บททั้งหมดของ Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

We’re fixing this—tonight?I blink at him, my brain still catching up. “Wait… tonight?”Angelo looks completely unbothered. “The earlier, the better.”I feel my stomach churn with unease. There’s something about the way he says it that makes me nervous, like he’s already thought this through, like he’s already made up his mind about whatever’s going to happen next.I swallow, hesitating before I ask, “And… how exactly are we fixing this?”He exhales through his nose, his gaze sharp as he looks at me. “We’re going to my club.”I frown. “Your club?”“Yes. And while we’re there, we’re going to give the public what they want.”I don’t like the way he says that. I don’t like the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curve just slightly—like he’s anticipating my reaction.I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean?”He tilts his head, as if debating whether to explain it gently or just rip off the bandage. Unfortunately for me, he chooses the latter.“I mean, we’re going to act like an extrem

The car was too quiet, save for the sound of the engine but even that was not enough to drown the sound of the pounding of my chest.I kept my gaze on the window, watching the blurred lights of the city speed past, though I wasn’t really seeing anything.My body still burned.My skin still tingled where his hands had been.Where his lips had touched.I clenched my fists on my lap, my nails digging into my palm as if that would ground me, as if that would make me forget the way he had moved my body like I belonged to him.I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.I wasn’t supposed to want more.“Mya.”His voice was low, cutting through the silence, making my heart jump.I swallowed and nodded stiffly, still not looking at him. “I’m fine.”I could feel his eyes on me, it was hot.But I didn’t meet them.I couldn’t.Because if I did, he would know.He would see everything—the confusion, the heat, the desperate way I was trying to pull myself together.He said nothing after that, and I was grat

MyaThe Next MorningI woke up feeling... I don’t know, calmer, better, rested. Whatever you chose to call itThat was the first thing I noticed.For the first time in a long while, I had slept through the night without tossing and turning. No nightmares, no overthinking until dawn—just deep, uninterrupted sleep.Then, as I sat up, the memories from last night came crashing back. My mind could have at least given me a second to breathe.My face heated instantly.Oh my God.The club. The dancing. Him. The way he held me, touched me, whispered things into my ear and made my knees feel like jelly.And then… what I had done after.I groaned and buried my face in my hands.What was wrong with me?Shaking off the embarrassment, I got out of bed, determined to act normal. I wasn’t going to think about it. I wasn’t going to let him get into my head again. If I didn’t think about it, then it didn’t happen. I don’t know how logical that was just at least it was working. Out of mind, out of emba

AngeloThe city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the glass reflecting the soft glow of my desk lamp. It was late, but that didn’t matter. Work never truly ended. Stacks of contracts sat in front of me, neatly arranged after hours of reviewing, signing, and approving. The weight of running an empire never got lighter, no matter how many capable hands I had beneath me.I had quite a number of people running different companies and branches of everything I own all around the world and at the end of the day.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The upcoming anniversary event for this company was something I had barely thought about. It was just another obligation—something to show my presence, shake a few hands, and remind people why they needed to keep doing business with me.But now, things were different.Mya.She wasn’t supposed to be part of this. When I married her, I never intended to let her too far into my world. It was supposed to be

The moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, I felt out of place. You’d think having attended a handful of these parties would make you used to the kind of crowd but there was just no getting used to it. The chandeliers above sparkled, casting golden light over the elegantly dressed guests. The men wore sleek suits, the women dressed in shimmering gowns, soft laughter and practiced conversations filling the air. But none of that mattered. Not when Angelo’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist. Not when his touch sent heat curling through my body, making it nearly impossible to think straight. I had been trying to keep my thoughts in check since last night at the club. I really had. But every time I was near him, every time he touched me, my mind went places it shouldn’t. And tonight, in this dress that clung to every curve, in his arms as we posed for photos, my brain had completely betrayed me. Why is he holding me so tight? I felt his fingers press against the small of my