All Chapters of I Married a Mafia King!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The days had blurred into weeks, and the weeks into two long months of endless searching. Rhian had devoted herself to uncovering the truth about her father’s death. Each file she read, each whispered tip from the private investigator, had slowly carved deeper cracks in her heart. All trails led back to Damon—the man who vowed to love her, the man who promised she was his forever.And yet, amid the storm of grief and betrayal, her body had betrayed her with new changes she couldn’t ignore.The nausea in the mornings. The sudden dizziness when she tried to work late nights. The cravings that pulled her toward foods she never touched before. Rhian pressed her palm over her abdomen one evening, feeling a strange, fragile warmth there. She had taken the test that morning, the tiny strip confirming what her body had been whispering all along.She was pregnant.A month and a half.Her knees had buckled when she realized it, tears streaming down her face as she sank to the floor. Not just be

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the busy streets of Manila. Cars honked in endless lines, street vendors called out their last sales for the day, and the world seemed too alive for Rhian, who had just come out of her father’s old company building with a heavy sigh.Two years.Two years of running the business her father left behind. Two years of endless struggles balancing work, grief, and single motherhood.And yet here she was, still standing. Still breathing. For her daughter.Her little girl tugged at her hand, wide eyes staring at the ice cream cart parked nearby.“Mama, ice cweam!” the child squealed, bouncing on her small feet.Rhian’s heart softened immediately. How could she say no? Kneeling down, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear and smiled.“Okay, sweetheart. But only one scoop, alright?”The girl clapped her hands in delight, her giggles making strangers around them smile.Rhian held her daughter close as they walked toward the cart

The night stretched long after Damon’s revelation. Rhian hadn’t moved from where she stood, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if shielding her heart from breaking all over again. Damon remained nearby, watching her silently, as though any wrong move might send her running.For two years she had cursed his name, buried her love beneath ashes of anger. But now—after everything he revealed—her anger felt like quicksand. The more she clung to it, the deeper she sank into confusion.“Rhian,” Damon finally broke the silence, his voice low, almost pained. “You deserve to know everything. Not just about your father. Not just about Villareal. About me.”Her heart skipped. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t walk away either.Damon drew a sharp breath, his eyes glinting in the dim streetlight. “I wasn’t just your husband, Rhian. I wasn’t just a businessman. I was—no, I am—a king.” His lips curled bitterly. “A king of the underworld. The one people whisper about, the one they fear but nev

The morning sun poured gently through the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of gold. A soft breeze filtered in from the half-open window, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. Birds chirped happily outside, the sound blending with the faint clatter of dishes from somewhere in the kitchen where the house staff had already begun their day. But here, in this private cocoon of warmth, the world felt still—suspended in a rare kind of peace.Rhian stirred awake, blinking against the soft light. For a long moment she lay quietly, letting her eyes adjust as she took in the familiar room that had once been so intimidating to her. The heavy furniture, the expensive paintings, the sheer size of the bed—all of it once screamed of Damon’s untouchable power. Yet now, they felt softened, no longer symbols of fear but pieces of a life she had come to call her own.She turned on her side, her lips curling into a faint smile at the sight that greeted her. Damon lay beside