All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Natasha’s POV“Welcome to Malibu,” Tristan said quietly. Two staff members appeared immediately. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo,” they greeted in unison. “Thank you,” I replied, offering a small smile. They led us into the house. It was stunning—spacious too, with soaring high ceilings that made the open living area even grander. The interior was light and calming, decorated in soft neutrals and blues. The floor-to-ceiling windows were only tinted from the outside. Everything felt calm, though it was different from the Castillo manor. The two staff showed us around briefly. One of the women smiled warmly. “We’ve prepared a light meal for both of you. Would you like to eat now?”Tristan looked at me. I nodded. “Yes, please,” he replied. We settled at the dining table overlooking the beach. The food was simple but delicious—grilled fish, fresh salad, roasted vegetables, and warm bread. I ate quickly, still taking in the house and the sound of the waves in the background. Tristan

Tristan’s POVI stood on the balcony of the beach house, a cigarette burning between my fingers as I stared out at the dark ocean. The waves crashed steadily below, but my mind was still back in that house in Santa Barbara. The look on Natasha’s face when she saw her mother… it had cut deeper than I expected. And when she looked at me with those eyes? God…I took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling into the cool night air. I knew this was going to hurt her. I had planned it carefully for weeks—reaching out to Richard first when Daniel had found them, making sure the timing was right, preparing myself for the fallout. But seeing her break like that… it still twisted something in my chest. “How could you?” Her voice echoed in my head more times than I wanted it to. I hated how broken she had been that night at the club—the night she had found her mother’s letters. I knew how desperately she wanted the truth. Maybe I was being irrational by tracking her moth

Natasha’s POVIt had been three weeks since Tristan and I arrived in Malibu. All we did was sleep, eat, fuck, visit a few places and then fuck again. Tristan had dismissed the housekeepers, only calling them in when necessary. We fucked everywhere—on the living room couch, the kitchen counter, the balcony, against the wall in the hallway… everywhere. The house had become our private little world, filled with nothing but skin, moans, and the sound of the ocean in the background. The dresses Ananya had bought came in handy. They were practically the only thing I wore around the house now. The sight of me in those sheer pieces drove Tristan crazy every single time.I picked up my phone and headed to the pool in the backyard. I video-called Ananya. We hadn’t spoken since I left Miami. Between meeting my mom, the endless sex with Tristan, and the massive time difference, it had been hard to connect. It was seven-thirty p.m here in Malibu, which meant it was eight a.m in the next day in

Tristan’s POV“Tristan.” Daniel’s voice pulled me out of sleep. I slowly raised my head. “You should head home,” Daniel said, handing me the keys. “I’ll stay with her. Your car is outside.”I rose to my feet and squeezed his shoulder once. “Thank you.”I didn’t wait any longer. I headed straight out of the ward and toward the hospital parking lot. The area was packed with too many cars, making it difficult to spot mine in the dark. I clicked the key fob. The headlight flashed twice. I walked over, got in, and started the engine. The drive home was quiet. The city lights blurred past as I navigated the familiar roads. My mind kept drifting to Abuela. The doctor's words echoed in my head. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. By the time I pulled into the estate, the house was mostly dark except for a few lights left on. I parked and sat there for a moment, staring at the front door before finally stepping out. I walked into the house, my steps heavy with exhaustion. I climbe

Tristan’s POV“I’m going to your father’s office today,” I said to Natasha as I fastened my cuff. She didn’t respond. She had been giving me an attitude since that night in the hallway. A slow smirk spread across my face. As much as I wanted to have her in this house for the first time… it could wait. After a brief pause, I spoke again. “We need to finally discuss how his company gets back on its feet.”Still nothing. I glanced at her through the mirror. Yeah… she was definitely still angry. I turned to face her. “Come on, wife. You’re seriously not going to talk to me?”She pulled the sheet off her and swung her feet off the bed quietly. She was wearing one of those sheer pieces Ananya had gotten her for our honeymoon. I bit my lower lip silently as I watched her. She knew exactly what she was doing. She slowly pulled it off her body as she walked into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. “Petty!” I called out. I shook my head, smiling. “I’m heading out no