All Chapters of Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANGELO The sun was setting as I sat on the terrace with Marco and Nico, the only two people I’d ever really been friends with. Nico and I had been friends since we were kids and Marco, I met along the way. Marco was leaning back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, while Nico nursed a glass of whiskey while watching me like a hawk.“So,” Marco started, his voice dripping with amusement, “how was the wedding night?”I shot him a glare. “Don’t start.”“Come on, man,” Marco said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t tell me she wasn’t willing to call you daddy.”Nico snorted, nearly choking on his drink. “You know you can always let her go if she doesn’t call you daddy. Get a new one.”“Enough,” I snapped, though I could feel the heat rising to my face. These idiots knew exactly how to push my buttons, and they’d been doing it since we were way younger, especially since the moment they discovered one of the things I liked in the bedroom- being called daddy.

MYATHE WEDDINGThe sound of such sweet music at my own wedding should have been soothing but only made my heart pound faster. The air was thick and I was almost defeated by the murmur of a thousand voices, all eyes were on the end of the aisle where Angelo stood waiting. My fingers clenched tightly around my brother’s arm as he walked me forward. My legs felt like lead.My dress was a masterpiece, it trailed behind me, so long it required two attendants to manage it. I should have felt beautiful in it, and maybe I did for a fleeting second when I first saw myself in the mirror. But now, all I could feel was the weight—both literal and figurative. The dress was suffocating, the corset was digging into my ribs, but it was nothing compared to the pressure of the stares and the cameras flashing so bright, they were threatening to blind me.Carlos, My eldest brother and the one I hated the most, walked beside me with the most calm expression, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes ever

MYAIt was hard to breathe with them around me. The air suddenly felt thick and toxic and I wanted nothing more than for them to move the fuck away. I forced myself to stay seated, my hands gripping the edge of the table to keep me from trembling. Their presence always brought unease, but now, surrounded by a room full of strangers, I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t before.“We’re here to congratulate you, Mya,” Carlos said, his voice smooth and disgusting. His eyes scanned me, and I resisted the urge to flinch.“Congratulations,” Nathan added, though his tone was far from warm.I didn’t believe them. I never believed them. “What do you really want?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, though my heart pounded.Carlos, the animal who had touched in very wrong ways in the past inched closer, his lips curling into a smirk that made my skin crawl. “We just want to see how our dear little sister is doing. And, of course, we’re curious,” he said, his tone mocking. “Has your husband finally mad

MYA The silence was short-lived. Angelo leaned back, his arms resting casually on the seat, though his tone was anything but casual when he finally spoke. “My enemies have tripled overnight because of you.”I froze. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My hands clenched into fists on my lap, and my heart began to race. A wave of guilt swept over me, so powerful that I felt sick.“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered, unable to meet his gaze. My mind spiralled with worst-case scenarios. What if he regretted marrying me? What if he blamed me for all of this? My thoughts grew darker, imagining him taking out his frustrations on me—what if he hit me or abandoned me entirely?“Hey,” his voice softened, breaking through the storm of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”I shook my head slightly, still staring at my lap. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.“For what?” he asked, his tone curious rather than accusatory.“For making things harder for you,” I said, my voice barely audible.He shifted in his seat, le

MYAAs I followed Angelo down the grand staircase, the faint creak of the polished wood under our feet seemed to echo louder than necessary. His calm voice broke the silence between us.“I’ll order food for us,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. His tone was casual, but there was something definitive about it. “You don’t have to cook while we’re here.”I hesitated, my grip tightening on the smooth railing. The idea of just sitting back while someone else handled everything felt weird. I swallowed hard, then spoke up, my voice softer than I intended.“Won’t that be a waste?” I asked, trying to sound practical. “I mean, I know how to cook. I actually enjoy it. I wouldn’t mind making something for you… especially after everything you’ve done for me.”Angelo stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turning to face me fully. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of curiosity and something unreadable flickering across his face.“Trust me,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “It