Semua Bab Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Miley's POV:The acrid scent of smoke yanked me from sleep. I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs as the crackling sound registered in my mind. It was faint at first, like leaves being crushed underfoot, distant and harmless. But then, the smoke thickened and I bolted upright in bed, my heart already hammering as it registered… fire.Something was on fire!I didn’t think before I threw off the blanket and rushed to the window. Orange light flickered against the walls outside, licking up the side of the villa like it was hungry enough to swallow it completely. “Oh my God!” I gasped, and sprinted for the door.I raced through the hall, the scent growing stronger, thicker, clawing down my throat. The hallway was hazy with smoke, the orange glow from downstairs painting the walls in flickering, hellish light. My bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as I sprinted toward the stairs, my lungs already burning. As I turned the corner toward the kitchen, the heat hi

Miley's POV:I hesitated at the doorway, my fingers curled around the edge of the frame. The faint crackle of ash and wood still lingered in the air, the scent clinging to my hair, my skin, everything. The balcony beyond the glass door was dark except for the soft orange glow of the streetlight filtering through the trees, and the ember of a cigarette flaring in the shadows.My heart kicked up at the sight.It was Nico.He stood there, alone, his shirt rumpled and half open at the collar, bandaged arm resting against the railing like he’d forgotten it was injured. The cigarette balanced between his fingers pulsed to life every few seconds, lighting the edge of his jaw, the high slant of his cheekbone, the exhaustion in the slope of his shoulders.He looked… haunted. And beautiful. Or I should say… hauntingly beautiful.I should have felt something else. Fury. Sadness. Maybe confusion. There were so many things that I should have felt, just like there were so many questions that I had

Miley's POV:I tried to get up, but his hands were like steel bands around my waist. And suddenly, I became very aware of where exactly I was. His lap was firm beneath me, his thighs steady like two pillars of steel, flexing under my weight.And yet, unlike the biting coldness of steel… I actually could feel the warmth of him through the thin layers of my clothes, even the slow rise and fall of his chest just inches from mine.The air between us crackled with tension, and I suddenly found it hard to breathe with all this burden over my chest: the burden of words we hadn’t said, questions I hadburied, and the electric weight of how close we were to each other.I swallowed and tried to pull away.“Nico, let go of me…”I whispered, already shifting to slide off his lap.But his hands tightened on my waist, not enough to cause pain but enough to cage me in. “Miley, if you know anything about me, you know I don’t let things go so easily.”His voice was quiet, but it held a command… the k

Miley's POV: The days stretched like taffy, each one pulling me deeper into the quiet rhythm of our new normal. I caught myself watching Nico in those stolen moments when he thought no one was looking. The way his shoulders slumped just slightly when exhaustion won, how his fingers would pause mid-motion when a burn pulled tight. These were the cracks in his armor, the glimpses of the man beneath the legend. Each morning, I found myself slipping into a routine as I took my place beside Nico with the burn ointment and fresh gauze, the silence between us soft and fragile. He didn’t flinch when I touched him anymore. Our hands would brush, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary, and every time it happened, my chest would tighten like it didn’t know how to breathe around him.He didn’t talk much, but I noticed things. The way his eyes followed me when I moved around the room. How he only exhaled fully once I sat down beside him. There was a quiet vulnerability that pe

Miley's POV: His hands slid around my waist, strong and steady, and the moment I kissed him, I felt a force tugging me towards him… making it impossible for me to go anywhere but in his waiting arms. I knew that he felt it too… I could feel the way his arms tightened around me, the way his breath blew, hot and heavy against my cheek. “Miley…” He whispered against my lips, and my name had never sounded this wonderful before… filled with love, longing, and everything else that he was saying without using his words. I just looked up at him, heart hammering, my hands curled in the front of his shirt while my mouth was tangled with his. I felt his hands slide under my butt as he lifted me, without breaking the kiss for a single second. My breath caught in my lungs, filled with excitement and anticipation, as my legs wrapped around his waist like they had a mind of their own. He carried me down the hallway with quiet, focused steps… and it was probably better, where Tulio or Au