แชร์

Chapter 12

ผู้เขียน: Esisjen
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-04-07 22:05:05

‎Victor’s POV

“Boss… the goods you wanted to use to surprise your bride… they’ve been stolen.”

‎For a second, I think I heard wrong.

‎“…What?” My voice drops, low and dangerous. “How?”

‎Pedro shifts uneasily, avoiding my eyes. “I don’t know, boss. No one knows about those goods apart from you, me, and the boys who helped with the offloading.”

‎My jaw tightens. Slowly, I rise from my seat, the leather creaking beneath me. “Then tell me, Pedro… who do you think stole my goods?”

‎“I… I can’t say,
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 12

    ‎Victor’s POV“Boss… the goods you wanted to use to surprise your bride… they’ve been stolen.”‎For a second, I think I heard wrong.‎“…What?” My voice drops, low and dangerous. “How?”‎Pedro shifts uneasily, avoiding my eyes. “I don’t know, boss. No one knows about those goods apart from you, me, and the boys who helped with the offloading.”‎My jaw tightens. Slowly, I rise from my seat, the leather creaking beneath me. “Then tell me, Pedro… who do you think stole my goods?”‎“I… I can’t say, boss. But it looks like the work of one of our rivals.”‎A cold laugh escapes me, but there’s no humor in it.‎“How dare they trespass into my territory… and steal from me?” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else. My hands clench into fists at my sides.‎Pedro hesitates, then speaks again. “Boss… I think there could be a spy in our midst. The spy is likely the one who tipped them off. You know those goods were a secret. Whoever it is must have thought it was something important… and alerted o

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 11

    ‎Alice’s POV‎“Anthonio Smith? Your uncle?” my dad’s voice booms from behind me.‎I gasp, my heart jolting violently in my chest. My fingers tremble as I hurriedly end the call, almost dropping my phone in the process. I turn slowly, forcing a weak smile.‎“Dad… it’s not what you think.”‎His brows draw together as he studies me, his gaze sharp and probing. “Alice, what about your uncle?”‎I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “I just… I want to find him. I miss him, especially now that I’m getting married.”‎For a moment, his expression softens, and a small smile forms on his lips.‎“Oh, good. You’ve finally come to terms with marrying Victor,” he says, sounding relieved. “He is a good man. He will take care of you, my little pod.”‎He walks closer, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but something about it feels… calculated.‎“Well, about your uncle,” he continues, his tone turning dismissive, “it’s best you leave that matter to me...or to Victor, your husband-to-be. You sh

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 10

    ‎Victor’s POV‎“She is coming to your house,” the voice said.‎“Who are you...”‎The call cuts off before I can finish.‎I stare at my phone, irritation flaring. The audacity. I call back immediately, but it goes straight to voicemail.‎Damn it.‎Why is Alice coming here? This is the first time she’s ever stepping into my house.‎I straighten, already shifting into control mode.‎“Get the place ready,” I instruct my men. “She’s coming. Let her in when she arrives.”‎“Yes, boss.”‎I end the call and turn to the staff.‎“Everything must be spotless. Lock all restricted rooms. No mistakes.”‎I don’t want her wandering into parts of my world she’s not ready to see… or worse, parts that would make her run from me completely.‎My phone rings again.‎“Boss, she’s here.”‎My pulse spikes.‎“Let her in.”‎“Yes, boss.”‎The line goes dead.‎My little Allie is here.‎My heart begins to race...fast, uneven, unfamiliar. I press a hand briefly against my chest, scoffing under my breath.‎Get a hold

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 9

    ‎Alice POVI could not believe it.‎Victor… Victor was the one who sent that threatening message.‎No. That had to be wrong. It didn’t make sense. Just moments ago, I had been convincing myself that maybe....just maybe....I could learn to trust him. That beneath all that power and arrogance, there was something real.‎But this?‎Why would he do something like this?‎How does he even know about my uncle? The man has been missing for years...years and somehow Victor not only knows, but knows enough to threaten me with his life?‎My chest tightens as my thoughts spiral.‎What does Victor really want from me?‎My fingers curl into fists as anger begins to replace the shock.‎I promised Evans I would stay at my father’s house.‎But I can’t wait anymore.‎I need answers.‎I need to confront Victor....now.‎I reach for my phone and that’s when I notice a new message notification.‎My jaw tightens.‎It better not be another threatening message.‎I’ve had enough for one day.‎With a deep breat

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 8

    ‎Victor’s POVAt the bar, Amelia is practically draped over me....her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest,....but I barely register her presence. All I can think about is Alice. The meeting we had plays over and over in my head like a stubborn echo. ‎She has always been fierce. Stubborn. Unyielding. But how dare she keep insisting she won’t marry me?My jaw tightens as I take a slow sip of my drink, the burn of the alcohol doing nothing to calm the irritation rising in me. I mean… I am a fine catch. Any woman would consider herself lucky...no, privileged....to be my wife. ‎But not Alice. ‎My little Allie. ‎A faint smirk tugs at my lips despite myself. She should be grateful that I want her. ‎And yet… ‎The thought shifts, softens against my will. ‎I’m the lucky one. ‎Because my little Allie is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Infuriatingly beautiful. Even when she’s arguing, eyes blazing, voice sharp… ‎My fingers tighten slightly around the glass. ‎She can

  • Bethroted To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 7

    ‎Alice POVMy meeting with Victor did not go the way I wanted.Not even close.He kept throwing his weight around...his presence, his authority...like I had no choice but to bend. I stood my ground… barely. Every word I said felt like a battle I was struggling to win. ‎And yet, despite everything… he still affects me. ‎In ways I should have forgotten by now. ‎Especially when he said it.... ‎"I adore you. I always have." ‎The words echo in my head, refusing to fade. ‎I was moved… then surprised… then utterly confused. ‎What does that even mean? ‎I don’t want to be adored. I want to be loved. Or… do I? ‎No. That’s not even the point. ‎What I truly want is for this marriage to be cancelled. This isn’t about love… or adoration… Or is it? ‎Ugh! I drag my fingers through my hair in frustration. Victor isn’t after me. He’s after my inheritance. That has to be it. ‎My phone rings. ‎I blink, pulled out of my thoughts. ‎“Hello, Alice speaking.” ‎Silence.

บทอื่นๆ
สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status