My Husband. My Monster

I use to believe monsters were hideous beasts that hide under the bed, in closets, haunted houses, and eerie forests, but I was wrong.

They wear expensive suits, hold champagne, gorgeous smiles with sick laughter and venomous words wrapped in beautiful facades to trap you.

Among them was my fiancee. My nightmare.

I had to marry him to save my parents from their impending, undiluted doom at the hands of the ruthless Satiagos family.

But at our wedding, I did something daring out of fear.

I married a more devious monster than he. Only that, this monster protected me from the others.

My husband.

My monster.