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Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 7 - Wifey Duty
MAVERICK“Huh. That looks real.” I could see in her green eyes that she did not buy it.“I wish. Who would give me a ring if I don’t have a man in my life?”“Well. You should go. Do you have work today?”“Nope. I’m off, but I have assignments to do.”“Then go ahead.”“Do you still have groceries?”“Ricky, get out and have some fun.”I rose from the chair and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you, Nana. Call me if you need anything.”My drive back took me a while, and I wondered where I should go— to my apartment or his penthouse. Where was his penthouse, anyway?The kiss, though. It was weird, in a good way. It felt like it was meant to happen like we were in love or a real couple ecstatic to get married. It just felt right, to be precise.My phone suddenly rang in my bag. It was probably Rocco.I answered it. “I’m off today. What do you want?”“Mrs. Winston?”Shit. I checked the screen. It was Owen. “I’m sorry, Owen. I thought you were my boss. Please call me, Maverick or Mave. Mrs. W
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 8 - Wrong Room
LAKEI came home late. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but I had to drop by the IMI office to grab some files of proposals that I needed to review and sign.Owen called me an hour ago to tell me that Maverick was already in my penthouse. I didn’t know why I suddenly felt excited about going home, even though sometimes it got lonely, and I had to rest.Maybe that was the reason why I took women to bed. At least they filled my instant need, but it felt hollow again. Meeting that need didn’t fill the void in my chest. I knew something was missing. I just hadn’t figured it out yet.I may have money, friends, and people who cared for me, but after that, in the darkness, I felt alone— loneliness and pain visited me most of the time. Yes, money couldn’t buy eternal happiness, and I didn’t know if I ever felt that way with contentment, completeness, and wholeness.I’d say having a broken family affected me so much. I was once happy with my parents being around, but it fell apart when they got d
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 9 - Legally Bind
MAVERICKJeez. We hadn’t been married for a day, and we were already fighting. He had already kicked me out of his room, which I thought was mine for 365 days.At that moment, I wanted to flee, but I signed a contract, and I had to endure how he treated me under this roof as long as he wouldn’t get physical, and that was my limit.I could play a good, loving wife before his family, friends, employees, and business partners, but that was it. I signed up for this, which was the price I must pay.I found the room that was supposed to be for me. It had a well-made queen-sized bed, a small walk-in closet, a door to the right that must be the bathroom, and a floor-to-ceiling window with white curtains drawn to the sides.Instead of dueling with what happened earlier, I went to shower quickly. Then I checked the closet to find something to wear. Surprisingly, I found dresses, jeans, pants, shirts, and tees folded in color-coordinated. Some suits, tweed jackets, skirts, shorts, and denim jea
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 10 - A School Girl
LAKE“You’re leaving already?” my British friend Rusher Radcliff, who was also my IMI COO, asked.“Yes. Unlike you, I have a life outside work.” I decided to take my wife from school since I finished work early.He broke into a smile. “You’re bloody joking, right? What happened to my friend who worked hard day and night? Wait a sec.” He pointed at my finger where I wore a platinum band.“A ring. Yeah.” I stopped him before he could say something right. “Don’t work hard. See you tomorrow, Rush.”“Unbelievable.”I still hear him even though I was already walking into the elevator.“You’re not riding with us?” Homer asked as Owen exited my Audi and threw the key at me.“I’m taking OB’s advice for once. I’m picking up my wife from school.”“Aw,” mimicked Owen in a girl’s voice.“Shut up. You can follow me or take a day off. Up to you.”“Without a bodyguard? No way, Winston. I still love my job, or I’ll clean toilets at Osmium.”“Fine by me.” I entered the driver’s seat and sped off toward
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 11 - A Mouthful or a Handful
MAVERICKWe arrived at the car dealer. Of course, everyone knew him.“Mr. Winston, we have something new that you might like,” said the man with a broad smile.“Not for me.” Lake didn’t let go of my hand. “For my wife.”My face flamed. Shit. I should get used to it.“Wife?” Even the dealer looked surprised. Now, I just became the person I loathed. “Congratulations.”“Maverick, pick a car so that we can eat.” Just like that— it was like shopping for a toy car or going to a grocery store to buy a carton of milk.“You know what, pick one for me.”“No.” He shook his head. “It’s your car. You choose the brand, engine, and color.”“Okay.” I took him to the cheapest cars on display. Fifty grand wasn’t even affordable, but that was the only cheapest car I could see. “How about this one?”“We have three colors available: black, red, and gray. That’s the latest model with 453 horsepower, 406 lb-ft of torque—”“Leave us for a moment.”When the man left, he looked right into my eyes. “Why don’t y
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 12 - Gabe Linden
LAKE“Lake Winston.” Gabe Linden grinned, the owner and chairman of Osmium Resource Group, one of the largest private military contractors in the world, who also happened to be a good friend. Osmium had a futuristic building that London called a donut. He may not have a Braddson blood, but he was a family.“Linden.” I held my hand out, but he pulled me into a bear hug instead.He looked at me for a moment, and when he did that, he knew I needed a favor, and it was something important.Linden started the Firm, a startup private investigator agency, from the ground up in a small studio room with his friends. Now, he ran a multi-billion dollar company, yet he remained down to earth.“What do you want, Winston?” He opened the door to his office.“Wow. Is that how you treat a client?” I stalked inside.“A client? A fucking Braddson-Winston is a client, huh?” He slumped his ass on his chair.“Just shut up and hear me out for a second.” I took a seat across from him.“Well, I’m a busy man. J
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 13 - Not the Ex
MAVERICKI’d been trying to concentrate back on studying since I got my books from my apartment, but I got distracted by Homer.“Ma’am, you can’t get in there. I told you Mr. Winston is not here.”I should have just studied in my room, but the view behind the window was spectacular.“Then why are you here?” a woman asked, sounding pissed.I turned my head, about to stand up from the couch, when I recognized that face—the beautiful blonde model.Shit. I thought she didn’t have access to Lake’s penthouse. Right now, I wanted to flee and disappear. Lake’s personal life was not my business, and it was clearly stated in the agreement.“I can call the security, and I’m allowed to apprehend you if you make any disturbance or create a scene. This penthouse is private property that my employer can sue you for trespassing. I’m warning you, Miss Wise.”“He’s not answering my call. He’s not in his office either.”“He’s a busy person, ma’am. Can I help you out now?”“I’m not going anywhere until I
Marrying the Mafia's Daughter Chapter 14 - Fire Away
MAVERICKIt was afternoon already, and I had to go to work at the Bazz. I changed to a new set of casual outfits. I grabbed the black designer crossbody bag and put my wallet and keys inside before I headed down, but I made sure that bitch wasn’t in the penthouse anymore.I knew this would happen, and it didn’t occur to me that it would be awkward and somehow hurt.“Did she leave?”“Yeah.” Homer looked distraught as he gave me my phone back. “Boss is pissed off.”“At you?”“Yes.”“Why would he? If anyone should be pissed with, it’s him or me.”“He didn’t see it that way.”“If he fires you, let me know, and I will break his nose and knee him in his nutsack.”Homer’s dark eyes lit up. “Let me take you to your work.”“Oh no. I’m good.”“He insists.”I rolled my eyes. “Let me guess, if I resist, he threatens to fire you.”“Something like that.”“Fine, but because I don’t want you to lose your job.”Forty-five minutes later, we arrived at the Bazz.“You can go home. I’ll be fine,” I said a
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