บททั้งหมดของ BECOMING THE WIFE OF A MAFIA BOSS: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Karen! Karen!” shouted Ms. Bridget Augustus as she rushed down the grand staircase of their mansion. Despite being in her silk pajamas, she looked stunning, like she had just wrapped up a luxury photoshoot for a high-end brand. Well, with her half-American lineage, who wouldn’t? She had the kind of beauty that turned heads—a face that could launch ships, as they say, and a body so graceful even the stars might fall for her. But her beauty came with a sharp attitude, one that scared people away. Employees walked on eggshells around her, and no one stayed long in her employment. Honestly, you’d think she was the reincarnation of a tiger, cursed by some forest goddess to live among humans but never learn how to chill and relax. It seems like she had a disaster running through her spine.“ Karen! Where have you been? I’m going to be late! Get my stuff ready and call Bado to prepare the car!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.In the kitchen, Manang Karen, who had

In a dimly lit warehouse, shadows danced eerily across the concrete walls, casting a sinister glow on the imposing figure of Deather "The Scarface," the ruthless Don of the Scarface Cartel. Dressed sharply in a jet-black suit, his polished shoes reflected the dim light, and in his hands rested a heavy metal baseball bat slung lazily over his shoulder. His icy eyes carried a chilling, calculating gaze, their cold depths betraying no mercy. He was totally Hades himself for being as ruthless as him, and he feared nothing, not even the gods forcing together. “Well, well, well…” Deather's voice sliced through the thick silence, smooth yet dripping with mockery. He stood tall, looking down at a trembling Mr. Wong, who was on his knees, shivering on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor. Wong's hands were pressed together in desperate prayer, his head bowed, unable to meet the penetrating gaze of the Don. “How does it feel to kiss the ground, Mr. Wong?” Deather sneered, a sadistic smirk cre

Beneath a grand chandelier that sparkled like stars in the night sky, Bridget Augustus, the sharp-eyed CEO who missed no detail, sat across from Manang Karen, her ever-loyal house manager, maid, and gossip queen. The dining table looked straight out of a five-star restaurant scene: a perfectly cooked beef Wellington, roasted vegetables drizzled with olive oil, and a mix of native desserts like sapin-sapin and kutsinta. To the side, a bottle of imported wine stood proudly—even though it was still morning. Because why not? She could afford almost everything. Almost, because some things cannot be bought.“Well done, Manang Karen. You managed to find quite the driver,” Bridget said casually as she cut into her beef Wellington. Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, though her slight smirk betrayed a sliver of genuine approval. It was the kind of praise that said, “Good job, but don’t get cocky.”Manang Karen frowned and scratched her head, visibly puzzled. “Wh-why, ma’am? Did you test him o

Bridget Augustus's first impression of her new driver, Hans Seymour, was surprisingly good. Tall, tan, and with an intense aura that could rival any movie leading man, he seemed like someone who could command attention without trying. However, as days went by, her admiration started to wane. Hans was too calm and composed—traits that irked her, especially as someone used to people tiptoeing around her to avoid causing offense. What bothered her more was how he didn’t seem to admire her beauty or wit like most people did. Deep down, though, Bridget could sense something about him—something intriguing and hidden.Bridget was a CEO of the K Newspapers and Magazines Company, and as one of the most well-known in the field of journalism, she really was something. She could easily sense when something was wrong or when somebody was hiding something. That was her intuition about her newly hired driver. He might be hiding something wrong.“Can you avoid the traffic, Hans? I can’t be late!” Bri

“Do you know a place where I can unwind and cool my head?” Bridget Augustus asked, leaning against the backseat of the car. She’d been restless, shifting positions every few minutes as if trying to escape her thoughts. The tension from her earlier confrontation with Dark Moreno was still gnawing at her. Dark was one of her most reliable business partners and a significant investor in K Newspaper and Magazines Company. Losing him could cause irreparable damage, especially with the ongoing project involving the influential Cali family. “Ugh, God! This is officially the worst day of my life!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes for emphasis. She couldn't believe why this could happen—not with her business partner.Hans Seymour glanced at her briefly through the rearview mirror, a faint smile crossing his lips. “I know a place, ma’am, but it’s a bit far. Still, it’s worth the drive. The scenery and vibe will definitely calm you down,” he said calmly, keeping his focus on the road a