“We’re sinners. If heaven exists, we’d never be allowed in. But you and I can rule hell together and I’d fuck you hard while we watch the world burn.” His cold lips left a hot trail of heat as it glided down her spine. “O- okay, Daddy.” She stuttered, gripping the sheets tightly and gasping for breath at the same time when fingers suddenly slid into her wet heat from behind. ~~~ She was betrothed to him since birth. Mya knew what was going to happen to her unfortunate life once she comes of age– she was going to be wedded to Angelo, a ruthless and dangerous Mafia Lord who makes the sky rain gore on a good day. And so on her wedding day, she eloped. That same day, she managed to turn into the most wanted criminal of the country. Mya went from running from Angelo, to being saved by him… but, not before paying a price. ———- Birthed by a monster and hardened by pain and violence, Angelo had turned into an emotionless psycho at the age of thirty-two. He had no intention of taking a bride from the onset, all he cared about was protecting his top spot in the country. In comes Mya– a supposed damsel in distress, only that this one has blood on her hands and scars maring her soul. Angelo was supposed to leave her to her wretched fate, but somehow, he found himself drawn to her. Perhaps, it was because there was something about her blue eyes that scratched at an instinct within him which he never knew existed. But she called him ‘Daddy’ once and nothing remained the same after that. Now he was going to protect her, fight her battles, and make her his queen.
Lihat lebih banyak1: Mya's POV
Strong fingers grabbed my chin, squishing my cheeks together and forcing me to look in the mirror. "Come on, sister, show me a big smile." The voice of my brother, Ryan, taunted. I glared at him through the mirror, my bright blue eyes shooting icy daggers at him. But my defiance only made him laugh and squeeze my cheeks to the point it hurt and made my eyes to water. "Oh come on," He cooed, his brows drawn together in a mockery of sadness. "Don't cry now you'll ruin your make-up. It's a happy day, you should be happy right now." I wanted his hands off me. My entire back was still stinging in pain from two nights ago, after he had whipped me till I passed out. And now he has the gall to look at me and tell me to smile. "Is she ready yet?" One of my three elder brothers, Carlos asked. "What's the fucking hold up?" My third brother, Nathan asked. Anger welled up inside me. I wish I had three knives. So I'd kill my brothers. Carlos and Nathan came closer, and the four of us stood reflected in the mirror. Carlos clicked his tongue and smacked Ryan's hand off my face. "You'll damage her face. That's the only good thing going for her." He said. Ryan rolled his eyes. "My bad." Hurt and pain and anger flashed through my body. My hands formed fists at my sides and I felt like screaming my head off. But I couldn't make a sound. I can't do anything against my brothers. They own my life, and today is proof of that. "What a hideous gown." Nathan said with disgust. "You picked it out." I couldn't control myself and snapped. "Oh yes, I did." He said, a devilish smile on his face. "That's enough now." Carlos announced sharply. "Let's get moving! Can't be late to our darling sister's wedding, can we?" Out of them all, I hate Carlos the most. He's he fucking devil. Today is my wedding day. And I feel nothing but dread. I'm off to marry a man I don't know or love, simply because I was "betrothed " To him at birth, and also because my brothers were so fucking selfish and evil. Carlos took my arm and hooked it with his, and a shiver of repulsion ran down my spine. I hate him. gods I hate him so fucking much. Things weren't always so bad. Up until five years ago when I still had a father. Sure he was a shitty father, no doubt. But now, I would choose him over these three devils I call my brothers. Dad left a huge amount of money behind after he died. He was a workaholic to a fault and we had good food, money, and a fancy house because of that. Until tragedy struck. Father also left a huge debt behind—my betrothal. If the debt had been paid off with a good part of the money he left behind, all would have been fine and I wouldn’t have to marry a monster now. But no. My brothers decided to squander the entire money. They chose to waste it rather than save their little sister from an arranged marriage. There was enough money to pay that debt ten times over. "What's the point? You'll end up in the kitchen anyway." Carlos had said when I pleaded with him to pay off the debt. I was made a maid in my father's house. I sometimes starved while they had the most luxury foods money could buy. They lived like kings, with different whores hanging off their arms and I lived like a slave. "You'll be gone soon, to your mansion with your husband." Just two days ago, I tried to run. But Ryan found me and dragged me