All Chapters of I Married a Mafia King!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Her knees nearly gave out.The voice was unmistakable—deep, calm, controlled. A voice etched into her nightmares… and, impossibly, her sense of safety.Damon.Rhian’s heart twisted painfully.Hope surged—raw and wild—only to be crushed by the sharp edge of dread. Of all people… why him?The gunman stiffened behind her. There was a pause, thick and tense, as if even the air didn’t dare move.Rhian dared a glance over her shoulder, and there he was—Damon, stepping into the open, hands slightly raised, his eyes locked not on her, but on the man holding her hostage.Her breath hitched. “Damon…” she whispered, voice shaking, confused, terrified.The grip around her neck didn’t loosen.“You heard me,” Damon said, his voice cold steel. “Drop the gun. Let her go. Now.”The gunman didn’t respond.Rhian’s pulse throbbed in her ears, drowning out everything. She didn’t know who to fear more—the stranger with the weapon or the man who always found her, no matter where she ran.But in that moment—

The masked men still have their guns aimed. Damon stands protectively in front of Rhian, tense and silent. The leader cocks his weapon. Rhian watches, her breath shaking, hands frozen around the blanket.“Don’t shoot him…” Rhian's voice cracked and almost audible, the gun shifts toward Damon’s head. Damon doesn’t flinch, but Rhian’s voice rises, desperate now.“Please—stop! Don’t kill him!” The men glance at her, surprised. Damon turns slightly, eyes flicking toward her.“He’s the target. He’s the one we came for. If we kill him now then you can go,” the leader simply stated but Rhian couldn't stand seeing someone to sacrifice just to save her life.“Then take me instead! Just—just don’t kill him!” she panicked saying this words."Stop it, Rhian! I don't want you to get killed just because of me," his voice is firm.“I hate you… I hate what you did to me. But I don’t want to watch you die.” Rhian's eyes started to filled with tears and her voice cracked. “I don’t care what you’ve don

The morning light filtered in weakly through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, casting long, dusty beams across the storage room floor. Everything felt still—like the world was holding its breath after the storm.Damon stirred first.His body ached in a dozen places, the sharp throb in his side reminding him he was still alive. Slowly, he sat up, suppressing a grunt of pain as he adjusted his position.Rhian lay beside him, her head resting on his lap, her face turned slightly toward him. Her lashes fluttered faintly in sleep, lips parted just enough to show she was still breathing softly. Peaceful—for once.Carefully, as if afraid to wake her, Damon reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. His fingers lingered there a moment too long, his touch gentle, tentative.“I know you’re scared,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the silence. “And I’m sorry… if I made you feel like that.”His thumb lightly stroked across her temple as he spoke—an apology he