Semua Bab Married to the Devil: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Natasha’s POVThe dress hugged every curve of my body like a second skin.I sat in front of the mirror as the makeup artist gently dabbed beneath my eyes. “Hold still, miss. Just a little more,” the woman murmured. A tear slipped free. I quickly blinked it away, but another followed. I couldn’t tell what exactly was making me emotional.Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. A wedding day was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of a woman’s life.Mine was an exception. Suddenly, the same dress I’d willingly picked felt like a trap.I’d never wanted to marry someone I barely knew. But the universe has a way of playing tricks on you when you least expect it. And Tristan? Jesus. How was I supposed to live with someone who was hard to read? God. Help me. It was temporary. Just temporary. Father’s company would be saved. Victoria and I would be protected. Natasha, you’ll get your life back after all this. Be the best int

Natasha’s POVThe car finally rolled into Castillo estate. Tristan got out first and walked around to open my door. Before we reached the entrance, two other cars pulled up behind us. Adelina and Patricia arrived with Daniel. Adelina stepped out looking surprisingly energetic for someone who had just attended a stressful wedding. Patricia stayed close to her. “You know I can still walk perfectly well, right?” Adelina said. “I know, Abuela, but we can’t be too careful,” Patricia replied calmly. Adelina approached us with a small smile. “Welcome home, love.”“Thank you, Adelina.” The maids were waiting when we stepped into the grand foyer.My bags were brought in, and a few of the maids carried them upstairs. I turned to Tristan. “Can you show me to my bedroom?”Tristan nodded and was about to lead the way when Adelina spoke behind us.“Your room? And what do you need separate rooms for?”Tristan opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “I need to get comfortab

Natasha’s POVI woke up after falling asleep again. I checked the time on my phone—it was already eleven a.m. It had been almost three hours since Tristan left. I hadn’t moved from the bed until now. I swung my feet off the mattress and walked slowly toward the balcony. The view from here was stunning. I rested my hands on the railings, closed my eyes and let the soft breeze brush across my face. My hair swayed freely behind me. Below, several luxury cars were neatly lined up in the driveway. The garden was alive with gardeners tending to flowers, while a few workers moved efficiently through the compound. The entire estate felt alive—like its own little world. After a few seconds, I went back inside and headed downstairs.A few maids were cleaning the grand living room. Some of them were carefully dusting the large portrait on the far wall—the same woman who bore a striking resemblance to Tristan. They bowed in unison when they saw me. I walked over to them slowly. “Who’s she?” I

Tristan’s POV I sat in my office on the top floor, a cigarette hanging loosely from my lips as I flipped through the latest documents spread across my desk. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. Another major infrastructure deal. Fresh capital flowing through legitimate channels. Everything built carefully—clean on the surface. Still, old connections never truly disappeared. Some deals still required quiet phone calls. It’s been three weeks since the wedding, and life had settled into a strange kind of routine—polite, quiet mornings. Natasha and I existed in the same space, but we had barely spoken beyond the bare minimum. I hadn’t provoked her in a while. I worked late most nights—partly as an excuse to give her space to settle in. We slept in the same bed, but might as well have been miles apart. It was exactly what I had expected—a distant marriage of convenience. And yet… I took a slow drag from the cigarette, exhaling through my nose. A knock sounded at the do

Natasha’s POV I kept tossing and turning till dawn. I couldn’t sleep. No. Not when my—our honeymoon was starting today. By the time the sun was fully up, the house was already stirring. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the light sundress I’d chosen for the trip. My suitcase and carry-on bag sat neatly by the door. A soft knock sounded. “Come in,” I said. Patricia peeked inside, smiling. “The cars are ready. They’re waiting for you downstairs.” I nodded as she reached for my suitcase and carry-on bag. Adelina was already waiting in the foyer, looking surprisingly strong this morning. Tristan stood beside her, hands in his pockets, dressed casually in a brown shirt and off-white trousers. I’d never seen him dressed so casually. He was always in suits. He looked distractingly handsome. His hair usually fell past his shoulders, but there was something about it this time. It was pulled into a sleek bun, leaving a few strands to fall across his face. Daniel and som