all the way back. He whipped my back raw because of that, the pain still fresh right now. Now I'm stuck with this wedding. And I plan to escape after it no matter what. The wedding was gonna be a quiet one. My soon to be husband apparently didn't like a crowd, and he requested for a short and scanty wedding. I was filled with sadness, because this was going to make it very hard for me to escape if there were so very few people. But at the same time, the less people know about my wedding, the better. I'd be able to blend back into society when I escape, and my face won't be all over the Internet as the bride of the Mafia Lord. That's right. My betrothed is the Mafia lord of this country. Of all people, it had to be the man whose reputation precedes him. It had to be the man who is rumored to make the sky rain blood on a good day. I've never spoken to him before, I have only seen a few glimpses of him. Back when my father was alive, as a council member in a budding mafia gang, on a few occasions after I clocked fifteen, he would take me to some events along with my brothers. I sometimes saw the mafia lord on those occasions, just small glimpse because everyone was too scared of him to gawk at him for too long. Back then I hadn’t even known i was betrothed to anyone, much less him. My heart ached as I remembered my father. Ever since he died, things have been so difficult. My brothers never took me to gatherings for me to socialize like other girls of age here in the mafia world . They practically locked me in our mansion, made me their slave and turned my life to hell. I used to think that my father was a monster with how he raised us all with an iron fist and also betrothed me to someone when I was only a baby! But compared to my brothers, my father is a saint. "You're shaking," Carlos's deep voice pulls me from my dark thoughts. I turned to look at him, and he had that look in his eyes. Hunger. My stomach churned and I looked away in disgust. "I'm fine." I said. Among all my brothers, I hate Carlos the most. My skin crawls each time he gets close to me. He knows that, and he gets off of it. He gets off to my pain, and my cries. He's a fucking sick bastard. "You'll be fine," He said, his hand on my arm moving down to my fingers lightly. "It's just marriage. You keep your mouth shut, keep him fed and fucked, and he won't have to blow your brains out." I gagged silently. Bastard. Stop touching me! I hate you! His touch makes me want to wash my entire body in bleach till I've scrubbed the top layer of my skin off. Surely I've done that before, and that only caused more troubles for me. Painful memories of all those long years filled my head. The times when he would force me to touch him in inappropriate ways, while I cried but no one could do anything about it even if I dared to voice out. No one could help me. And he did it, over and over again. Don't think about it, Mya. It's in the past now. Should I be happy that I'm finally leaving this wretched house? But how can I be happy when I'm going into an even worse hell? I want to die. ******* We arrived at the church, and Carlos held my hand and walked me up to the front doors. This was the same church that mother frequented when she was alive. If she knew that her daughter was being forced to marriage here, what will she do? Probably nothing. Seeing as she died and left us all alone. We walked into the cathedral, and all heads turned to us. All heads was a bit too much, as I counted nine people present, none of them familiar faces. My eyes were instantly drawn to the man who stood at the altar beside the priest, and my heart rate quickened. It was a large cathedral. But his presence filled the air. Like a black hole that sucked everything to itself. The closer I got, the more I shivered. His presence was physical, like a cold hand clasped around my throat. I'd never felt anything like it before. Every cell in my body yelled for me to turn and run. Carlos stopped me in front of the altar and handed me over. I walked up the steps of the altar and stood in front of him. My goodness he was huge. He dwarfed me, taller by two solid heads. He looked at me, his dark green eyes blank but very beautiful. His hair was parted at the side and brushed back, black and shiny. His face was perfection, I've never seen a man as hot as him. His face angles were sharp, his cheekbones high and defined, his jaw a sharp square and defined. He has a sensuous mouth, and his lips looks really soft. But those eyes...I felt like I was been scrutinized down to my soul. This... this is the man I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lovers in holy matrimony," The voice of the priest lifted and filled the space. A shudder ran down my spine. This is it. No going back. Fear gripped my heart and paralyzed me. I could barely hear what the priest was saying. When my lips moved to form the words "I do," I had no idea. In five