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Okay, 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 33: Rage In Red
Angelo The video played on a loop in my head, feeding the fire already raging in my chest. It was like I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Mya. In a club. With him. I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. My breathing was heavy, controlled, but I could feel it slipping—like a leash barely holding back a rabid dog. When he said the words, I didn’t believe him at first but then I asked him for proof and he sent a video and in the video was my beloved wife with another man’s hands all over her. I was on the brink of explosion and this damn woman was still sucking me off. It was barely pleasurable to begin with and I was just doing it to ease tension but now it was just plain disgusting. I wanted her off me this instant. “Get your head off me.” The woman on her knees shifted, looking up at me with confusion. “Angelo?” she purred, hands running up my chest. “You seem distracted, baby. Let me—” “Get out.” She blinked, her lips still glistening. “What?” I
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 34: A Line Crossed
I didn’t think. I just moved. One second, that bastard had his hands on Mya, his lips inches from hers. The next, she was yanked away and pressed against me, my arm locking around her waist like a steel trap. She stumbled into my chest, her breath hitching, the scent of her perfume flooding my senses. And then— CRACK. My fist collided with his face. The satisfying crunch of bone followed as his head snapped to the side. His drink slipped from his fingers, shattering against the floor, the liquid splattering over his expensive shoes. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The flashing club lights pulsed against the tension in the air. Conversations halted. Bodies froze. Every eye turned toward us. The music still thumped, the bass vibrating through my ribs, but all I could hear was the rage of my blood. That was supposed to end it. But then— The bastard laughed. A slow, dark chuckle as he wiped the blood from his lip. He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with mock
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 35: A Dangerous Game
The car was too quiet. I stared at the dark-tinted window, watching the blurred city lights pass by, my heart still hammering from the rush of the club. My skin felt warm, my body still buzzing from the alcohol, but it wasn’t just that. It was him. Angelo. I could still hear his voice. Low. Sharp. Threatening. “Say one more word about him. One more. And I swear to God, I’ll punish you so hard you won’t dare pull this stunt again.” A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t know why I felt so tense. He wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that. But my body still reacted. I didn’t want to be but I was scared of him, I was also thrilled by him, it was a hard line to balance. I stole a glance at him. He was sitting with his arms crossed, staring straight ahead. His jaw was locked, his shoulders stiff. His fingers twitched slightly against his bicep, like he was trying to hold something back. He looked… angry. And I didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like he cared what I did. He never had before.
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 36: Bad Girl
My heart pounded the entire ride home. I didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol still buzzing through my veins or the way Angelo looked—his jaw clenched, his fingers drumming sharply against his knee, his entire presence humming with restrain. I should have been terrified. Maybe I was. But there was something else, something unfamiliar curling in my stomach, making my breath unsteady. When we finally pulled into the driveway, he wasted no time. He got out first, then walked around to my side, opening my door. Even in his anger, he was still a gentleman. That shouldn’t have made my stomach flip, but it did. I stepped out hesitantly, my heels clicking against the pavement. I barely had a second to breathe before his fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me toward the house. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm—unrelenting. My heart started hammering. Something told me this wasn’t over. I expected him to let me go once we got inside, but he didn’t. He dragged me through
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride 37: You’re mine
I watched her kneeling before me, her expression a mix of embarrassment, uncertainty, and something else—something she probably didn’t even understand yet. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes stared up at me, waiting, expecting.And I realized something then.I wasn’t mad because of my reputation.That was just an excuse.I was mad because some bastard had touched her. Because I had walked into that club and seen her in another man’s arms, her body pressed up against him, her soft laughter spilling into the air like she belonged to him.I clenched my jaw, irritation crawling beneath my skin.She didn’t even know what she was doing.That was the worst part.Mya was clueless—so goddamn naive, it was frustrating. She didn’t realize how men looked at her. She didn’t understand that the world wasn’t as innocent as she thought.And now, here she was, kneeling in front of me, so completely unaware of the way her wrecked expression made something dark coil inside my c
Last Updated : 2025-03-17
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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
