บททั้งหมดของ Contract With The Devil's Mafia: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

This isn't the end of the road. That's what Miya told herself as she went into the house her father left behind. The house, which was much smaller and had been uninhabited for a long time, was already in view. The peeling paint and some unkempt plants made Miya feel uneasy. It's possible there might be a snake coming out of hiding."I'll help you find out where your father is, Miya." Hans really didn't want to leave the daughter of a contact in a place quite far from the city center. But Hans was in over his head as the family lawyer because he was outmatched. Michael's approach was always risky.Hans had advised him to be more careful with the contract and the risks involved. Unfortunately, Michael is someone who isn't easily satisfied with a challenge. He took a big risk without thinking that he could lose everything."Thanks, Mr. Hans. I look forward to hearing from you."Not long after that, Hans left Miya there. Miya never imagined that she'd be in the same sky but with a very di

"You should know that you'll be starting your punishment today."Miya let out a low growl of frustration, but she couldn't fault the teacher for showing up at this late hour. By the end of the first hour, Miya was already behind. When she got to the second hour, Miya was asked to leave her class. Miya will start serving the punishment given to her by Victor Wyatt, who owns this university."My apologies." That was all Miya could say, moving along slowly. Don't ask her how bad she had to look to give a smile so that her best friend, who had been watching her, wouldn't worry too much. Once she was in front of the classroom door, Miya let out a frustrated sigh. "What's the best way to handle this?"If it weren't for the message on her cell phone, Miya might have already decided to head home. Why was she always here? There wasn't anything for her to do, right?Tessa sent her a message asking her to wait at a café not far from campus. Miya couldn't very well ignore her best friend's reques

"You look great, Miss Miya," said one of the boutique employees who had just fastened the last button of the soft pink dress worn by the blonde-haired girl. "Thanks." That was all Miya could manage to say. Her reflection in the mirror showed her what she needed to know. Her blonde hair was styled beautifully, with a slight choppiness at the ends. One side of her hair was pinned up with a ribbon-shaped clip. She's also wearing pearl earrings that are like the necklace she's wearing. Her white skin just makes Miya look even more beautiful. Miya was ready for a change of pace, aso she turned around. She looked at the man who had been waiting for her, changing clothes and getting ready with the help of some skilled hands. He made her shabby appearance change in just a fairly short period of time. Miya was never surprised by his appearance. She was used to things like this. Even a collection from this boutique brand occupies a small space in her wardrobe. The crafts

"Oh, no! Victor wasn't being truthful with me," she thought to herself. She clenched her hands in nervous anticipation. Had she finally had her lucky streak end? Oh, no. It seemed that God was simply postponing their meeting. In a nutshell, Miya was going to interact with that man. The man who gave Miya the creeps. "What should I do later?" Miya bit her fingertips. She couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety and fear that came over her. "Should I just pretend to faint?" Miya closed her eyes tightly. It was ridiculous that the thought had even crossed her mind."Never mind!" Miya gave her cheek a good, firm pat. Alex, who was driving, immediately focused on the girl in the backseat."What's the problem, Miss?" she asked, sounding rather frantic. Although Miya could see that the blonde-haired girl was agitated, she was surprised that Miya would slap herself on the cheek."Nothing." Miya let out a long sigh. "Don't worry about me."Alex still wasn't convinced. The girl's face looked flush

"Has my husband said when he'll be back this afternoon?" a woman in a wheelchair asked. She looked over at the entrance to her three-story house. This house was anything but ordinary. It was a luxurious mansion, complete with all the trappings of a couple from an upper class background.The room where the woman sat had been set up with a window overlooking the main gate. The idea was to let her know right away if her husband came home, even though it was unclear when he'd be back."Nothing, Mrs. Rebecca," said one of the servants, not far behind the woman.Rebecca Sawyer let out a long sigh. She was Damian Sawyer's wife, but unfortunately, that was something she could only celebrate on rare occasions. Maybe at the beginning of their marriage? Or maybe it was before everything happened? The accident that made Rebecca regret and curse her new status as "different." "Give me my cell phone." The hand with red, polished nails asked for her cell phone. Since she'd been in a wheelchair, she