All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Tristan’s POVI barely paid attention to what was going on in the conference room.Marcus, Victoria, two of Marcus’s executives, Daniel, and the marketing team were all present, discussing the final details for the upcoming gala. My mind kept drifting back to three days ago—finding Natasha broken again, curled up on the floor beside Abuela’s bed. Every time I tried to get close, she retreated. She hadn’t slept in our room since. I stood up abruptly and left the conference room without a word. No one stopped me. Even better. I walked straight to my office and shut the door behind me. The silence settled immediately. My gaze drifted to the drawer. A second later, I was already reaching for a cigarette. I lit it and took a slow drag, staring out at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Natasha’s face flashed through my mind again. The tears. The swollen eyes. I exhaled sharply. By the time the cigarette burned out, another one was already between my fingers. I walked ove

Tristan’s POVThings finally felt normal again after the gunshot. Natasha had returned to our bedroom.She was sleeping peacefully, her head resting against my chest, one hand tangled in my hair. I carefully slid out of bed and walked onto the balcony. My arm throbbed beneath the bandage. It was healing slowly. Natasha had been tending to the wound and changing the bandage every day.Now, it was time to deal with Francis Luzardo. That bastard had a terrible aim. I dialed a number. The phone only rang once before it was picked up.“I have eyes on him,” the voice said. “What should I do next?”“You’ll do nothing yet,” I said calmly, leaning against the railing. “Just never let him out of your sight. And remember—keep your distance. Make sure no one gets hurt.”I ended the call, slipped the phone into my pocket and walked back into the room. Natasha was still sleeping. I didn’t know what it was, but something about her looked different. I went into the closet and put on a t-shirt. I’d

Tristan’s POV“You know you can just ask for help, Natasha,” I said, watching her struggle with the zipper of her dress.“Of course,” she replied, breathing lightly. “But what happens if you’re not around? Besides, I’ve been doing it myself for a long time.”I stepped behind her, gently sweeping her hair over one shoulder before pulling the zipper up. “Sure, you can do it yourself,” I murmured. “But it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help once in a while.” I pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Thank you.”She turned to face me, her eyes sweeping over me as though she were judging me. “Where’s your tie?”“What tie?”She placed her hands on her hips. “Are you for real?”“I don’t do ties, Natasha,” I said, buttoning my cufflinks. “They’re for… normal people. I prefer to be different. In case you’ve forgotten, I didn’t even wear one on our wedding day.”“Well,” she said, reaching into my wardrobe. “Today, you’ll act like everyone else.”I chuckled. “If you’re looking for a tie, don’

Tristan’s POVAfter I’d met with the investors, I shook their hands and removed the tie around my neck completely. I stared at it longer than necessary. A faint smile crept onto my face. Natasha insisted I wore it. I did. Despite never wearing one before… I did anyway. I slipped it into my pocket. I excused myself to go to the rooftop and told Daniel to drive Natasha home whenever she was ready to leave. He had noticed the shift in my expression, but didn’t ask questions. Several minutes passed as I watched Daniel lead Natasha into his car from the rooftop. She had never mentioned who Lucas was. And maybe it didn’t matter. But I’d just heard her tell him she loved him. My hands tightened around the railing until my knuckles turned white.Come to think of it, I didn’t think I had any right to be mad. She had told me she wanted out the moment her father’s company was safe. Still… I didn’t expect it to be soon. But we had been in a good place these past few weeks… what changed?I exh