minutes, it was over. I was so drained in fear that I didn't hear when the priest pronounced us man and wife then gave us permission to kiss till my new husband stepped forward. I instinctively pulled back, scared out of my damned wits. But Angelo, my new husband, didn’t seem fazed as he reached out and lifted the veil. His brows furrowed slightly as his eyes dragged over my face, before his yes moved down to my mouth. Ah shit. I'm married already? He leaned closer to me, and I pulled my head back. He clicked his tongue, and the next thing knew he grabbed my chin firmly and forced me to stay still. He leaned closer again, and I stopped breathing, right before he hesitated, lips hovering above mine. His lips pressed to my cheek, close to the corner of my lips. To the naked eye, we kissed. But only I could hear the words he whispered to me.Mya Everything happened too fast.One second, Angelo was standing in the doorway, his expression carved from stone. The next, he was on the man, wrenching him off me and throwing the first punch so hard it sent the other man stumbling back against the wall.A sickening crack echoed in the small space.But Angelo didn’t stop.Another punch. Then another. His movements were precise—but furious. He fought like a man who had done this before, like he knew exactly how much force to use to inflict the most damage.The man fought back, throwing wild swings, but Angelo was quicker. He dodged with ease, delivering another brutal hit to his ribs. A choked grunt filled the room as the man staggered, but Angelo caught him by the collar, dragging him forward and slamming him against the wall.“Stay the hell away from my wife,” Angelo growled, his voice low and freaking dangerous.The man wiped blood from his lip, then chuckled—a dark, mocking sound. “Your wife?” He spat to the side, shaking his h
The moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, I felt out of place. You’d think having attended a handful of these parties would make you used to the kind of crowd but there was just no getting used to it. The chandeliers above sparkled, casting golden light over the elegantly dressed guests. The men wore sleek suits, the women dressed in shimmering gowns, soft laughter and practiced conversations filling the air. But none of that mattered. Not when Angelo’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist. Not when his touch sent heat curling through my body, making it nearly impossible to think straight. I had been trying to keep my thoughts in check since last night at the club. I really had. But every time I was near him, every time he touched me, my mind went places it shouldn’t. And tonight, in this dress that clung to every curve, in his arms as we posed for photos, my brain had completely betrayed me. Why is he holding me so tight? I felt his fingers press against the small of my
Angelo I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly, but it did nothing to clear my mind. My thoughts were a tangled mess, She was always getting herself into messes, it wasn’t weird that she had finally made one of my mind.I clenched my fists, staring blankly at the reports scattered across my desk. I had always liked control. In every part of my life. Business, relationships—everything had to be on my terms. In the bedroom, that control was absolute. The way I commanded, the way I dictated every touch, every sound, every reaction. Having someone submit to me, to let go of all their control and simply obey—it had always been intoxicating. It made something in my head click right.And I had always liked being called Daddy.It wasn’t just about the word. It was what it meant.Trust.Surrender.Obedience.But only in the bedroom.Only when I wanted it.Only when it meant nothing outside of that.So why the hell had it shaken me when she said it outside of it?Mya was different.Tha
AngeloThe city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the glass reflecting the soft glow of my desk lamp. It was late, but that didn’t matter. Work never truly ended. Stacks of contracts sat in front of me, neatly arranged after hours of reviewing, signing, and approving. The weight of running an empire never got lighter, no matter how many capable hands I had beneath me.I had quite a number of people running different companies and branches of everything I own all around the world and at the end of the day.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The upcoming anniversary event for this company was something I had barely thought about. It was just another obligation—something to show my presence, shake a few hands, and remind people why they needed to keep doing business with me.But now, things were different.Mya.She wasn’t supposed to be part of this. When I married her, I never intended to let her too far into my world. It was supposed to be
