All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

AndreiThe house felt eerily quiet when I stepped out of my office. It was almost seven p.m., and I’d worked so much that I skipped breakfast and dinner.I also hadn’t caught a glimpse of Giselle despite being in the same house, which was unusual. As much as she was avoiding me, I’d usually see her hurrying upstairs or to the garden outside or find her fast asleep when I came home from work.But I had been so buried in work that I hadn’t even stepped out until now.I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw the food arranged on a console near my office door. There were pancakes topped with berries, honey, and sour cream on the side, which was strange because Miss Pushkin wouldn’t leave my food outside the office, especially uncovered, and she wouldn’t serve me this for breakfast or lunch.There was a cup of black coffee next to the pancakes. I liked my coffee hot enough to burn the tongue, but seeing as there was no steam pouring from it, I guessed it had gone cold.I lifted the t

GiselleI hadn’t realized how terrible my decision to run away was until now. I’d thought I could simply go back to my apartment and move on with life as usual or book a flight to Oregon to stay with Mom.I was wrong.There were at least five men stationed in front of my home when I got there. All five of them were tall, dressed in suits, and had that murderous look on their faces that Andrei’s bodyguards had.To be honest, I couldn’t tell if these men were some of Andrei’s associates whom I hadn't met or if they belonged to one of the rival families he mentioned. Regardless of the answer, I was determined not to get caught by them.I’d turned around and found a café where I sat most of the afternoon. I didn’t have my credit card or any money on me, so I’d pretty much starved through the day, and now that it was nighttime, I was out of energy and with nowhere to sleep.Running away like that was a hell of a bad decision. I should’ve kept my anger in check and recovered some of my thin

Tears blurred my vision, but I dared not blink them away. Whatever he wanted to do to me would be a hundred times worse if he sensed I was afraid, and I wasn’t in the mood to feed his ego.He pushed off the chair and stalked toward me, holding the tip of the knife up so I could get a good view of the pointy end.I thought about Mom, thought about art and selling off a piece in a gallery filled with people who appreciated raw talent. I hadn’t gotten a chance to live that dream yet. I hadn’t lived at all.Andrei would be looking for me by now. It was one thing that he considered me a tool, but I was his lifeline, and he wouldn’t just let me escape. He’d try to find me no matter what it would cost him.I needed to stall Gavril until he did.“Maybe I can think of something,” I said sharply. “My father left a clue behind. I’m not sure where exactly the shipment is, but I’ll figure it out.”He stopped walking, and his brow quirked up his receding hairline. “What clue?”“A text.” I inhaled,

Gavril’s body parts decorated the floor—teeth, fingers, one of his ears, and one of his big toes.His whimpers were weaker now as he dangled between consciousness and death. His head hung low, his suit was soaked in his blood, and his body was barely holding onto life.Even now, I hadn’t gotten the satisfaction I needed. The rage inside me demanded more pieces of him, but he was closeto giving up the ghost, and death was a mercy—one he didn’t deserve.Throwing him in a gutter and leaving him to die made more sense.“What should we do with him, sir?” Dimitri asked.I glared at the half-dead in front of me. “Dispose him,” I ordered. “He’ll be a waste as a prisoner.”Dimitri nodded.I rolled down my sleeves and threw on my suit jacket to hide the splatters of blood. Giselle would be shaken if she saw them, and after everything she’d been through, the last thing I wanted was to traumatize her further.Drawing in an even breath, I turned toward the door where Giselle was meant to be but fr

I’d expected more from him, and because of that, I’d been hurt more. Men like Andrei weren’t capable of love. I should’ve known that, but I thought it was different. I thoughtwewould be different.And I’d been fucking wrong.It hurt even more that he didn’t care to explain. He didn’t deny it either because he knew it was true.A part of me still wanted to believe that he cared for me beyond needing me to find the shipment, but I knew he didn’t, and I didn’t want to put myself through that pain again.He remained silent.For a moment, the only sound in the car was the hum of the tires against the pavement and my own unsteady breathing.“I’m sorry you heard that,” he finally said after a moment of silence. His voice was quieter but no less intense.My chest tightened, and a dull ache spread across my ribs.Sorry?That was all he could say?He wasn’t sorry for what he said or for manipulating me that way; all he was sorry about was that I’d heard him.“You’re such a jerk, Andrei. I should