yeah, actually, I didn’t go to the office,” I said, looking around. “Is anyone home?” I asked. “No, ma’am,” Sandra said. “Alright, thanks. You may go.”“Good to see you, ma’am.” she said to Ananya. Ananya stayed close behi

Chapter 15–Seven Days

Natasha’s POV. My father sat on the couch, slumped slightly, his usual flawless appearance completely undone. His shirt was wrinkled, stained faintly with blood near the collar. A fresh bruise darkened the side of his face. There was a small cut just above his brow, dried blood trailing down toward his temple. Victoria stood nearby, pacing, her hands trembling slightly despite how composed she was trying to look. “What happened?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. My father straightened immediately, like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Natasha—”“You happened!” Victoria snapped at me. My steps slowed. “What do you mean?”Victoria laughed. A dark, twisted sound. “Like you don’t know. I’m sure Father has told you everything. If you had just thought about anyone but yourself for once.”That was when I realized she knew. A dry laugh escaped my lips. “Wow,” I said quietly. “So you knew?” I dragged a hand down my face. “Why am I even surprised?”“You kno

Chapter 16–Veils And Lights

Natasha’s POV Exactly four days ago, Tristan set the date for our wedding. Since then, everything has been moving too fast—like I’m already running out of time. I asked Ananya to be my maid of honor, and she could barely contain her excitement—even though we both knew none of this was real. It was strange how easily she slipped into the role. The idea of being someone’s bride felt strange. Like it didn’t belong to me. Tristan suggested having the best designers handpick my dress, but I declined. If I was doing this, I needed to choose what I wore—at least he could give me that. The bridal shop door chimed and suddenly I was drowning in veils and lights. The air smelled faintly of roses and lavender. Racks and racks of white—silk, satin, lace—layers of it hanging like ghosts drifting without direction. Some beaded until they sparkled. Some plain enough to look like clouds you could disappear into. A soft instrumental song was playing from somewhere—piano, maybe. It was su

Chapter 17–A Real Bride

Natasha’s POVThe private room was warmer, more intimate. The lights here were brighter. I asked to see the custom pieces. I watched as dresses were brought into the room one after the other, voices overlapping. Ananya and Patricia debated over what would look best on me. Ananya hadn’t said a word about her own dress. Tristan stood in the corner, one hand tucked into his pocket, his phone pressed against his ear.I just stood there, taking everything in. “Natasha.” Adelina’s voice cut through me. “Come, child.”I walked to where she was seated. I sat next to her. She looked at me for a second longer before taking my hands into hers. “Tristan told me everything,” she said, her gaze still on me. “About how your father had approached him and everything that led to this wedding.”“I may not understand how you’re feeling,” she continued. “None of these might make sense now, but child, the things we do for the ones we care about…” she paused slightly on the last word. “And something g

Chapter 18–My Cupcake

Natasha’s POV By the time I woke up, the sky had darkened into shades of blue and orange, the last traces of sunlight slipping through the curtains. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. There was a message from Ananya. I didn’t bother checking it. I scrolled through my phone until one headline caught my attention. Is Miami’s most dangerous bachelor—Tristan Castillo finally off the market? I opened it without hesitation. It was a picture of us at the shop. “They didn’t even get a better angle on me,” I muttered. The news was already everywhere. Natasha Whitmore and Tristan Castillo? A pair we never saw coming. I rolled my eyes. “Tell me about it.” I dropped the phone beside me, letting it sink into the sheets. I stared blankly at the ceiling. This wasn’t how I imagined any of it would happen. Not the wedding. Not the man standing beside me at the altar. And definitely not without my mother’s blessings. A sharp ache spread through me suddenly. She should’ve be

Chapter 19–Don’t Need You

Tristan’s POVThe basement looked the same as it always did. Like it remembered every silence that had ever settled down here. I stood just beyond the reach of the dim bulb, hands in my pockets, staring at Julio slumped on the chair behind the bars.“Three days,” I said quietly, glancing at my wristwatch. “I mean… two days from now, I’ll be getting married. Shame you won’t be there to watch.”He didn’t respond. He rarely did anymore, just breathed through his broken nose and stared at the floor like it held answers I’d never given. Then slowly, he lifted his head. His left eye was still swollen shut from last week. “That’s—” a sharp cough tore through him. “That’s good, Tristan.”I laughed softly. “Good? Seeing you rot down here feels a lot better than good. And you’ll be here for a very long time. That I promise you.”“I’m begging you, Tristan,” he said, voice strained but audible. “Just let me go.”This time, I let out a bitter laugh. “Really? I should let you go?" I said, my voice

Chapter 20–As My Wife

Natasha’s POVA sharp pounding in my skull woke me. The kind that rolled through my head like distant drums, dull and insistent. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut against the light leaking into the room. Slowly, I forced them open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—high, modern, with smooth recessed lighting I definitely didn’t have at home. My stomach twisted as I blinked, trying to make sense of it. That’s when it hit me that I was completely naked under the soft, expensive sheets. My heart slammed against my ribs. I sat up too fast and the room spun. “What the hell…” I muttered, clutching the duvet to my chest. I looked around desperately for my phone on the nightstand. No phone. My memories started coming in pieces. The dusty letters… running out of the house… the cab… the club…The crazy thing was, the cab didn’t even drop me at the club. I had jumped out without paying the driver and kept running. I remembered drinking. A lot. But after that, everything blurred. I had a

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