After Divorce, I Got Contracted to the Ruthless Mafia のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 1 Valerie POV With trembling hands, I stared at the A4 paper with me in shock, refusing to register the realization before me written" DIVORCE AGREEMENT" "But why Liam, after everything we've been through, why do you think this is the best option" My voice cracked as I struggled to lay hold of the tears staring at my husband and sister clutching to each other's arms. I had just returned to deliver good news to him. After six years of our marriage, I had finally gotten pregnant for Liam. Today was supposed to be our anniversary and I planned on surprising him with it only to come back home and meet my own sister kissing Liam in our matrimonial bed. I had screamed and raised an alarm about it but then Liam had tossed divorce papers in my arms. "Listen Valerie, I never loved you to begin with, our marriage was a mere convenience because you deceived me, don't you understand but then, I married you out of pity but I didn't know you'll become this malicious" He snaps angrily

Valerie POV I gulped down for the tenth time, emotions swimming through me with a mixture of fear and nervousness. My flushed cheeks gradually fading as I clutched to my racing heart. The shock finally registered in my senses. Ryan Devante? Hell no! I What the hell am I still doing here? I should be on my heels but here I am, fondling nervously with my fingers, trying to freeze down the pores of heat that already enveloped my hands. Suddenly, there was a ring. A familiar ring and it buzzed in my dress. It was my phone and thankfully, there would be an excuse to escape from here. I moved my hands slowly towards my pocket and brought it out. Glancing at the screen, I saw the caller and almost threw it at the wall but I knew better than anyone to remain calm and collected. "Hello" I picked up with Ryan's eyes running a scrutiny on my body and making me shudder with trepidation. "Where the hell are you, Valerie, you're not supposed to leave the fucking house!" Liam, my

Ryan POV"Sir we found her" One of my guards called Bradus said as my gaze shifted from the files of work that laid on the desk to him. " Let her go" I said, and his brows arched in surprise."But sir,---""It's okay, just let her go, Monica is the least of my problems right now, you can go" I cut in on his words, his mouth hung open, breaching anything he had wanted to say. I knew he would be shocked because I don't go back on my words but Monica had violated that rule of mine. "Okay, sir" He replied, bowed and left. I sighed, my mind drifting to numerous things.Grandfather had called and asked me to get married as that was the only way he would give his last assets to me or give it to the government. I had hired Monica to do the job but it seemed the slut looked through my files and ran away with my money.I asked my guards to find her and she had been seen at the airport boarding the first flight that came in sight but I didn't see the need to capture her anymore.If she wanted

Valerie’s POVI should have known the day was going to be a disaster the moment I stepped out of the bedroom.The mansion was eerily quiet as I walked down the grand hallway, my bare feet making no sound against the polished marble floors. It was almost unsettling—like the calm before a thunderstorm.I had barely made it to the dining room when I saw Ryan sitting at the head of the table, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, flipping through his phone as he sipped his coffee. He looked completely at ease, as if today wasn’t the day we were about to turn the entire world upside down.I, on the other hand, felt like I was about to walk into an ambush."You’re finally down," he said without looking up from his phone."Unfortunately," I muttered under my breath as I pulled out a chair.He smirked. "You sound excited.""I’m thrilled," I deadpanned, grabbing a piece of toast.Ryan finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You’ll survive.""Easy for you to say," I shot back. "

Valerie’s POVThe entire ride back to Ryan’s penthouse was tense. My heart was still racing from the hooded figure watching us. Ryan hadn’t said a word since we got into the car, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched as if he were holding something back.I shifted in my seat, glancing at him. “Ryan…”“Not now,” he muttered, his voice sharp.I pressed my lips together, feeling frustration bubble inside me. “You can’t just ignore this. Who the hell was that?”Ryan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled the car into the underground parking lot of his building, put it in park, and exhaled slowly. Then he turned to me, his dark eyes locked onto mine.“I don’t know,” he admitted, which was somehow more unsettling than if he had.I crossed my arms. “You sure about that? Because something tells me this isn’t just about some nosy paparazzi.”He rubbed a hand over his jaw, looking almost… conflicted. That alone sent a shiver through me. Ryan Devante was never con