Todos os capítulos de Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Miley’s POV I could feel Nico beside me, his presence a constant reassurance, yet a challenge at the same time. He had made it clear from the start: this wasn’t a corporate game, this was a war, and I had to claim my place—or risk losing it. I rolled my shoulders, letting the tension in my neck ease slightly as I opened the first envelope from the morning’s reports. The supplier had missed a critical shipment of silk for the autumn line, and their excuse sounded hollow at best. I lifted my gaze to Nico, who stood with his arms crossed, watching me dissect the numbers like a predator. “Looks like they’ve underdelivered again,” I murmured. “And the invoice shows they’re charging us for the full quantity.” Nico’s lips curved slightly. “What do you want to do?” I didn’t hesitate. “Call the regional manager immediately. I want a full explanation and a replacement shipment by tomorrow. And tell them I’ll be personally inspecting it.” He nodded. “Consider it done. Anything else?” I fl

Miley's POV I sat in my office chair at the top of the building, overlooking the city that still didn’t know what storms were coming. My hands rested on the armrests, steady, but my heart was hammering like a war drum.It had been only days since the ring confirmed what I had feared—the poison that killed my mother was deliberate, deliberate enough to carry the monsters’ signature. Since then, I hadn’t slept properly. My nights were haunted by the image of her skeletal hand, the delicate rose-shaped ring still clinging to her finger, as if it refused to let go of her even in death.But I didn’t have the luxury of mourning. I had a company to secure. And enemies to crush.“Cara,” Nico’s voice broke my spiral. He leaned against the doorway, tie loose, shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked like sin and salvation wrapped in one body. “The suppliers from Dubai are still stalling. Do you want me to handle it, or do you want the pleasure?”I smirked faintly. “The pleasure’s mine. I’ll show the

Miley's POVThe morning started with a quiet urgency, the kind of tension that hums under the surface before everything explodes into chaos. I had barely finished my coffee when Nico’s hand brushed my back as we entered the office. He didn’t say anything—he never needed to—but the presence alone gave me a steadiness I couldn’t fake on my own. Today was going to be messy. I could feel it in the way the staff were already buzzing, like a beehive disturbed.The first problem was the new supplier for our autumn collection. Raw materials had been delayed again, this time due to customs issues that Emily had already exaggerated in her behind-the-scenes emails. The moment I stepped into the room, I could feel the tension spike. Whispers, sidelong glances, the subtle eye-rolls of people waiting for me to fail. And then there was Emily, perched at the edge of the conference table, typing furiously into her laptop like she was composing doom itself.“Morning,” I said lightly, setting my bag dow

Miley's POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. After yesterday’s chaos, I knew today would demand every ounce of focus I had, and yet, as I sipped my coffee, I allowed myself a small smile. Tulio bounced ahead of me in the lobby, already trying to balance his lunchbox on his head like it was a crown. “Angel, look! I’m the king of lunch!” he declared. I chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Careful, Your Majesty, don’t trip over your kingdom.” He laughed and ran ahead, leaving a trail of giggles and the faint aroma of chocolate cookies. Even in the midst of a stormy business week, little moments like this reminded me why I fought so hard—for control, yes, but also for them.Nico followed silently behind, his presence a steady anchor. He gave me a quick nod as we entered the elevator, and I felt my chest ease slightly. Yesterday had been intense, and though we had handled multiple crises, I knew Emily wou

Miley's POVI sipped the last of my coffee, letting the warmth settle through me as Nico leaned against the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on me in that way that made my pulse stutter every time. “You ready?” he asked, voice low, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of steel I couldn’t ignore.“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, setting the mug down. My fingers lingered on the rim, steadying myself. “Emily’s going to try something today. I can feel it.”He smirked, pushing off the counter to walk toward me. “Then we make sure she fails. Together.” He slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Nothing touches my Angel.”I shivered at the possessiveness, but the reminder of our last night gave me courage. “Good,” I murmured. “Because the first crisis hits the moment we walk in.”He raised a brow. “Already?”“Yes,” I said. “The first supplier sent a panic email about fabric shortages. They claim their dye machine broke, but I have a feeling—call it intuition—that someone’s trying to