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Chapter 33 Misunderstanding

Author: Miss Meadows
last update publish date: 2026-11-02 13:48:15

My entire body stiffened as I tightened my grip on the whip. My eyes remained fixed on Kean, who was already struggling to catch his breath.

I struck him once.

Then twice.

And again.

His desperate cries echoed throughout the basement, followed by repeated pleas for me to stop. He begged, screamed, and struggled, but none of it reached my heart. At that moment, all I could feel was hatred.

I wanted him to understand what it felt like to suffer. I wanted him to remember every wrong thing he had d
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  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 33 Misunderstanding

    My entire body stiffened as I tightened my grip on the whip. My eyes remained fixed on Kean, who was already struggling to catch his breath.I struck him once.Then twice.And again.His desperate cries echoed throughout the basement, followed by repeated pleas for me to stop. He begged, screamed, and struggled, but none of it reached my heart. At that moment, all I could feel was hatred.I wanted him to understand what it felt like to suffer. I wanted him to remember every wrong thing he had done and realize that his actions had consequences.For once, I didn't want to be the person who simply walked away and pretended nothing had happened.I wanted him to pay."Fyr."A familiar voice suddenly called from behind me.It was soft and warm, so different from the cold atmosphere surrounding us.My hand stopped immediately.I loosened my grip on the whip, my breathing still uneven, before slowly turning around.It was Demi.And standing beside him was my father.For a moment, I couldn't f

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 32 Her Wrath

    The next morning, Demi left for work earlier than usual.Before walking out of the bedroom, he approached me and gently placed a kiss on my forehead."Behave yourself while I'm gone," he said, adjusting the collar of his shirt.I looked up at him, slightly surprised by his gesture."You're acting as if I'm going to cause trouble."He let out a low chuckle before brushing a strand of hair away from my face."Knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised."I rolled my eyes at him, earning another small smile."Just go to work, Demi."He leaned closer and kissed my forehead once more before finally leaving.I stood there for a moment, touching the spot where his lips had landed.Goodness. What was happening to me?He had been acting like an actual husband lately, and the most ridiculous part was that I was beginning to get used to it.Of course, Stella and Kaye had no choice but to put up with everything. They might dislike seeing Demi treat me that way, but there was nothing they could do about

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 31 Unusual

    I woke up earlier than usual that morning, planning to prepare breakfast for Demi. Since he was still recovering from his wound, I thought it would be better to make sure he had something decent to eat before starting his day.However, the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I noticed something unusual coming from the kitchen.I stopped walking when I saw him.Demi was standing in front of the kitchen counter, busy slicing vegetables. An apron was hanging around his neck, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong arms as he stirred something inside the pot.For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at him.In all my life, I had never imagined seeing someone like Demi doing something so ordinary. He was a man who could make an entire room fall silent just by walking into it. A man whose presence alone was enough to make people nervous. Cooking was probably the last thing I expected him to do.Yet there he was, preparing breakfast like an ordinary husband.And somehow, he

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 30 Heartbeat

    As I tended to his wounds, cleaning the blood and grime from his skin, Demi’s hand rose, his broad, calloused fingers resting against my cheek."What's wrong?" I asked softly, my breath catching in my throat."Do you have any idea how people look at me?" His voice was a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through the quiet room. "To them, I’m a demon. A cold-blooded monster. No one dares to come near me unless they're begging for their life or looking to lose it.""I know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "When I was growing up, your name was always plastered across the front page. You were on the news, on every television screen. The ghost story everyone told to keep people in line."Slowly, his hand shifted, his thumb hooking beneath my chin to tilt my face upward. Forced to look directly into his dark, piercing eyes, I didn't see the ruthless mob boss or the tyrant the underworld feared. Instead, I saw the ghost of a boy who had been forced to grow up far too fast in a

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 29

    "Have you ever told Demi that Kean is the killer?" Dad asked, his voice low, gravelly, and heavy with a tension that seemed to bleed into the dimly lit room."I did. Twice already," I replied, the bitter taste of fear rising in my throat at the mere memory. "But every time I bring up his name, Demi snaps. He ends up choking me until I can barely breathe, so I learned to keep my mouth shut. I need concrete evidence, Dad. That’s the only way I can break free from this place and get back to your side where I belong.""That bastard!" Dad’s jaw clenched so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. White-hot fury flared in his dark eyes—the look of a man who had executed countless wealthy, criminal businessmen in his time, a man who dealt out vengeance to the truly evil, yet now found himself helpless to shield his own daughter.I reached across the small distance between us, wrapping my hands around his trembling knuckles to anchor him. "Dad, please. Calm down."He drew in a slo

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 28 Theory

    Earlier that evening, I was sitting in the hallway watching TV when Demi returned home. His shirt was torn open across his chest, his hands raw and scratched—he looked like a man who had just crawled out of a war zone.I rushed over, guiding him toward the sofa, and knelt in front of him to inspect his injuries. "What happened?" I asked.He frowned, looking at me with a flick of disorientation, as if he wasn't used to being tended to—or having anyone genuinely worry about him. "Just a minor accident," he muttered.I didn't press for the truth. Instead, I grabbed the first-aid kit, cleaned his wounds, and carefully wrapped them in bandages."Thanks," he said, his voice clipped. "But I don't need your worry."I let out a soft sigh. Here we go again with the cold, unyielding mask. "It’s only natural for me to worry," I countered, keeping my tone cool and composed. "If something happens to you, who's left to protect me?""So that's why you're worried about me?" Demi leaned in, his fingers

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 5 The Gate of hell

    After the forced wedding, something strange happened.Demi Shire had every right to treat me like his property, to demand anything he wanted from me. But he never touched me. He never forced me to do anything against my will.I sat on the edge of the bed in silence, watching him as he removed his j

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 4 The Bride

    The night felt endless.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in circles. A wedding gown. Exactly the same as he requested.Why?Was he marrying someone else? But why would he care if my bruises healed? Why bring me food and force me to get better just for someone else’s weddin

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 3 First Punishment

    The morning sun did nothing to warm me.I woke up in agony, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. As my eyes fluttered open, my blood ran cold.I wasn’t lying down. I was hanging from the ceiling.A thick rope was looped around my neck and body, holding me suspended in mid-air. My toes bare

  • The Devil Mafia Captive Bride   Chapter 2 Kidnapping her

    I woke up in my own room, the events of earlier playing in my mind like a nightmare. I had driven a sword into my own chest, but I had been careful. The wound was deep enough to look fatal, yet shallow enough to keep me breathing. I had feigned death perfectly, fooling them all into thinking I was

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