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24: One Scream Away
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2025-02-04 23:32:14
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Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 25: phone call
ANGELOThe door to her room was cracked open, and for some reason, I found myself hesitating. It was late, and I should’ve already left for the night, but something made me linger. Pushing the door open just enough to peek in, I saw her lying there. She was curled up on the bed, her bandaged hand resting against the pillow, her chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. The light from the lamp cast a warm light over her face, making her look... fucking beautiful and peaceful too. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, watching her.She was beautiful and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t exaggerate it even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to acknowledge it, but it was impossible not to notice. Her lashes were dark against her cheeks, and the way her lips parted slightly as she slept—it was distracting. Too distracting.I thought back to this morning. The panicked scream, the sight of her clutching
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 26: lust?
Angelo I adjusted my cufflinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight was the last function we had to endure before returning home. This trip had been strangely peaceful, even if it came with its share of trouble. I hadn’t worked much, which was unusual for me. Instead, I’d spent days idling, something I wasn’t accustomed to. And then there was her. My so-called wife. She had been... present in ways I hadn’t seen coming. Her clumsiness, her nervous energy, her stubborn little quirks—it was all becoming a distraction. A distraction I couldn’t afford. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tightened my tie. Returning home couldn’t come soon enough. At least then, I could slip back into my routine—work, focus, control. The past few days had left me feeling oddly horny, and I knew exactly why. I hadn’t been able to shake this persistent tension in my body, a tension I was determined to resolve once we were back. “Angelo?” Her voice was soft, hesitant, coming from b
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-03Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 27: Bikers Attack
The morning we left the villa, I found myself unusually eager to head back home to Italy. This entire trip had been a whirlwind—one moment I was hiding from gunfire, the next, I was head over heels for Angelo’s effortless charm and sharp looks. The man had a way of taking up my head space, even when he was quiet. I smoothed the hem of my dress as I stepped into the car, determined not to overthink anything on the journey. It was a sleek, black luxury vehicle that screamed Angelo in every way—demure, commanding, and just a little intimidating. He was already inside, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his suit impeccable. His head tilted slightly as he glanced my way. “Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low. Of course I wasn’t comfortable. How could I be? “Yes,” I replied, trying to sound just as relaxed, though my heart was racing. As the car began to move, the gentle hum of the engine filled the air. I looked outside because it was the safest choice, staring anywhere el
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-04Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 28: A cheating husband
Mya Back in my room, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Being home brought a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed. After everything that happened on the trip—the near-accident, the tension with Angelo, the endless emotional twists—it was good to be in a space that felt like mine, where I could think clearly. I stretched out on my bed, letting myself sink into the softness. My mind wouldn’t stop wandering, though. It kept going back to that moment on the plane. When Angelo’s hands had slipped under me, ready to lift me up, and then our eyes met. Those few seconds felt like forever, his gaze holding mine as if he were searching for something. I don’t think I’d ever been more tense in my entire life, the feeling was one of a kind and it was definitely something that I wasn’t going to be forgetting anytime soon. The way he’d pulled back after that, as if burned, left a strange ache in my chest. He dropped me like a hot towel as soon as he could and that hurt more than I would
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-05Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 29: sexy sinner
Mya The next night Angelo didn’t come home until late, I’d been waiting in the living room with a book I wasn’t really reading. When I heard the front door click open, I couldn’t help but look up, feeling something close to relief at the sound of his footsteps. But that relief was short-lived when he walked in, his shirt rumpled, hair tousled, and that same scent of perfume lingering in the air around him. “Goodnight,” he said, his tone indifferent as he walked past me without a second glance. I nodded, swallowing the questions that rose to my throat. “Goodnight,” I murmured, but he was already halfway up the stairs. The next night was the same. He left before I even woke up, and when he returned, it was late, and he looked just as rough. The faint lipstick mark on his collar didn’t go unnoticed. I didn’t say anything, though. What could I possibly say? By the third night, I told myself I wouldn’t wait up for him. It wasn’t like I had any reason to. Yet there I was again, curled
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 30: do whatever you want
Mya I wrinkled my nose as I averted my gaze. He reeked of feminine perfume and that irked me. It made me feel irritated and I cursed myself for not noticing the different scent clinging to his heady cologne. Perhaps if I had noticed that, I’d not have asked him to wait. The thought of what he was clearly doing before returning home made me uncomfortable. “Couldn’t this wait until morning?” he asked, his voice calm and a little irritated, like he had somewhere better to be. I shook my head quickly, deciding to get on with it. “No. You’d be gone before I woke up.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Fine. Go on, then.” I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I… I just wanted to thank you,” I began, my voice lower than I intended, almost shaky but I had that in control. His brow arched, and he crossed his arms. “Thank me? For what?” “For helping me,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “For making sure I’m… safe here. For everything so
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 31: A Night Out
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my fingers smoothing down the fabric of my dress for the hundredth time. It clung to my body in a way that felt weird—flattering, but weird. The deep wine-red colour brought out my skin tone, and the neckline dipped just enough to be daring without making me feel completely exposed. The hem ended a few inches above my knees, not too short, but definitely shorter than anything I usually wore.I swallowed hard, my reflection staring back at me with uncertainty. Is this a bad idea? I mean, should I really be doing this?I had never been to a club before. My brothers had always kept me sheltered, treating me like I was made of glass. It was not because they cared about me though, they didn’t give two holts about my safety, all they cared about was me taking care of all their chores, fucking animals.Meanwhile, the few friends I had back home would talk endlessly about their wild nights out—dancing, drinking, meeting new people. I had always list
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-09Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 32: What’s Mine
I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping against the polished wood of the long conference table. The room was filled with the faint scent of cigars and cologne, mingling with the tension hanging in the air. My council members sat in their usual seats, their eyes cautious, calculating. Some of them were older, men who had been part of my father’s empire before I took over. They rarely spoke unless necessary. The younger ones, my cousins, had fewer reservations. They weren’t afraid to push, to prod—because they knew they had their own weight in this business. I never liked dealing with them. Family by blood, yes, but never by choice. They were only here because their presence benefited my organization, and they knew it. They also knew I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect. The meeting had been going smoothly so far—updates on shipments, financial reports, discussions on security. Nothing unexpected. Until one of my cousins, Marco, leaned forward in his seat, tapping his ring against the ta
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10
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Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 51: you belong 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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 50: Don’t Play Innocent
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 49: SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS”
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 48: Yes Daddy
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 47: Embarrassed
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 46: Fantasies and Reality
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 45: fuck me
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. “
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 44: act fool
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
Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 43: Fire To My Bones
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
