All Chapters of I’M MARRIED TO THE DEVIL IN A SUIT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He placed a gun and a diamond ring on the desk between us. "Choose one, Elira." Caelum Vane's voice was calm. Too calm. Like he was asking me what coffee I wanted, not deciding whether my family lived or died. The office was all glass and shadows, 42 floors above the city. His office. The one I had cleaned for three months as an intern. I thought I knew him - the billionaire CEO who never looked at me twice. I was wrong. Today he was not in a suit. Well, he was, but his jacket was off, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms covered in black ink and a scar that disappeared under his watch. His eyes were ice-blue and fixed on me. Possessive. Hungry. I stared at the gun. Black. Heavy. Real. And next to it, a velvet box with a ring that could buy my entire apartment building. "What is this?" My voice cracked. I was 22 and shaking. "This is your father's debt." He leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was a contract he was about to sign. "Eight million do

The red silk dress fit like it was painted on me. It clung to my waist, my hips, and had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh every time I walked. The neckline dipped low enough that I kept tugging it up. When I stepped out of the closet, Caelum was waiting in the living room. He had changed into a black shirt, top two buttons open, black pants. No tie. He looked like sin. He turned. And stopped breathing. His eyes dragged over me slowly, from my heels, up my legs, over the curve of my waist, to my chest, to my lips. His jaw tightened so hard I saw the muscle jump. "Elira." His voice was rough. "Is it too much?" I whispered, embarrassed. "I can change -" "Don't you dare." He was in front of me in three strides. He grabbed my waist, fingers digging into silk. "You look..." He didn't finish. He just stared at my mouth, at my chest, at the way the dress hugged me. "You did this on purpose," he said, almost angry. "You want every man in that restaurant to look

I made my first mistake as Mrs. Vane at breakfast. I smiled at the delivery boy. He was just a boy from the bakery, maybe 19, holding croissants. He said, "Morning, ma'am, you have a beautiful smile." I said, "Thank you." That was it. Two words. But Caelum heard it from the kitchen doorway. I felt the air change. He was in a grey suit, coffee in hand, but his knuckles went white around the cup. His eyes locked on the boy, then on me. "Leave," he told the boy, voice low. The boy ran. Then he looked at me. I was in one of his white shirts, bare legs, hair messy from sleeping in his arms. I thought I looked innocent. He thought I looked like I belonged to someone else. "Elira. Come here." I stood, nervous. "Caelum, he was just -" "I said come here." I walked to him. He set his coffee down slowly. Too slowly. "You remember clause 3 of our contract?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle but his eyes were storm. "What clause?

"Black dress. No slit," he had said. So I wore the black dress with no slit. It was elegant, off-shoulder, tight to my knees. Simple. Classy. I felt beautiful. Caelum was waiting downstairs. He wore all black again, but tonight he looked softer. No gun visible. Hair slightly messy, like he had run his hands through it nervous. He stared at me and forgot to speak. "Elira," he finally said. "You... you look like a wife." "A wife?" "My wife." He walked to me, took my hand, kissed my ring finger slowly, eyes on mine. "My beautiful wife. No man will survive tonight if they look at you." He led me to his car himself. No driver. "I want to drive my wife myself. Just us." The restaurant was not his building. It was a small Italian place on the water, lights, violins, private table with roses. "How did you find this?" I asked, smiling. "I asked Irena what girls like. She said normal girls like dates, not penthouses and threats." He looked almost embarrassed. The mafia dev

I woke up in the library. Fairy lights still on, blanket over us, Caelum's arm heavy around my waist, my head on his chest. We had fallen asleep on the rug by the fireplace. For a second, I thought it was a dream. The library, the date, the bridge kiss. Then he whispered, sleepy, "Morning, my writer." It was real. He sat up, hair messy, shirt wrinkled. He never looked wrinkled. For me, he did. "Did you sleep well, Mrs. Vane? In your kingdom?" he asked, kissing my temple. "Better than in your cold black bed," I teased. He pretended to be offended and tickled me until I was laughing and begging. "My cold black bed is offended now. We need to go apologize to it." We were still laughing when Irena knocked. "Sir. Madam. There is a man downstairs. He says he is Madam's father. He is... loud." My blood went cold. Caelum felt it instantly. His hand tightened on my waist. "What's his name?" Caelum asked Irena, voice already turning to ice. "Mr. Evans." My father