Semua Bab Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Miley's POV: I woke to the golden wash of morning light stretching across the bed, warming the sheets tangled around my legs. For a moment, I lay still, the silence humming softly around me, broken only by the occasional chirp of birds and the rustling of the curtains in the breeze. Then I noticed the space beside me was empty. I sat up slowly, the ache between my thighs a quiet reminder of the night before. My cheeks flushed, heart softening at the memory. I wrapped the sheet around myself and padded quietly into the next room. There he was… Nico was sitting on the edge of the couch, shirtless, still in his trousers from last night. The soft lines of morning sunlight cut across his back, highlighting the hard angles of his shoulders, the curve of his spine. His brows were furrowed as he stared at something on his phone, completely absorbed. I moved behind him, letting my fingers trail gently over the broad stretch of his shoulders, his warm skin smooth beneath my touch. “Go

Miley's POV:The first thing I noticed was the way his shoulders tensed up. Nico had always carried tension in his body, but lately, it settled in like armor, trying to protect something constantly, unmovingly. Since that day when he had declared we would be going home soon, he had started staying up later, sitting by the wide oak desk in the study long after Tulio and I had gone to bed. The glow of the lamp stayed visible under the door, often until dawn.At first, I did not pry.But by the second night in a row, I padded in barefoot and leaned on the doorframe, watching him from a distance. Maps were spread across the desk. Hand drawn territory lines. Dots marked with ink, some of them new, some were scratched out. His phone was pressed to his ear, his jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the flicker of muscle just beneath the skin.“No! I said keep your eyes on both south entrances. If she moves again, I want to know before she even breathes in a new direction.”His voice was

Nico's POV:BANG!Her only remaining bodyguard lunged from behind the curtain, but little did he know… I had spotted him moving behind the curtain. I shot him in the leg, then again in the chest when he reached for the knife, and he dropped beside the piano like a sack of meat.Karina did not even flinch.Her eyes drifted back to me, empty of fire. “So what now, Nico?”I did not answer. I just stepped further into the room, men flanking me silently, and took in the ruins of a woman who once thought she could burn me down… but she was not successful in that.Instead, she had already burned herself, and all I had to do was walk through the ashes.Karina’s revolver lay discarded on the desk where I'd disarmed her and she didn't even make a move to reach for it. "You look like hell…” I said. She laughed, the sound was raw and broken. "You always knew how to charm a woman, Lorenzo! Don’t you… or else why would someone who is here to kill me, care about how I look?" I leaned against

Miley's POV:I had given in to the pull of the rabbit hole. Almost four hours later, I had scrolled through all the latest posts, videos from Emily and Archie, the press announcements and videos released from the company's accounts, and all the news pieces covering this piece. I stared at the phone screen long after the video stopped playing.Their laughter echoed in my head like a cruel loop, Emily flashing her perfect white teeth, Archie placing his hand on her back, and my father’s voice booming with delight about “family, love, and legacy.” As if I was nothing but a footnote.My hands trembled as I clutched the phone again. The bile in my throat refused to go down.They really thought that they were going to get away with it, and they were celebrating it like they had already gotten away with it! If overconfidence was a person…And unless I did something, they would write my story like I was some kind of sainted corpse, and was the last thing that I would let them do.I stormed

Emily's POV: I sat in front of the dresser, sunlight pouring in through the massive windows, catching on the crystal perfume bottles and fine silver combs laid out for me. The mirror framed my reflection like a painting, flawless, glorious… beautiful. This was it! The most perfect day of my life. Today, I was going to marry Archie. Today, I would officially take Miley’s place… the title, the inheritance, the company… all mine. No more pretending. No more smiling like some secondhand knockoff. After today, I was the real daughter. The rightful heiress, of everything that was supposed to be Miley’s. The wife of the man she was supposed to get married to. They all loved me anyway. My father, Archie, even the board… they were willing to give me everything, even if it meant crushing that stupid little virgin beneath their boots. Poor, pathetic Miley. So obsessed with purity. So convinced she was too sacred to touch before marriage. Where was all that virtue now? I let out a soft, cr