Semua Bab Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Miley's POV: The cathedral doors swung open, and I stepped inside, into the hall where everyone was holding their breaths. My breath fogged slightly beneath the veil as I stepped forward, the silk gown swaying around my ankles with every slow, deliberate step. My heart thudded in my chest, but my hands did not shake. I had walked into enemy fire before and this was no different. The massive doors creaked open as I crossed the threshold. The crowd inside rose to their feet in thunderous applause. Cameras clicked. Murmurs turned into full-blown awe. I could hear someone crying softly in the front row. Petals lined the aisle, sunlight pouring through stained glass. And at the end of it all, there he stood. Archie. Looking dazed, overwhelmed, nervous. His eyes were glistening, whether from emotion or the champagne he had undoubtedly been sipping all morning, I did not care. My father beside him, beaming like this was the pinnacle of his legacy. As if this farce..this wedding was

Miley’s POVWe stepped into a world of chaos outside. Even through the haze of adrenaline fuelling my limbs and even with Nico’s steady arm around me keeping me somewhat grounded, the world outside the cathedral felt like a battlefield.Cameras flashed so brightly that I was nearly blinded, and the reporters shouted over each other; probably, they had gathered outside the cathedral after the news leaked from the reporters that had been invited to cover the wedding. I clung to Nico’s arm, my fingers digging into his arm suit as we pushed through the sea of bodies. Voices screamed over each other, microphones shoved toward my face like daggers. And yet, all I could hear was my heart pounding. “Miss Godfrey! What’s next for you?”“Are you going to press charges against your family?”“Some say you fabricated the will, any comment on that?”“How does it feel to betray your own blood?”"Miss Godfrey! What’s the next step, will your family members and ex-fiance face jail time?”"How can

Miley's POVMy father didn’t flinch.Not when Emily walked in like she owned the room. Not when she sat down beside me, smoothing her pristine white dress like she hadn’t shattered lives to wear it. He didn’t blink, because this was planned. Or rehearsed. Maybe both.“We thought you might try something desperate at the wedding,” Emily said, her voice honeyed, sickly sweet. “But then again… you never really had the spine for theatrics.”I turned to her slowly, raising a brow. Calm. Collected. Unbothered.“And yet here I am,” I said, lips curving just slightly. “Married. Standing. Richer than you.”Her smile froze. It was subtle—the kind of tension you only caught if you knew where to look. The claws were coming, but they weren’t hers.“To that criminal?” my father sneered, stepping in before she could speak again. “It’s hardly a brag to be married to someone with dirty money—”“Don’t forget who else has blood on their hands, Father.”My voice was sharp. Fierce. But inside, I was bleedi

Miley's POV:The tires screeched as Archie pulled on to the highway, speeding down the empty road like a man possessed.“Archie, stop the damn car!” I shouted, slamming my palm against the dashboard. “Have you lost your mind?!”He didn’t even look at me.“You’re just confused right now, baby” he muttered, eyes locked ahead. “You don’t remember… but I do. I remember our love. I remember us. And today, I’ll remind you too!”I fumbled for my phone in my coat pocket. My heart was running a marathon, but I kept myself in control, calmly pulling it out without any jerky movements. But before I could even unlock it, he reached over and snatched it from my hand.“No! Miley, I won't let you drag any third person into this.”I laughed bitterly, my voice slicing through the car like broken glass.“And you're the one saying this? The guy who not only invited a third person into our relationship, but also fucked her right before our engagement?”“I don’t care about her!” he barked. “Miley, I t

Miley's POV The evening had turned quiet, painted in bruised shades of lilac and grey. The clouds had begun to pull back, letting in thin stripes of orange light across the balcony. A soft breeze stirred the curtains beside me, but I didn’t move. I just sat there, staring at the fading horizon like it owed me answers.Nico had left a little while ago, his voice low and careful as he leaned in close and kissed my forehead.“There are things I need to take care of. Some fallout from today… and Archie’s mess. I’ll be back soon.”I had smiled and told him I was fine, and that I was just planning to rest. He looked at me for a long moment before finally walking away, his hand trailing along my back like he didn’t quite want to leave.But now, alone in this silence, I felt the ache crawling under my skin. Not pain, exactly, but a sense of anticipation and dread in my chest that hadn’t eased all day.I didn’t expect things to fall neatly into place, of course.Before stepping back into this