The Billionaire Mafia's Wife

"You are going to marry Joffrey next month, Devon. The families have already talked and planned the wedding months ago. Why the sudden disagreement, dear? You said yes a week ago."Devon just looked sadly at her snow-paled mother from her pink bed and shook her head in defiance. She agreed then because her father forced and threatened her that he would kill her best friend but now that Ariane is dead, there's no enough reason for her to blindly follow them."Mom, you exactly know why. I had no choice. Dad squeezed the hell out of me. He would kill Ariane!"Melena sighed and sat next to her and stroked her long black hair which Devon got from her side. "Marriage is not so much a bad thing, daughter. I married your father when I was 23, the same age as you now. Joffrey is a lovely man for you and he likes you during the family gathering. I saw the spark in his eyes. He will take care of you."She can't help but feel her bones tingling in disgust upon remembering the lust she read in h

She went home running afterwards. How could that man say things like that as if it's that easy for her to be the mother of his child? How would a 23-year old like her be matured enough to carry a child born out of just a deal with Daemon?She sneaked past the guards and went straight to her bed. That night, she tried hard to think about another plan but nothing ever materialized.The days turned like some fast-forward movie for her life. As the weeks end, her fear of being married to her most hated man intensifies. On the night of a party his father organized for the announcement of the engagement, she felt like choking to death. She can't breathe through his white dress. She felt like exploding. She just wanted to disappear at the moment."Devon, tonight will be the night that your father and I will be so happy. Our only daughter will finally be married to a fine gentleman." Her mother hugged her and looked at her father who is just as stoic as ever. Devon stared at her father, plea

They reached the altar and Melena and Gestoni to hand her down to Joffrey. But before he could get his hands on her, a loud crash from the ceiling made all the guests screamed in panic. Bullets started raining and some men in black entered the church. People were running towards the doors. The Farrows family soldiers pulled out their guns and exchanged fire. Devon swallowed hard, a tinge of hope swelled in her. This is it. It's her chance.With all the force in her, she bit Joffrey's hand and ran towards the side of the church as what Ariane had told her."Devon! Get Devon!" Joffrey ordered.She began crying again when men began running towards her. Her high heeled shows are slowing her down as well as her heavy wedding dress. "No... No! No!" she shouted when she reached a dead end while the guards are now closing on her."Devon! Here!"She turned to her side and saw Ariane opening a gate for her. Devon wriggled her feet to throw away her shoes and run towards her friend."I thought

"Your husband isn't coming home yet, Mrs. Druft. He's crazy about Maddy Johnson. Don't expect him to choose you over that woman."She flinched hard from staring at the parking area of the house when a hard bitter voice suddenly spoke from her back. She slowly turned around to see a man who has not been shaven for probably months now with a gun carelessly planted on the side of his dirty black jeans."Who are you?" She stepped back warily and looked at the door to the living room hoping for someone to be in sight.The man just laughed noticing her fear. "Henry Sean. Your knight's loyal man," he introduced himself. "Go inside and sleep. Dameon won't be back until dawn." He nodded at her and then walked past her towards the adjacent room in the main house."W-Wait Henry. Is she okay? I mean, is Maddy okay? I heard she's been stabbed. I just wanna know if she's alright now."He stopped on his tracks but did not look at her. "If I can have it my way, I wish she'd died but I can't have my

Daemon’s gallery is teeming with clients who are keen on looking at the precious items on the glass cages that night. An ambassador from Asia is present and is busy discussing with Daemon over a glass of rum on the other side. Devon is on the far side just observing the place. Her husband talked her over in the dinner saying that she needs to be seen by his side in the events that he is invited. He will slowly reveal their marriage which means her family will know really soon about her being married to an enemy. “I don’t think you should be spying on your own husband, Devon.”She almost jumped to her feet when a voice suddenly spoke from her back. “You scared me,” she said when she saw Henry hovering around her. “Daemon does not like being watched. If he caught you snooping around him, he might suspect something.”She returned her eyes on the man who is now talking to his phone, his furrowed brows and annoyed lips made him more fearsome and handsome in her eyes. “Suspect me? For