All Chapters of Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Miley’s POV:The wind was howling loudly as I helplessly thrashed my arms and legs in the air, but it was pointless. Moments later, I crashed into the icy waters. My stomach lurched, and my heart almost stopped due to the shockingly cold temperature of the water. The last thing I saw before the sea pulled me towards its core, was Archie’s wide eyes bursting with shock. Was this really the happiest day of my life… the day I had dreamed of for so long?So how did it turn into a nightmare?—————Half an hour ago: The deck of the luxury yacht was alive with music and laughter. The guests were milling about as the Italian coastline stretched endlessly beyond the deck, waves crashing against the rocks below. I stood under the twinkling lights, dressed in the gown that was custom-made for me as per Archie's preferences. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up my spine. I glanced at my phone, the unanswered messages glaring back at me. No, I guess I was just allowi

Miley's POV:“Just put the gun down, Emily, you can't shoot me on a yacht filled with people—”“Do you really believe that? Because the deck we're standing on is pretty empty. And if you're planning to shout for help, I don't think anyone is going to hear your screams over the loud music. Even if someone hears the gunshot, it will be too late to save you by then!”The gun’s dark barrel was pointed straight at me, and fear coiled itself around my heart like a snake.Emily wouldn't hesitate to ruin her own life to kill me… I had no doubt about that anymore.So, I slowly took a step back, then another, just like she wanted… keeping my hands slightly raised and my voice calm. “Why, Emily? Why did you have to take away the only happiness of my life?”“Oh, please, don’t act like a victim now. Why should I be satisfied with whatever scraps you think I deserve, when I can get the whole world in my palm? And since you brought up the question of deserving, do you think you really deserve every

Archie's POV:“I’m sorry to say this, Archie! I don't want Miley’s ghost haunting our lives. If you can't let it go, how will you love me with all your heart? Just forget her, okay?”Emily’s soft voice reached my ears, carrying a hidden warning right before she hung up."Forget her?" I scoffed under my breath. "How can I do that?”I leaned back against the couch and I reached for my whiskey glass again. The room suddenly felt too suffocating, but I didn't want to leave. I hadn’t stepped outside since last night, since Miley…I shut my eyes.And suddenly, the clicking of ice in my glass faded into the sound of distant laughter from my childhood nightmare.I felt like I was seven again, lying on the ground with my knees and palms scraped and stinging. "Why don't you get up and show us!?”I could hear their cruel laughter, but I forced myself to stay down. If I didn't move, maybe they would get bored and leave."Coward! Look, what a spineless wimp this rich kid is!”I wasn’t rich. We

Miley's POV:I inched toward the frosted pane window, leaning forward and peering through the narrow strip of clear glass– holding my breath. Two men stood outside. One of them lowered his cigarette, the red glow dimming as he flicked away the ash, then puffed out a stream of smoke. “It looks like this is your first time on a job like this,” he said casually in a rough voice. The other man shifted uncomfortably. “Kinda. I've done other ones, but not… like this.”The cigarette guy gave a lazy shrug. “Look, man. The ones who hire us, these are rich folks! They all do dirty things, and we don’t care. We’re not here to judge them. It’s just work. We get rid of whoever they want, get paid, move on. Try not to understand their feelings or the stories behind it… because if you start worrying about their family drama, you’ll drive yourself crazy.”I felt bile rise in my throat. Get rid of whoever they want?“Yeah, I get it… but you’re not understanding me right. I heard this young lady…

Nico’s POV: I felt strange. It had been years since memories of my youth surfaced so clearly. I couldn't say exactly when it happened, but over the years, the memories I used to hold so vividly had become blurry, like smudged ink on an old page. Maybe it was all the assassination attempts, the countless men I had taken down in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of the injuries I entered when I was imprisoned in the underground execution ground... those days, when the only thing that kept me going was an instinct to survive. I didn't want to think about the past for a long time. It had become easier to push those memories aside, bury them deep where they couldn’t reach me.But the moment I saw her, those forgotten memories came rushing back. It was like a necklace of pearls, dancing around the dove’s pure white neck. But the moment I saw her, the forgotten memories snapped into focus like pearls strung around that delicate white neck. The face of a young girl flashed in my me