Marrying The Mafia Boss' Daugther

It was a cold morning in July. Reina could feel the crisp scent of the wind as she prayed quietly in that solemn church. She was lighting a candle, whispering prayers. Her wedding with Gabriel was near, and after everything that happened between them, she couldn’t shake off the guilt that weighed heavily on her heart.“Forgive me, Father,” she whispered, closing her eyes.She had called on almost every saint she could remember, asking for forgiveness. Once, she had vowed to live a pure and devoted life before God. But now, she felt unworthy, stained.She had given herself to a man she had not yet married in the presence of the altar. Their union had started not with a vow, but in a bed that offered no mercy.She lowered her head and made the sign of the cross.“Please forgive me…” she whispered again before stepping out of the church. She pulled her veil over her face. As she exited, Gabriel’s men immediately surrounded her—one held an umbrella over her, while the others secured the pa

After finishing her meal, Reina decided to visit her favorite place in Madrid—a centuries-old basilica known all over Spain. There was something comforting about the silence and history that surrounded the church. She walked toward it calmly, her steps light and steady. Gabriel’s bodyguards followed from a distance, just the way she preferred it.She didn’t like attracting too much attention. Having a group of bodyguards trailing behind her made it obvious she was someone important. She wanted peace—anonymity, even for a little while.In her hand, she held the leash of a small fluffy dog—one of Gabriel’s gifts to her. A Pomeranian named Coco, who had grown close to her heart. Based on its ID and health card, Coco was still in his first year of life. A ball of warmth in Reina’s sometimes cold world.“How beautiful the sunset is. It’s perfect, Coco,” she said softly as they walked.Along the way, she saw a beggar sitting on the sidewalk. His clothes were worn, his hands trembling as he h

Reina and her Papa Hiron landed safely in the Philippines. She felt a mix of relief and nervousness. Everything was uncertain now—but it was her choice. Her second father had connections in Davao Oriental, where she could stay hidden for a while.The plane touched down on a private airstrip nestled deep in the mountains. The area was quiet and surrounded by cornfields, the place looking simple but safe. The atmosphere was fresh, untouched, and far from the smoke and noise of the city.“Let’s go, anak. We need to move quickly,” Hiron said, picking up Reina’s travel bag.They walked up a small cemented path, where a black SUV waited. Reina recognized the car. It belonged to one of her father Axell’s trusted men. The driver gave a slight bow as they entered the vehicle, never meeting her eyes—a clear sign of respect, the way guards treated royalty.Inside, Hiron broke the silence.“Hija, your Papa Axell said you need to lie low here. There’s a resthouse waiting for you near Dahican Beach.

Meanwhile in SpainGabriel stood inside his grand mansion in Madrid. The lights in his study were dim, casting deep shadows across the dark wooden walls as thunder cracked in the distance. He paced furiously, his clenched fists shaking, jaw set tight. Gone was the calm, calculating man—now, rage consumed him.His bodyguards stood silently, still as statues, waiting for orders.Gabriel suddenly slammed his fist on the oak desk, shaking the items on top of it."How the hell did this happen?! Reina was under your watch—my watch—and now she’s gone?!" he barked, glaring at his lead guard."Señor Gabriel, we were patrolling just as instructed, but—"Gabriel cut him off, voice low and dangerous."Pero? 'But' what, Miguel? Were you asleep? Drunk? Useless? Because someone managed to steal her from right under your noses!""Señor, whoever took her… they were professionals. They avoided the alarms, slipped through the perimeter—""Oh, wonderful! Should I clap for them? You're telling me a team of

Reina quietly walked along the beach. She had just received a letter from her Papa Hiron, and she couldn’t stop thinking about what was written in it. She needed to be careful—her Papa Axel had warned her. Everyone was looking for her now, including Gabriel and his mother, Madam Helena."Ate! Ate Maureen!" Melody came running toward her, holding a paper bag."Oh? What is it, Mel? You're up early today," Reina said to the young girl."Ate, come on, try this on! There's a disco later at the barrio. Wear this—I just know it’ll look great on you.""Huh? What is it exactly?""Just come. Hurry!"Melody quickly pulled her toward her bungalow. When Reina saw the white dress, she smiled.It looked like one of her dresses from Madrid. It was her favorite style—simple and in plain colors."Try it on, ate, and I’ll check how it looks," Melody said with a grin."Alright, fine. Hold on." Reina took the dress and went into her room. A few moments later, she returned wearing it."Wow! Ate, you look am