Semua Bab Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Everything felt weird as I stood in front of the mirror, judging my reflection for what must have been the hundredth time. The dress I was wearing was elegant, with a soft, flowing material that clung to my frame just enough to look flattering without being too revealing. My hair was styled to perfection, and my makeup—light and natural—highlighted my features just right. I knew I looked good, but the nervous knot in my stomach refused to loosen.Why was I nervous? I hated that I felt this way. Angelo had been absent the entire day, handling whatever “important” business he’d mentioned earlier. Part of me was glad for the space, but another part—one I didn’t want to acknowledge—wondered what he’d think of how I looked tonight.I shook my head, scolding myself. Why does it matter? I reminded myself of his words, the ones that had played on a loop in my head since the day he’d said them: “I’m not attracted to you. You’re like a child.” It stung at first, but now, I knew better. I

The man fell on his knees, trembling, his face pale and streaked with blood. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he begged for his life, his voice laced with desperation. “Please… spare me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just following orders. I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”Angelo looked completely unbothered by his tears, his expression looked like it was carved from stone, eyes cold and unforgiving. He twirled his knife lazily in one hand, the blade glinting under the lights. His voice was calm but laced with danger. “You didn’t want to hurt anyone?” he repeated, stepping closer to the man. “Yet you came here armed, disrupted my evening, and terrorized my wife. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”The man flinched as Angelo crouched in front of him, the knife was still in his hand. “Give me one good reason not to end your pathetic existence right now,” Angelo said.My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the scene unfold. The sheer ruthlessness in Angelo’s

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

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

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