MYA
The soft click of the bathroom door lock sounded louder in my ears than it should have. I leaned my back against the cold wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. My heart raced in my chest, so loud I could hear it pounding in the silence. Married. I was fucking married. My chest tightened as my mind spiralled. How had I let it happen? When did I even say “I do”? The words had slipped out of my lips, but I couldn’t remember speaking them. It was all a blur—a horrible, suffocating blur of whispers, stares, and his piercing green eyes. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my dress. The silk fabric felt smooth under my fingers, but the sensation did little to calm my nerves. My gaze darted around the bathroom, taking in everything. I stared at myself in the mirror, the veil was gone, but my makeup was still intact, though I could feel the cracks forming beneath it. And then there was the kiss. My stomach twisted. His lips hadn’t even touched mine, not really. But the ghost of that moment lingered, burning like a brand on my skin. He’d kissed my cheek, murmuring words only I could hear. “How old are you?” The question had been so unexpected, so bizarre. His voice, deep and smooth, had sent a shiver down my spine. And I’d been too terrified to answer him, my throat locked up. I hadn’t even managed a nod. Why had he asked that? Did he think I was too young? Too old? A million thoughts raced through my head. I clenched my fists to steady my shaking hands, but it didn’t help. I wasn’t staying. There was no way I could go home with him tonight. I squeezed my eyes shut, drawing in a shaky breath. I have to escape. That was the plan—had been the plan since this whole nightmare started. Everyone knew who he was. My brothers, as cruel as they were, spoke his name with fear laced in their voices. He wasn’t just a man; he was a monster. The stories about him weren’t whispered in back alleys; they were shouted in broad daylight. A killer. A psychopath. The Mafia Lord. And now… my husband. I choked back a laugh that sounded more like a sob. How could this be my life? Forced into marriage to pay off a debt that wasn’t even mine? Betrayed by my own flesh and blood? Trapped in a cage I couldn’t see but felt all the same? I have to get out tonight. But how? My mind raced, formulating and discarding plans. There were so few people here, no crowd to slip into, no cover to hide under. But that also meant fewer eyes watching me. Fewer people to stop me. I couldn’t go back home, not after my marriage. My brothers wouldn’t let me in. Ryan’s whip still haunted my back, that was what awaited me if I dared return. But going with Angelo? I couldn’t even imagine what he’d do. My brothers were afraid of him for a reason. A sudden knock on the bathroom door startled me, and my breath hitched. “Mya,” my new husband’s voice came through, deep and steady. No. No. No. I stared at the door as if it might open on its own. My body froze, and my mind screamed at me to do something. Say something. Anything. “Mya,” he said again, his tone calm but firm. “Are you alright in there?” Was I alright? What kind of question was that? I clenched my fists, biting my lip to keep from crying out. Maybe if I stayed quiet, he’d leave. My legs felt like jelly as I forced myself to stand. The last thing I wanted was to anger him. Rumours about his temper swirled in my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. With trembling hands, I unlocked the door and opened it just a crack. His green eyes immediately found mine, narrowing slightly. He was even taller up close. “You’ve been in here a while,” he said, his voice low but not unkind. “Is something wrong?” I shook my head quickly, my throat too dry to form words. He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Are you always this quiet?” “No,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. His brows lifted, and for a moment, I thought I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came. “You’re pale,” he said, his gaze sweeping over me. “Have you eaten today?” The question caught me off guard. Eaten? