Semua Bab Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ding-dong.I froze mid-chew. My fork hovered in the air as I locked eyes with Misha.He stood, that calm mask of his flickering just a touch. His brows drew together in a tight crease, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He didn’t say a word as he walked out of the kitchen. I stayed in my seat. Part of me desperately hoped that it was help. That someone had figured it out. Sadie, God, I hoped, if only I knew earlier. Maybe I could bolt for the door while he was distracted.Then I heard it.“Finally!” a voice rang out, too loud, too fast. “I texted, I called. You ghosted me. Again. And after you drop that ‘she’s my wife now’ bomb like it’s an afterthought?! What the hell, man?”That wasn’t a threat. That was a personality.I edged out of my chair, heart thudding, and peered down the hall.Standing in the doorway was a lanky man in a denim jacket too big for him, hair slightly messy like he’d run a hand through it one to

Misha’s lips curved.“It makes you mine.”The words dropped like stones in a lake, rippling through my chest, then sinking fast.Mine.He’d married me to use me.I backed up a step, suddenly feeling like a child playing dress-up in a man’s shirt and someone else’s nightmare. I should’ve screamed. Should’ve run.Instead, I let him take my hand. Because we were in public. Because I left Ezra, the perfect, cheating, golden boy, in front of hundreds of witnesses. I'd walked out of a wedding wreckage and into Misha’s waiting arms like some tragic heroine chasing her own freedom.Only now did I realize I’d stepped from one fire into another. They were the same.And still, we moved toward the entrance, the scent of luxury already thick in the air. But the moment we reached the glass doors, one of the security guards stepped in front of me.Not Misha.Me.He barel

I eyed the champagne flute warily as the boutique attendant placed it gently in my hand like it was holy. Dom Pérignon, a vintage, no less. Liquid money in a crystal glass.Tempting.But I was a lightweight. Embarrassingly so. One sip too many and I’d either start crying about betrayal or serenading the entire boutique with Taylor Swift ballads. Both were solid options for a breakdown, but neither was ideal when I was supposed to be playing the perfectly happy Mrs. Ashford.I was about to refuse when I glanced across the boutique.Ezra’s jaw was locked. Meredith had her arms crossed, her pastel sundress now slightly rumpled as she snapped something under her breath. They were standing in front of the ring case, gesturing and frowning, clearly struggling to find something that could outshine the Legacy Vault set I had chosen. Oh, this was worth the risk.I took a sip. Then another.A warmth spread down my throat and into

I didn’t expect that reaction. His jaw had actually slackened. Misha Ashford, the legendary warlord, the elusive billionaire, was stunned speechless by me.A shiver of horror chased up my spine as my own gaze dipped lower to the impossible proof of how much I affected him. And then something else crept in behind the embarrassment.Power.Something I almost didn't recognise. Not after Ezra's betrayal with Meredith. Not after Misha revealed that the man I always knew to be my father was not even mine to begin with.I shifted just slightly, crossing my legs the other way, and the thigh-high slit of the dress responded like a secret weapon, sliding higher. His gaze followed it like a man possessed. That was the moment I realized I didn’t want to obey him. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again.“Get off of the car,” Misha’s voice was low and jagged as broken glass.I cocked a brow. “Or what?”His eyes burned d

Misha's crooked grin returned like a harbinger of destruction as he stared at each of Sebastian's friends. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be praying you only lost your woman.”So, I turned to Misha with a clear intention of refusing it. “You don't get to do this, I’m not your–”“Angel.”I hated it when he called me that.Misha's starless dark eyes seemed to gleam somehow. “Let’s dry their trust funds and inheritance out.”And just like that. Everything had been settled before I even got any say in this. We stepped into the private poker lounge that Sebastian's friends booked. Misha’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, steering me toward the table like this was all routine. Maybe it was for him, I didn't know.Sebastian hesitated at the entrance.He didn’t say anything, but his reluctance was obvious in the way his steps slowed, in the stiffness of his shoulders. He didn’t want me here among them.