All Chapters of Married To Cruel Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Joanna laid there, in the same position that her brutal husband had left her. She at first, shivered from disgust and immense anger. But now, she has lost the will to move. Bitterness clung tightly in her throat as she stayed motionless. Could her life be anymore awful? Could this marriage be anymore agonizing? Her mind wandered from the time she had met him to the time he owned her and kept her captive. She sighed in pain, tremendous hatred towards her weakness and uncontrollable submission to her husband. "Argh!!" She growled out loud as she sat up on bed. She felt sore from his thrust. His enormous weiner and domination made it difficult for her to stand on her feet. She didn't know sex to be this painful. She knew it as a thing of passion and love. With struggle, she strode to the bathroom. She just wanted the cold water on her skin. Nothing could remove the dirt and flirt she felt she had at that moment, but a cold bath would help. Feeling refreshed fr

Joanna flexed her joint, feeling exhausted. She had been working her butt off the files Miguel gave her, but she wasn't even halfway done. "So cruel" Joanna said as tears well up in her eyes, she was very tired but she dare not stop the work. "He knows i can't finish everything and he still gave them to me, why does he have to be like that?" She said to herself and the tears she was holding fell off. She cleaned it with the back of her palm and scoff. Everyone had gone home, leaving only her. The company was quiet that a pin could be heard when it fell. She continued working but stopped when she felt someone's presence. She looked up but saw no one and frowned. Something fell in the hallway, and she gasped in fear. She didn't think anyone would still be in the company. She went there and proceeded with caution, but there was nothing at all, so she went back. It didn't take long before she yawn tiredly and rested her head on her desk, hoping to rest for a few minutes bef

If there's one thing Miguel Salvador hates, it's people trying to mess with him by stealing his money. Cars were getting into several accidents, but that wasn't his concern. He cock his gun and point it out of his car. He raised it and targeted the car tire. He placed his shot and got it. The tire screeches, and the guy tries to control the car, but he can not. He lost control and rams into a building. Miguel parked his car and walked towards the building. Anyone who sees him run off in fear of him hurting them. He bends down and pulls the guy swiftly with one hand. He was badly injured on the head, Miguel took the suitcase and dragged the guy with him. He threw them both into the booth and drove off. He called Norman, who confirmed he had cleared the others, and Miguel asked that they meet at the torture house. His shirt was stained with blood, but it wasn't his. It was the other guy's blood. Miguel stopped the car and came down. His boys were already waiting for him th

Miguel drove in roughly and parked his caar, he hop down, still fuming in anger, hoping to drink it off when he got in. He walked inside and saw Joanna sleeping peacefully on the cushion she sat on while watching the movie. He went to her and stared at her revealing body. The shirt she was putting on wasn't doing any justice in hiding her perfect body. It was a little bit transparent. He smirked and ran his hand on her hair, which resulted in waking her up, she bash her eyes when she saw him and gulped down nothing. She was nervous because of the closeness. "You are the perfect one to get rid of my anger," he said, and she shifted away from him. She hasn't yerecovereder the one he did and now he is about to do another one. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Someone got me very angry, and I need something to relieve me," he said, his eyes burning with lust. "Stay still" he ordered, and she did. He opened her T-shirt button one by one while staring into her eyes. She wa

The injury from what happened an evening or two ago still waits in Joanna's mind. She was unable to dispose of the look the person gave her and how he was gazing at her before he kicked the bucket.It was a particularly horrendous scene, and it required her days to get herself backShe raced to her room and locked it. She twisted on her bed and covered herself with the duvet.The demise of the person brought heaps of bad dreams for her, and she became terrified to rest alone.She realizes she dare not meet Miguel, so she sits toward the edge of her room and gazes at nothing.She recalled the expression all over when he killed the person, and it creeped her out. He was cold to the point that she thought about what transformed him into that.Her entryway out of nowhere opened, and she bounced up in trepidation, Miguel strolled in, and she stood established on a spot."For what reason aren't you snoozing?" He asked, however she didn't say a thing. He took a gander at her, and she squeeze