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a proper meal. But why did he care? “I’m fine,” I said quickly, my voice shaky. “Do you not want to marry me?” His unexpected words were calm, but they struck like a thunderclap. I blinked up at him, my breath catching. I wanted to scream, No, I don’t! I wanted to tell him this wasn’t my choice, that I’d been shoved into this nightmare against my will. But my voice betrayed me. Instead, I swallowed hard and lied. “I… I do.” An amused laugh rumbled from him, low and disbelieving. “You’ll have to do a better job at lying than that if you want to be convincing.” Heat flooded my cheeks, and I looked away, my fists clenching at my sides. Damn him. How dare he mock me when he was the reason I was in this mess? He took a step closer, his presence swallowing the air between us. “What’s your name?” My head snapped up, my eyes wide with shock. “You don’t know my name?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe. “No.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. He’d agreed to marry me, yet he didn’t even know my name? How was that possible? “It’s Mya,” I muttered, barely loud enough to be heard. “Mya.” He said it slowly, like he was testing the weight of the name on his tongue. “You weren’t what I expected.” My brows furrowed, and for a moment, I almost asked him what he meant. But his face gave nothing away, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. He didn’t elaborate, instead tilting his head slightly. “Are you ready to leave soon?” Panic clawed at my chest. Leave? With him? “I… I just need a few more minutes.” His gaze lingered on me for a beat too long, and I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t question me further. Finally, he nodded and stepped back. “Alright, take all the time you need.” Without another word, he turned and walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing like a countdown to my doom. As soon as he was out of sight, I ducked back into the restroom and locked the door behind me. Fuck. I glanced at the mirror, my reflection pale and trembling. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself. “You have to.” The plan came together in pieces, each step clearer as the minutes ticked by. There were maids everywhere, bustling about with trays and cleaning supplies. If I could blend in, no one would notice me leaving. I adjusted the sash on my dress and slipped out of the restroom, keeping my head down as I moved through the hallways. My heart raced with every step, but no one stopped me. My gaze darted from door to door, searching for a room that might have what I needed. Finally, I found it. A maid’s closet. The outfit wasn’t a perfect fit, but it would have to do. I tucked my hair under the small cap, adjusted the hem of the dress, and grabbed a dusting cloth for added effect. My wedding gown lay crumpled in a corner, abandoned like the life I was leaving behind. Blending in was easier than I’d expected. The other maids were too busy to notice me, their hurried movements providing the perfect cover. I kept my head down and moved with purpose, my hands trembling as I gripped the cloth. The exit was just ahead. I could see the door, the dark night waiting beyond it. My heart pounded as I quickened my pace, each step bringing me closer to freedom. When I successfully escaped, I almost cried from joy, but I was too nervous to dare stop for a second. I kept running and running, past dark, unfamiliar streets as the sky darkened… till I was suddenly grabbed and pulled off the road, my screams muffled and my limbs instantly getting tied up. A voice, low and unfamiliar. “She’ll do. She’s sexy and pretty.” Before I could react, an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I struggled, thrashing against the hold, but the grip was unyielding. “Albeit too skinny, she looks very bendable. She She’s a perfect catch,” another voice said, chuckling darkly. My scream was muffled by a cloth pressed to my face. A sickly-sweet scent filled my nose, burning my lungs and making my vision blur. My body grew heavy, my limbs refusing to obey as the world tilted around me. “No,” I tried to say, but the word came out as a weak whimper. The last thing I heard before the darkness claimed me was the sound of a car door slamming shut and someone muttering, “What a night.”MYA When I regained consciousness, the world was spinning and my head was throbbing like it would soon fall off my head. My body felt like it had been tossed around, and the cold, hard ground beneath me did little to ease the discomfort. I blinked, forcing my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting around me. The air reeked of sweat and it made it really hard to breathe. It took me a moment to realize where I was.I was in a narrow dark alleyway, huge scary men surrounded me having a discussion right above my head. “She looks good enough. How much?”“Better than most we find. Let’s start the bidding at five hundred.”Five hundred? My mind scrambled to catch up. Bidding? What the hell is going on?Panic set in. They were talking about me. I was their bargaining chip. My stomach churned as fear coursed through my veins.I inched back, desperate to put some distance between myself and the men. My movements were slow, my limbs barely making a sound. I needed to escape now that they wer
