Married to the Devil의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

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 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 mother dow

Natasha’s POVThe next few days passed in Malibu. Between long drives along the coast, quiet dinners, and Tristan’s failed attempts at pretending he knew his way around a kitchen—which forced him to call the housekeepers back. Malibu had started to feel less like a getaway and more like home. After breakfast, we sat in the living room watching television. “Patricia sent me a link,” Tristan said. “Something about a charity event for couples. Would you like to go?”I curled my legs beneath me on the sofa and turned to look at him. “That’d be fun. When is it?”“It’s tonight,” he replied. “So… would you?”I raised a brow. “Here in Malibu?”He folded his arms across his chest. “No, it’s in Los Angeles.”“How did she even come across it?” I asked, genuinely curious. “She’s in Miami.”He laughed, a soft sound. “She’s nineteen, Natasha. Of course she would know because she’s on social media.”I smiled. “That’s true.”“So that’s a yes?” I nodded. “Okay, great.” He glanced at his phone befor

Natasha’s POVOver the past three weeks, Tristan and I had barely stayed away from each other. We spent our days exploring Malibu, our nights tangled in each other’s arms, and somewhere in between, every corner of the house slowly became ours.With the housekeepers only coming in when necessary, the villa became our own little escape. Every room carried a memory of us. Some sweet, some embarrassing, and some that still made my cheeks warm whenever I thought about them.The dresses Ananya and Patricia had secretly swapped into my suitcase turned out to be surprisingly useful. They quickly became my go-to around the villa, and every time I wore one, Tristan looked at me as though he’d forgotten how to think.I picked up my phone and headed to the pool in the backyard before video-calling Ananya. We hadn’t spoken since I left Miami. Between meeting my mom, getting caught up in married life with Tristan, and the massive time difference between Malibu and Mumbai, finding the right moment ha

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