Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Nico's POV:I hadn’t meant to walk this far.Three days ago, I could barely lift my head off the pillow without cursing. But now, somehow, my feet had dragged me all the way down a dirt path past the fence line, through the dew- slick grass, and to the edge of a narrow creek that cut through the woods behind this villa.My lungs were starting to burn, and there was a stitch on my side which ached like hell. Every breath tugged painfully at the stitches in my abdomen, but I didn’t stop walking.I needed to get out of that house… Not because of the boredom, or the feeling of being stuck in bed, even the pain that hardly ever left my side nowadays.No… it was because of her.Miley. She was everywhere, in every corner of that house. I found her pacing barefoot in the kitchen at dawn, gathering flowers and fruits from the orchard, completely unaware that I was watching her from the balcony. Sometimes, I would go downstairs only to find her and Tulio laughing maniacally while he smeared

Miley's POV:Nico looked at me like he was seeing something he didn’t quite know how to name. His eyes searched mine, steady but unreadable, and then his voice broke the silence, low and deliberate.“There’s been a lot of pain in your childhood, hasn’t there?”I stared ahead at the stream, the way the water glimmered like silver threads under the moonlight. I didn’t answer right away. My throat felt tight.“I was grateful for my life,” I said finally. “However it was. The first few years… I had nothing to complain about. We were very well to do, because my mom's business was flourishing. I my had books, my mother’s stories to keep me company whenever my parents were not around. I had my own friends, and quiet gardens, and days where it almost felt like peace.”I paused and folded my hands in my lap. “But yes. I faced betrayal. More than I thought I ever could. The worst came from my father.”Nico’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak.“I used to think they had the greatest love story…

Miley's POV:"Just because someone saved your life once…” Nico spoke up, his voice gravelly and low. “It doesn’t mean they have the right to issue your death sentence. Saving your life was his responsibility and his choice, not a favour for you.”The breath that I was taking got stuck in my lungs. His words had just cut through the tangled webs of fear and guilt inside me, releasing me of all my burden at once. And all with that smirk on his face and the darkness in his eyes… that was enough to make me weak in my knees. My tears were still wet on my cheeks, but before I could even think of wiping them away myself, Nico’s thumb brushed them aside, his touch unexpectedly gentle for a man who carried violence like his purpose in life . The next moment, I felt his soft mouth pressed against mine. His breath fanned against my face, as his lips softly caressed my cheeks. And then, my lips parted, almost out of instinct. Because clearly, my brain was in no state to be functioning at a

Miley's POV:We stepped into the villa, and the warmth of home greeted us like an old friend. Tulio was curled on the floor with his legs crossed, crayons scattered around him and a smug look on his face.“Aww! Finally , I see the lovebirds are back,” he said, raising an eyebrow far too dramatically for a child his age.Before I could respond, Mrs. Velma, the housekeeper, who was there with Tulio just a few minutes ago, scampered toward the kitchen, muttering something about “needing to check on the broth,” and I winced. Poor woman. She was nearly sixty, and had known me since I was a little girl in pigtails. I would never want her to drop dead from the shock of this uncle-nephew hurricane, and at this rate, Nico and Tulio were going to give her a heart attack before the week was over.Trying to compose myself, I pointed a finger at Tulio, marching towards him. “Listen here, you little menace! Are you the patriarch of this house now? Giving orders like some tiny dictator? Laying dow

Miley's POV:I woke up before dawn, my body moving before my mind could fully register the weight pressing against my chest. The house was still silent, and the villa was completely wrapped in that hazy blue light before sunrise.Perfect. If I stayed busy enough, maybe I could outrun the thoughts chasing me. I wrapped a shawl over my shoulders and padded down the creaky stairs, each step echoing a little too loudly in the emptiness.The kitchen was already warm with the scent of brewing coffee and fresh dough. Aunt Velma, the housekeeper, was standing at the counter with her back to me, her hair tied up in a messy bun and her apron smudged with flour.She almost jumped up, startled when I entered the kitchen, her wrinkled hands pausing over the dough she was kneading. "Miss Miley! You're up early." Her sharp eyes studied me, taking in the shadows I knew lingered beneath my eyes. “Good morning…” I said softly, offering a small smile as I stepped inside.“Good morning dear, but d