The Ruthless Mafia

"You know how much I hate you. Be prepared for the hell you will face if you dare to sign this marriage contract even once." Svanna understood that she would never escape the dark images of life after deciding to leave California and returning to this horrible city. There was no choice. There were no good prospects that could save her from a desperate emergency. Nightroe had explained how the man still hated her so much after four years had passed. Four years filled with bad flashes, so much so that Svanna wished she no longer had perfect memories just to be drawn back to those painful dark times. Her breath came in long gasps when she saw how Nightroe's broad shoulders were already out of sight behind the door of the house. How pathetic. The man had only come to warn her about something that was a complicated decision between them. Svanna never expected that the offer of marriage on paper would lead to a perfect life. Nor was she sure if a pure bond could be such an incomprehens

Nightroe saw her offer herself up for their wedding, and it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Svanna would face moments where the wedding night felt like a freezing polar vortex.She wasn't in denial about how much it hurt when everyone witnessed a decision that wasn't okay. After the wedding vows, the man wasn't even willing to give her any additional touches at the direction of the priest, other than rudely placing the ring on her ring finger, and then the tall body just walked away. Gone as if there had never been a day when a pure relationship had bound them.Svanna would not blame Nightroe for a situation like this. It was her fault for not reconsidering the man's threat. Wouldn't it be much fairer to imagine what kind of hell Nightroe would offer? Rather than thinking about her husband's current whereabouts.Husband ....The corner of Svanna's lips twitched bitterly at the thought of that one prospect. Pathetic. She married a man who hated her so much. It was the most ridic

The situation seemed surprising when Svanna had to jolt awake and found herself no longer facing the cold floor of the room, but this was no bed. Strange. Who had moved her to the sofa? Still in the same room. Svanna's face twisted in various directions. The bed was so empty. There was no Nightroe there, and the blanket... was now neatly spread out on the surface of the mattress. Someone had obviously stepped in and finished the rest of last night's mess. Could it be Nightroe? Svanna immediately sighed, thinking that was the most improbable part. The man who hated her would never pay the slightest bit of attention. There had been so much pain already and she didn't expect there to be any moments where Nightroe's habitual need to choke her would return. It was the first day after becoming the wife of that cruel man. Nightroe Da Sullivan. The second Mr. Sullivan, Don Nightroe, would continue his father's leadership based on the rules of their marriage being the main condition. Sva

"You were assigned to treat me?" There were barely any other words Svanna could say. She herself was too confused about Nightroe's attitude. The hatred in the man's eyes was fresh blood, but why the sudden outpouring of concern, as if leaving behind a great hope? Indeed. Svanna was fine with the small wound on her knee. It was nothing. She had experienced worse than Nightroe could possibly imagine, and that still kept her from giving up. Svanna did not know where Nightroe had gone to now. It was quiet in the room before a servant finally came in and told her something that seemed surprising. "I can do everything myself. Thank you," Svanna said softly as she took over the wound cleanser. There was an incomprehensibility that made her wonder, why wasn't Elisabeth who came with the medicine kit? Why a different, younger-looking woman? Where had Elisabeth gone? Something inside Svanna was still searching for answers, but she continued with everything that was needed. All it took wa

"Ms, are you inside?"Svanna's body jerked at the sound of Alina's voice behind the door. After various attempts on her own, she had indeed decided to lock the door, hoping that the man would never return. Though... indeed, Nightroe never came back, as if the cruel bastard was too busy on the first day of their marriage.While half-grimacing, Svanna instinctively adjusted the hair that was scattered in front of her face, then walked towards the door of the room. Alina could be seen standing while holding something in her hands. A faint smile greeted them as soon as they made eye contact."You will be attending a family gathering tonight, Ms. I was asked to dress you to perfection."The statement made one of Svanna's eyebrows rise high. One wondered what kind of family gathering it was, so that the deep evening blue dress in Alina's hands looked truly privileged."May I come in, Ms.?" the woman asked, perhaps realizing how she had almost been yanked off the surface.Svanna blinked imme