บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Wild Flower: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Margarette felt as if her soul was leaving her body. She was trembling as her skin went white. Her heartbeat was beating so fast that she might have a heart attack any moment from now. A gun pointed at someone's head right in front of her own eyes. And it wasn't even just someone, it was Clarise whom she considered as her friend in this establishment since she got here. Xavier was furious, to say the least. Anyone could feel the murderous intent of his eyes and the suffocating aura he emits. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Clarise with such a look that will make your knees tremble. And Clarise was the perfect example of that right now. She was trembling so much in fear, as if at any moment she would piss on her own pants. Cold sweat trickled down on her back as she stood motionless with a gun pointed against her temple. "Clarise..." Margarette uttered, hopeless. Her personal maid shouldn't be the one to blame. It was her. She was the one who insisted on coming here, not the

Her body was trembling, but it was no longer because of fear, rather it was because of the utmost pleasure she was getting from what he did to her. It wasn't a bad feeling at all. In fact, although she's embarrassed to say this, she enjoyed it very much. So much that she's still shaking up until now, unable to recover from the pleasure he gave.He chuckled in amusement. He licked his fingers clean as he stared darkly at Margarette. His eyes were flaming with desire. His cock was throbbing painfully in his pants.She wasn't able to fully recover her strength when she suddenly felt a movement on top of her. Shocked, she stared wide-eyed as Xavier took out his huge member."W-Wait—" he cut her off."Hush... aren't you feeling bad? I've made you come. It's time for you to repay it." He held his cock and stroked it slowly. Her attention went to it and she gulped at how big it was. Even though it was literally deep buried inside her last night, she is still not used to it and it still hurts

"Have you forgiven me already?" she asked with that innocent look on her face. Her voice was weak yet her eyes were glinting with hope. He was taken aback. She took him by surprise which left him speechless.Seeing that the latter seemed unwilling to answer her, she sighed and rested her cheek on his bare, chiselled chest. She listened to his heartbeat and found it fascinating to listen to—like a symphony. It was pleasing to the ears. It only reminds that he was still a human after all. Even though he nearly transformed into a demon earlier, he's still a man. A person with a beating heart. With life.Margarette knew that she had made a mistake. She had angered him by talking to his brother. She's naive and doesn't understand that talking to another man may be inappropriate. She blamed herself for being stupid and clueless about the world. She felt so stupid.And so, she decided to talk to him and ask for forgiveness. She feared that he would throw her out. She doesn't have a place to

Married? Has she heard it right? There is no way they would be getting married at this day—at this hour at that. It was utterly unannounced and unexpected. What's gotten into him to decide they would be getting married all of a sudden? However, as though she was shocked, something in her belly rumbled as her heartbeat went insanely fast and loud. Perhaps, it was butterflies. What is this kind of feeling? Why does she feel this way right now? It seems as though the air was becoming hard to take in. She can't breathe evenly as everything suddenly becomes overwhelming. She stood there, dumbfounded. Out of nowhere, Reezha appeared holding another ring. She handed it to Margarette who seemed still to be in dazed. When she felt that Reezha put something on her hand, she finally snapped and looked down on her palm. It was a ring, the same one with the ring that Xavier was holding. Though it was kinda big and less feminine than it. "Good evening, everyone. We have gathered here to witnes

Margarette fell asleep during the 5 hours flight from New York to Los Angeles. When they arrived in the country, it was already past midnight. She could feel her energy draining rapidly that it was too hard for her to keep her eyes open. The last thing she remembered was the pilot announcing that they will be arriving shortly. When she regained consciousness, she was already in a large, dim room. The bed was so soft under her frail body. She yawned and tried to sit up, the strap was slipping through her soft shoulder. She didn't know where she was, but she's certain that they have already arrived at their destination. "So you're finally awake," a voice of a man said, startling her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the back of a man sitting on the bed."Sir...?" she muttered."Husband," he said coldly. "That's how you must address me from now on, wife."She blinked her eyes. Her heart jumped against her chest as the butterflies in her stomach moved. She gulped."Y-Yes... husband,