Semua Bab I Accidentally Married a Mafia Boss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“I said we’re out.” Holding the empty orange bottle in my palm, I watched it as though it may replenish itself with enough time. Already on to the next customer, the chemist hardly turned behind as he left. My knuckles whitened, and my hold tightened around the plastic. “Please,” I called after him. “There has to be something you can do. My mother needs that medication.” “We don’t do miracles here,” he said over his shoulder. “We do receipts.” I didn’t realize how hard I was breathing until I turned around and nearly tripped over the child behind me. The line behind me had grown. Everyone was staring like I was something tragic on the news. I shoved the door open and into the heavy evening air. The streets smelt like grease and rain, and the wind bit my flimsy sweatshirt like it was paper. I reached for my phone. No new texts. No calls. Just the glowing reminder: *Low Balance. $3.26 remaining.* A bus screamed past, dousing my trainers with a wave of soiled water. I bit my

Benedict Eryx had always prided himself on precision. His mind, sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, cut through legalese with practiced ease. Every deal and every document was handled with the utmost care. So when Eirian Kaiser’s cold, seething voice cut through the air in his office, the weight of it pressed down like a suffocating fog, his usual confidence crumbled. "If that's a joke, you better cut it off. This document is not a thing to mess with." Kaiser’s words dripped with venom, each syllable sharp enough to slice through steel. His presence loomed over Benedict, radiating the kind of danger that made the air itself feel thick and unbreathable. In his chest Benedict's heart thumped. Though not from fear no, he was horrified by his own folly, by the knowledge that he had just made an irreparable error. His hands shook. Sweat beaded at his temples as he delved into his leather bag, his fingers wriggling through the papers and documentation he had kept there, trying hard to locate

The room was tense, the air weighted with unsaid words. The only constant was the low mechanical murmur of the refrigerator, drowned out sometimes by the wind roaring against the windows and the rain tapping like fingertips against the glass. Outside, lightning burst across the heavens, ghostly flashes lighting the walls that appeared to reflect the turmoil within Izora's head. Her fingers still hovering above the divorce papers, she froze. The pen quivered between her fingers, the cool metal moist from her hand sweating. Their breath was shallow, heart thumping so loudly in her ears she could not hear anything else as her chest rose and sank in irregular intervals. Too substantial, too real to be a hallucination, Kaiser Eirian filled the doorway like a black shadow. His presence was stifling. He merely was, no need to talk to dominate the room. He seemed a calm menace, one hand in his pocket, the other resting against the doorframe. He wore a fitting black suit with a sharp, glossy

The clean white light in the hospital room buzzed faintly above, producing long shadows on the pale linoleum floor. Outside, the hammering rain had softened to a thin mist that gently cushioned against the windowpane, a muted soundtrack to the upheaval bursting out inside Izora's chest. Benedict stood rigid beside the window, his jaw pulled sharply and his arms crossed over his expensive grey suit.Faced against the thin hospital cushions, her sister, frail, strong, unbroken, lay with sweat-matted dark hair on her forehead. Her worn face showed lines of distrust as her piercing brown eyes flickered between her brother and daughter.Sitting next to the bed, Izora had her hands folded neatly on her lap and her big cream jumper bunched up at her wrists. She looked smaller than normal, as though a bird folding in on itself and attempting to disappear.Benedict straightened his jacket and cleared his voice. "Listen very attentively," he whispered, his voice low yet forceful. “Izora has a c

At last, the brunette replied, "You are now our master's wife," anxiously adjusting her apron. "You have to always seem your best. It's... anticipated. The others nodded sombrely, their features a mix of sympathy and terror. Izora held herself more, the truth weighing down her chest. It had nothing whatsoever about her. It has to do with him. Her appearance mirrored back on him. She was only another item in this golden cage. She muttered, "I'm sorry." "I have nothing else." The tall maid shook her head fast, her expression gentle. "You don't have to apologize to us, my lady." With two fingers, she grabbed a basic white shirt and some jeans from Izora's baggage, as though worried the fabric could break at her touch. She said, gently, "Please wear these for now." "I shall go straight forward to advise the master that... suitable arrangements must be made." She bowed once more, excused herself, and rushed from the room with quick, silent strides, not waiting for a reply. Fo