Semua Bab VOWS OF THE RUTHLESS MAFIA BOSS: Bab 1 - Bab 10

DIANAA man stood behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know he was watching me. I could feel his gaze—heavy, consuming.I exhaled shakily.For the first time, something inside me stirred.Fuck it.I stepped onto the dance floor, my body moving to the beat. I had no idea how to dance sensually, but the alcohol in my veins guided me. My hips swayed, my hands ran through my hair, and my body arched slightly with the music.And then—he was there.Close. Too close. He guided me swayed perfectly. I supposed to stop the man but I feel like I'm with a safe vault. Whoever it is, he's lucky for taming my system.I think, I'm enjoying PDA at this moment.His hands did touch me, and I liked it. I could feel his heat all over me, surrounding me, consuming me. A silent invitation.And I accepted it.My body pressed against him instinctively. He hovered over me, his presence overwhelming. I felt him—hard, thick, pressing against my backside. Arousal pooled between my thighs. My breath hitched.

DIANAI wore a flowy, plain white dress, letting my hair cascade down my shoulders in soft waves. Simple. Elegant. Exactly what my mother wanted. The white heels completed the look—pure and angelic, as she put it."Look at you, dear. Mr. Wrevco will surely be astonished by your look," she gushed, her eyes glowing with pride.I forced a small smile, knowing damn well that tonight wasn't about me. It was about them. My family. Their empire. Their hunger for more power, more wealth, more control.I was just the pretty little pawn in their game.We arrived at Blackbird Makati, one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. Of course. Everything had to be extravagant, impressive—as if Ruther Wrevco wasn't already drowning in gold.Did they really think dressing me up and parading me in this grand setting would make me excited to marry him?The hostess guided us through the restaurant to the former control tower—an exclusive VIP area. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere intimate.Appet

DIANA"Hmmmm... ughhhh, Ru... Ruther... f-fuckkk," I whimpered, my voice breathy and desperate as his tongue delved into my soaked folds.I arched against his mouth, gripping his soft, tousled hair and pressing him closer, needing more. My legs widened instinctively, granting him full access.And he took it.A deep groan rumbled from his throat as his t*ngue flicked and licked, devouring me like he couldn't get enough.His large hands cupped my br*asts, kneading them gently at first, then rougher, his thumbs rolling over my sensitive peaks. One hand slipped down between my legs, his long fingers joining his tongue in their assault on my already swollen, aching pearl."Ruuu... Ruther... ughh... so... good..." I moaned shamelessly.Then, without warning, his t*ngue left me.I gasped in protest, but my breath hitched when his fingers took its place, slipping past my slick folds, stretching me.It burned. God, it burned.I had never been touched like this before. My body was untouched—pur

DIANAThe next day, my grandparents finally arrived from the U.S.—along with a horde of relatives.At first, I thought it was just a casual family reunion, but when my dad gave me that look, my stomach dropped.Oh no.Is this about my supposed marriage?Soon, the house was filled with laughter and endless conversations. The dining table overflowed with food—lechon, seafood platters, pancit, and desserts that made my stomach rumble.It would've been a pleasant night.Until they arrived. My five cousins. The same five who used to bully me as a child.Great. Just what I needed."Hey, there, Diana! It's true, you've changed a lot!" Clara, the loudest of the bunch, grinned as she eyed me from head to toe."I know, right?" another one chimed in, flipping her hair. "You used to be so awkward and quiet. Now, you look... expensive."I pressed my lips together. Compliment or insult? Hard to tell."Of course," my aunt cut in, beaming. "She's about to marry Ruther Yanno Wrevco, after all! You're

DIANAA strong arm wraps around my waist. A solid chest pressed against my back.My breath hitches.Then—a nuzzle.Soft, slow, deliberate—his lips grazing the crook of my neck as he inhales my scent.My entire body shivers."Bro," Driz muses, watching Ruther's movements with amusement. "I like her."I don't need to turn around. I already know who it is.Ruther.His fingers tighten against my waist—hot, firm, unyielding.Driz lets out a low chuckle, stepping back. "Nice meeting you, Dia. Let's hang out sometime."I barely manage a nod before he walks away, leaving me alone with Ruther.The air between us? Heavy. Charged. Dangerous.Then, he kisses me.Not soft. Not sweet. Demanding.I gasp, pushing against his chest. "What the h*ll is wrong with you? Stop it!"Ruther pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes? D*rk. H*ngry.He growls—a deep, low vibration that sends an electric pulse straight to my core.I should hate this. I should hate him.But my body? It betrays me. The heat,