I wanted to die.Right there, on the spot. Just let the ground swallow me whole and never let me come back.I stared at him, horrified, as the weight of what I’d just said crashed down on me.“Yes, Daddy.”Oh. My. God.Kill me. Now.Somebody please drive a stake through my fucking heart and put an end to my suffering.His fingers dropped from my chin so fast, like my skin had burned him. And the look on his face? I didn’t even know what to call it. Shock? Confusion? Whatever it was, it made my stomach twist painfully.For a second, I thought maybe I could take it back, erase it somehow. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe I’d imagined the whole thing.But I knew better.Because he had heard me.And now, he was looking at me like… like I was something strange.Heat flooded my face. I could feel it creeping up my neck, burning my ears, making my whole body hum with mortification.“I—I take that back,” I stammered weakly. My voice didn’t even sound like mine.His face gave nothing away.And t
MyaThe Next MorningI woke up feeling... I don’t know, calmer, better, rested. Whatever you chose to call itThat was the first thing I noticed.For the first time in a long while, I had slept through the night without tossing and turning. No nightmares, no overthinking until dawn—just deep, uninterrupted sleep.Then, as I sat up, the memories from last night came crashing back. My mind could have at least given me a second to breathe.My face heated instantly.Oh my God.The club. The dancing. Him. The way he held me, touched me, whispered things into my ear and made my knees feel like jelly.And then… what I had done after.I groaned and buried my face in my hands.What was wrong with me?Shaking off the embarrassment, I got out of bed, determined to act normal. I wasn’t going to think about it. I wasn’t going to let him get into my head again. If I didn’t think about it, then it didn’t happen. I don’t know how logical that was just at least it was working. Out of mind, out of emba
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. But it was too late. His dark eyes flicked toward me, and without hesitation, he said, “Yes.” Like he opened his fucking mouth and said yes. He actually admitted to leaving the house to sleep with whores as if we didn’t just have the most erotic moment of my life in the club. The air between us turned heavy and I forgot how to breathe. I stared at him, speechless. He didn’t even try to soften the blow, didn’t bother to offer an excuse. Just yes, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like it didn’t matter. Like I didn’t matter. Something inside me deflated. All the stupid thoughts I’d been having—the wondering, the overthinking, the ridiculous idea that maybe, just maybe, tonight had meant something to him—vanished in an instant. Of course, it hadn’t. I felt stupid. I forced my expression to stay blank, biting the inside of my cheek. “Well, have fun, then.” He huffed out a quiet laugh, setting his glass down. “
The car was too quiet, save for the sound of the engine but even that was not enough to drown the sound of the pounding of my chest.I kept my gaze on the window, watching the blurred lights of the city speed past, though I wasn’t really seeing anything.My body still burned.My skin still tingled where his hands had been.Where his lips had touched.I clenched my fists on my lap, my nails digging into my palm as if that would ground me, as if that would make me forget the way he had moved my body like I belonged to him.I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.I wasn’t supposed to want more.“Mya.”His voice was low, cutting through the silence, making my heart jump.I swallowed and nodded stiffly, still not looking at him. “I’m fine.”I could feel his eyes on me, it was hot.But I didn’t meet them.I couldn’t.Because if I did, he would know.He would see everything—the confusion, the heat, the desperate way I was trying to pull myself together.He said nothing after that, and I was grat
MyaThe moment his lips touched my throat, I forgot how to breathe.A sharp gasp escaped me as his mouth moved, slow and sexy, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. My head tilted before I even realized it, my body instinctively giving him more access. The bass of the music throbbed through the club, matching the beat of my heart. My heart was pounding so loud, it was starting to seem louder than the club speakers.This was all for show.It was a performance, nothing more.Then why did I feel like I was about to come undone?Angelo’s hands gripped my waist, firm but not forceful, as he adjusted me in his lap. I barely had time to process before I felt his palm slide up my spine, working his way through the thin fabric of my top. The other hand remained on my hip, guiding me into a slow grind on his lap.I swallowed hard.“Relax,” he murmured against my skin, the low rasp of his voice sending a shiver down my back. His lips brushed my ear as he continued, “Everyone is look
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