MYAWANTED! The room was stifling, and every beat of my heart echoed loudly in my ears as I tried to steady my trembling hands. The man’s body sprawled on the floor, and panic consumed me. I had no time to waste; someone would come looking for him soon.I took a shaky breath and glanced around the room. The least I could do was make it seem like nothing had happened—at least for a while. I dragged his limp body toward the bed and positioned him as though he were sleeping. My stomach churned at the way his head rolled to one side, blood trickling from the bash on his temple.It wasn’t perfect, but it might buy me some time.I cracked the door open and peeked into the dimly lit hallway. It was quiet except for the muffled voices in the distance. My heart raced as I stepped out, shutting the door gently behind me.I hadn’t made it far when I heard a familiar voice.“There you are,” the boss said, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked me over. He crossed his arms, leaning casual
ANGELO “An heir,” they said. “The continuation of the family line is paramount.” I didn’t care about heirs, about continuing some legacy that felt more like a curse. Marriage wasn’t something I wanted—not now, not ever.But the noise wouldn’t stop. Their insistence had grown louder lately, and I’d run out of excuses to push them away. Then Victor, my most trusted advisor, had reminded me of a long-forgotten contract.“The girl your father betrothed you to when you were about eleven—have you considered calling in that agreement?” Victor had asked, his voice calm but purposeful.I’d frowned, trying to erase any memory of the arrangement. “You’re joking,” I muttered. “That was years ago. That contract is as good as dead.”Victor shook his head. “Her family never annulled it. They owed your father a considerable debt, and as far as we know, they haven’t paid it off. Legally, the arrangement still stands.”I leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the edge of my desk. “A
MYA TIT FOR TAT I stared at the unfamiliar room, disoriented, before everything that happened the previous day came rushing back. The wedding. The running. The almost becoming a whore. Angelo. I sat up, my hands instinctively flying to my body. I checked between my legs, my clothes. Everything seemed intact. My dress wasn’t torn, and there was no pain, no soreness between my legs. That was good, I guess. I clutched the blanket, I was utterly confused. Was this really the same man everyone feared? The man with a reputation so terrifying even my brothers, who thought they were invincible, trembled at the mere mention of his name? Maybe he was toying with me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Maybe last night had been a show of restraint so he could enjoy watching me squirm before pouncing when I least expected it. The thought sent shivers down my spine. I pushed the covers aside and slipped out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor. I made my way to the adjoinin
MYAI stared at Angelo, His voice was calm, like he wasn’t saying the most humiliating thing I’d ever heard. I felt like I was shrinking in front of him, and there was nowhere to hide.“I don’t fuck virgins,” he said with a hint of finality as if that was the end of the conversation.My cheeks burned, and I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “I’m not a child,” I said, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. It was nowhere close to intimidating.His eyebrows rose slightly, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, really?” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Then tell me, what do you know about sex?”I don’t know what I was expecting but this question was definitely not it. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I knew the basics, sure—what everyone my age knew—but I didn’t have an answer that would satisfy him. He was older, experienced, and there was no way I could bluff my way through this conversation.“Exactly,” he said when I stayed silent.
