All Chapters of Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Miley's POV: Sunlight dripped like honey across the duvet when I woke. For three blissful seconds, I forgot everything: the betrayal, the chase, the cold seawater filling my lungs. The mattress was comfortable– it cradled me like a cloud, and the silk sheets that were cool against my bare legs provided a cool, calming sensation to my nerves. My fingers curled around something plastic—a sling bottle of water placed carefully in my grasp. And then, reality crashed down. I bolted upright, the movement sending a stab of pain through my bruised ribs. This isn't my room. This isn't my country. The grandeur of the space alone was overwhelming-- towering ceilings with intricate moldings, gray silk drapes pooling on marble floors, a chandelier that looked like frozen starlight. It was a guest room, judging by the fact that it was impeccably elegant, yet there were no personal touches anywhere. I started to breathe heavily , trying to suck as much air as I could, sending myself

Author's POV: The kitchen was filled with the bright, sweet scent of citrus and warm cake. Miley stood near the counter, a smear of powdered sugar dusting her cheek, as she worked the hand mixer through a bowl of buttercream. The soft, rhythmic whirring of the beaters, the occasional clink of her spoon against the mixing bowl, all these sounds were calming to her senses. The process of following a recipe she knew by heart was grounding, and this was the most peaceful she had felt in days. Earlier, she had found a basket of fresh lemons and oranges in the fridge, and she immediately knew what she wanted to make! She would bake a citrus cake, something light and sweet to express her gratitude. The sponge had risen beautifully in the oven, and now she was whipping the frosting to finish it off. However, unbeknownst to Miley at that time, two pairs of eyes were peeking in from the hallway. “It looks so pretty! She has been working at it for almost two hours now…” Whispered Gin

Nico's POV: Every time I got locked in the basement as a kid, it felt like the end of the world. I could still remember the angry slam of the door after I was dragged there by the collar and thrown inside, but the suffocating silence that followed it used to be the scariest thing in all this. My father believed it was a punishment that would build character, but all it gave was the survival instincts no child should have. At first, I used to cry, hoping that my tears would melt his heart. And then, I started to scream for help at the top of my lungs. But eventually, I learned to wait it out. I started counting breaths, carving lines on the wall with my nails, and humming nonsense to fill the dreadful silence. Pain taught me patience, and loneliness taught me how to stand alone, even if the whole world is on the other side. Ironically, in the years that followed, I started going back there voluntarily. Unlike my father's expectations, the basement became the place wh

Miley's POV: Tulio’s words from last night lingered in my mind long after he fell asleep again. I couldn’t stop thinking about them—about how Nico must have watched his sister suffer, about the kind of man it must have taken to crawl out of that pain, and still take a stand against the drugs that indirectly claimed her life. Nico had morals– a bottom line he could hold on to. And maybe… a good heart too. I got up early the next morning. I didn’t want to sit around being pitied, I wanted to do something… anything that would show my appreciation for his consideration and generosity, even if it was in a small way. Tulio told me that Nico had fired both the maids yesterday, and the agency couldn't send someone on such short notice. Since the little one had really liked the cake, maybe I could make something again…? I made my way to the kitchen, and whipped up a breakfast that used to make Emily cry from joy: eggs, toast, grilled mushrooms, and some fresh fruit on the side.

Miley’s POV: “Leave us alone, all of you.”Nico turned to me, his voice steady but sharp. “What did you want to say?”I swallowed the knot in my throat and stepped forward. My hands were cold, but I held them together to keep from shaking. “I have a solution which will solve all these problems at once: you should marry me.”Fixing my gaze on Nico, who was looking at me with a sharp glare.The silence in the room was immediate. I continued quickly, trying to explain myself and clear the issue as soon as I could. “My mother left me an inheritance, but it’s locked in a trust. I can only access it once I am married. If we get married and I get the money, I’ll give it to you to help you with the crisis on your end.”I took a breath and added, before he felt the need to ask himself. “But I do have one condition: you will have to help me get my revenge.”I lifted my eyes to his, only to find that Nico was already looking at me— as if I had just told him there was a human corpse hidden i