All Chapters of The Mafia Boss is Hers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter Two Mia held her stomach as though it was her life as she tried to understand the situation she was in. She couldn't even dare think she was pregnant. But she was! She thought back to when the rape happened and it was then it dawned on her that she hadn't taken any contraceptives to prevent this. But how could she have? The whole world was against her thereby preventing her from thinking straight. She didn't think she was willing to accept this child though. "I'm going to have an abortion!" PAK! PAK!! PAK!!! Before she could finish her statement, her father had ruined her morning face with hard slaps. "Like the bullshit you did wasn't enough, you are attempting to commit more grace sins?" He yelled and Rose began to cry. She couldn't believe the child she bore was going through this in her presence, yet she couldn't save her. "Dad, I may be able to bear the shame, but what about my child? One of the reasons I would never get accepted in this family is because you ha

"Ignore my father's cold face, I can protect you!" He didn't stop getting into her heart. She held his cheek and guessed that he should be about five years old already. His father walked towards them again, but this time, he said nothing and just watched the drama. She stole a glance at his father and felt very nervous. Not being able to swallow everything that was happening at that moment, she burst out crying, hugged Baby T, and ran out of the streamside. The moment she got to her car, she drove off with tears in her eyes."Can we go now?" He asked Baby T stretching his palms. "I like her Daddy!" Baby T responded still looking in the direction Mia had left in. "Stay back Arrow!" Baby T suddenly said the moment he saw his father's right-hand man coming closer. Arrow stopped in his step and looked up at his boss. "Master, would you need my help?" He asked. Baby T was stunned and then looked up at his father. "I want every detail about her." His father replied, and soon, they left

Her throat closed up. “There will be rules,” Gun continued, his tone cool, sharp. “I don’t tolerate disobedience. I don’t entertain rebellion. You will live here under my roof, follow my rules, eat when I say, speak when spoken to, and ” he leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing “you will not attempt to run.” Mia’s chest rose and fell shakily. “Your only job,” he said, “is to obey.” Her lashes trembled. Gun stood, walking slowly toward her side of the table. She didn’t dare look up. He tilted her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. Cold. Fierce. Unreadable. “I don’t need you to love me,” he said. “I only need you to submit The room was too quiet. Too perfect. The sheets are too smooth, like they’d never been touched by someone with ruined hands. The floors are too clean. The scent was too rich, like money had a fragrance. She sat on the edge of the bed like a ghost in a palace built for someone else. Everything around her whispered one th

The day had come after another one of Gun’s elaborate events. The ones written about in magazines, whispered through the lips of high society, and feared by those who knew what really happened behind those velvet curtains. Mia sat still in front of the long gold-framed mirror, watching as three women worked seamlessly around her curling her hair into soft waves, dusting her skin with the finest powders, and clasping diamonds around her throat like chains of beauty. She looked like a painting delicate, haunting, untouchable. But inside… she felt nothing like the polished jewel they were preparing. "You're glowing, Miss," one of the maids whispered. She didn’t reply. What was there to say? The gown was couture hand-stitched silk and stones imported from God-knows-where. A soft champagne color with a deep back and long train. Her heels were from a designer she used to dream of when flipping through fashion blogs in college. And now… she wore them like shackles. Every detail of her

Gun hadn’t meant to check on her. It was just a late-night walk. At least, that’s what he told himself when his feet carried him to her hallway. But standing there silently in the doorway of her chambers something inside him stirred. Mia, curled protectively around Titan, both of them sleeping soundly. The little boy’s hand was clutching her silk nightgown like a lifeline. Mia's face, though tear-stained, looked at peace for the first time in days. Gun didn’t know what it was guilt? Jealousy? Regret? The gnawing in his chest wasn’t one he recognized, and that alone made him turn around and disappear before he did something foolish… like walk in. The next morning, sunlight bled gently into her room. Titan stirred first, eyes fluttering open to find himself buried in Mia’s arms. “Morning, pretty lady,” he whispered sleepily. Mia smiled, brushing his hair back. “Morning, Baby T.” He giggled and kissed her cheek like he always did now innocent, pure, completely hers in ways she co