All Chapters of Married To Cruel Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It’s sunrise as of now, and the prospective lady of the hour was still sleeping soundly when she felt a couple of eyes watching her.She flipped her eyes open as they held a look with that of her mom's."Damn it! Mother, what are you doing here? Were you genuinely watching me while I dozed?" Joanna asked, with raised temples."My child, your mother just wanted to watch you for some time. I can't completely accept that my child is really getting hitched today. You've become so enormous to turn into somebody's lady of the hour." Mrs. Smith smiled as she stroked her hair delicately, squinting back her tears.Acknowledgment unfolded on Joanna that today was her alleged wedding with somebody she doesn't realize anything about aside from everything the web says to you. Isn't it irritating?"All on account of you, Mother. So for what reason are you misbehaving?" Joanna asked with a sneer and afterward feigned exacerbation as she sat up appropriately on her bed."Joan, You ought to be content

Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her. "I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap. "Now, let's make sure you know your place." Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards. She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her. "Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face. Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes. She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor. "Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against h

The men reached the dungeon and Miquel paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of power that surged through his veins. With a wave of his hand, one of his men unlocked the door, revealing a small, dimly lit room. In the center of the room, a man was chained to a metal chair, his head bowed and his body trembling. He lifted his head at the sound of the door opening, his eyes wide with terror. "Boss, please," he begged, his voice shaking. "I can explain." "Explain?" Miquel repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "Explain how you betrayed me, Diego? Explain how you thought you could steal from me and get away with it, huh?" He chuckled menacingly. Diego's eyes darted from Miquel to Gio and back again, his face a mask of fear. "I'm sorry, Boss. I was desperate. I needed the money for my family." "Your family?" Miquel spat, his eyes flashing with rage. "You think that excuses what you did? You think that excuses stealing from your own Boss?" He yelled, his veins popping up

~At Miggs Cooperation~ Miguel was typing away on his laptop when his office door burst open. The sound of the office door slamming open startled Miguel, his fingers pausing on the keyboard as he looked up to see his secretary, personal assistant, and a tall, dark-haired woman storming into his office. The woman's eyes were flashing with anger, her hands clenched at her sides as she marched towards his desk. "Miguel Salvador!" she snapped, her voice cold and sharp as she stared daggers at him. "Where is my brother, Diego? We both know you had something to do with his disappearance."The sudden intrusion into Miguel's office was like a gunshot in the silence of his sanctuary. His fingers froze on the keyboard, and he turned, a scowl already forming on his face as he took in the trio standing before him. His secretary, usually so composed, looked harried and out of breath, while his personal assistant, a normally cool and collected man, appeared flustered and on edge. And at the

Joanna kept staring at her cell phone, the silence from her mother, deafening. She couldn't understand why her mother wouldn't call, and wouldn't even try to reach out to her. As she sat alone on the balcony, the questions in her mind grew louder and more insistent. Where was her mother? Why hadn't she called? And more importantly, what was she going to do now that she was trapped in a marriage with a man like Miguel Salvador? Joanna took a deep breath, steeling herself as she rose from her chair and made her way back inside. Joanna moved through the expansive mansion, her footsteps echoing in the quiet halls as she made her way back to her bedroom. As she stepped through the doorway, she took in the luxurious room she didn't have enough time to check out at her wedding night due to how Miguel attacked her with his advances. The four-poster bed and the antique dresser reminding her of the cage she was now trapped in. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she sat on the edge of