MYA SHOPPING SPREE The car ride was silent, but not the comfortable kind. It was crazily awkward and I was sure as hell that if we could hear each other’s thoughts, it would be so noisy. I sat stiffly in my seat, my hands clasped tightly on my lap, trying to appear composed like I wasn’t having a full blown conversation in my head. Angelo drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his lap. His face was unreadable, his eyes focused on the road. I sneaked a glance at him, wondering how someone could look so calm while being so intimidating. He made me feel so small. I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust without drawing attention to myself. The leather creaked slightly, and I froze, feeling his gaze avert toward me briefly before returning to the road. “You’re too tense,” he said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the tension. I blinked, caught off guard. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly. He didn’t respond, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almos
MYAAMBUSHThe sound of voices yelling outside the store made me flinch. My heart raced, pounding so loudly in my chest I was certain everyone around could hear it.This was it, wasn’t it? They’d storm in, grab me, and drag me out like an animal. I tried to think of some way—any way—to save myself, but nothing came. Where would I even go?I glanced toward Angelo. He stood near the entrance. The sheer contrast between his calmness and my panic made my terror feel even worse. How could he stand there, so unbothered? Didn’t he care that the entire Carson family’s guards were outside, demanding my head?“Stay where you are,” Angelo said without looking at me, his voice low and unbelievably confident. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command, one that sent a shiver down my spine.The shouting outside grew more aggressive. The words were muffled, but I caught bits and pieces—“murderer,” “justice,” “boss’s blood.” My stomach twisted. If Angelo handed me over, I’d be dead before I could plead
MYA“HOME”My pulse still hadn’t settled, and I gripped my hands tightly together to stop them from trembling. My heart was beating so hard, if was almost painful. I had never been so close to violence before. I had never seen a man shot. And yet, Angelo had done it so effortlessly, as if he was swatting away an annoying fly.“Are you okay?”I jumped at the sound of his voice, turned toward him quickly, embarrassed at my reaction. He wasn’t even looking at me, his gaze was fixed on his phone. Still, I could feel his attention, as if he could see every thought running through my mind.“I—I’m fine,” I stammered, though my voice sounded anything but convincing. “Thank you for… what you did back there.”He didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge my gratitude. I wanted to say something else—anything to break the silence—but I wasn’t sure what words would come out if I tried.Angelo finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Do you see now how much danger you’re in?”I turned to look at him a
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
We’re fixing this—tonight?I blink at him, my brain still catching up. “Wait… tonight?”Angelo looks completely unbothered. “The earlier, the better.”I feel my stomach churn with unease. There’s something about the way he says it that makes me nervous, like he’s already thought this through, like he’s already made up his mind about whatever’s going to happen next.I swallow, hesitating before I ask, “And… how exactly are we fixing this?”He exhales through his nose, his gaze sharp as he looks at me. “We’re going to my club.”I frown. “Your club?”“Yes. And while we’re there, we’re going to give the public what they want.”I don’t like the way he says that. I don’t like the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curve just slightly—like he’s anticipating my reaction.I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean?”He tilts his head, as if debating whether to explain it gently or just rip off the bandage. Unfortunately for me, he chooses the latter.“I mean, we’re going to act like an extrem
MyaThe midday sun was warm against my skin as I wandered aimlessly around the estate grounds, the soft crunch of gravel beneath my slippers the only sound in the quiet afternoon. The guards trailed behind me at a respectable distance, their presence was a reminder that I wasn’t truly free.I could go anywhere. The city was at my disposal. A drive to the beach, a high-end shopping spree, even a casual visit to one of the upscale cafés I used to frequent before my life became this.But I was not in the mood.Not after this morning.My conversation with Angelo had been—humiliating. Infuriating, too. He had spoken to me like I was some naïve child who didn’t know what she wanted. As if I were clueless, inexperienced—incapable of making ny own decisions.And the worst part? I had been flustered. My cheeks were rosy and I suddenly became mute like said child. I basically proved him right and I wish I could go back in time to undo the nonsense I did.My stomach twisted at the memory of him
The day had been long, unbearably so. The meetings had dragged on, each one more tedious than the last, and my patience had worn thin hours ago. Every person in that damn room had seen the headlines this morning—I could feel it in the way they spoke, in the way they stole glances at me when they thought I wouldn’t notice.It was the silent judgment that grated on my nerves the most. The unspoken questions lingering in the air. Is the marriage fake? Is she cheating? Does he even care?The worst part? The whispers had already started.I needed to shut them down. Fast.I was now standing outside a dimly lit warehouse, I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had settled in my muscles. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and metal, the usual industrial stench of places like these. My two closest friends, stood beside me, both watching me closely.They weren’t fools. They could tell something was off.“So,” Marco started, his voice light, almost amused. “Did you see