All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Beginning"YOU betrayed me! Of all people, why her? Why my mother? You’re disgusting!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing everything I could get my hands on."Hon—""Stop calling me honey, you filthy bastard!"I stormed toward the drawer, yanked it open, and grabbed a pair of scissors. His eyes filled with fear as he slowly backed away from me."Rebecca, what are you planning to do?""What do you think?"He swallowed hard. "Are you planning to kill me?"I let out a bitter laugh. "Do you really think you're worth staining my hands with blood over?""Rebecca!" he shouted, his eyes turning red. He sat on the bed and let out a frustrated scream."It was a mistake! I was fucking drunk!"Ignoring him, I walked to the walk-in closet and harshly grabbed the wedding gown I had been excited to wear tomorrow morning."R-Rebecca, w-what are you doing?"Right in front of Tim, I shredded the wedding gown—the same dress worth hundred thousand dollars. We had argued about it before because I

“What did you say?”“Name your price—”I raised my hand to stop him from repeating what he had just said because I hadn’t misheard him.Name my price?Be a loving mother to his children?His temporary wife? I lowered my hand to my thigh and clenched it. I forced a smile even though what I really wanted was to scream at the man in front of me. His eyes were deadly serious as they stared at me, as if he were memorizing every corner of my face.“Look, I’m not offering you marriage. Act with me. You’re an actress, right? You just have to pretend to be my wife—”“I’m sorry, sir, but I think you’re offering that project to the wrong person. There are plenty of other women for your offer. I’m an actress on stage, not in other people’s lives.”“I know, but I want you, Rebecca.”I swallowed hard at the way he said my full name, as if he already knew me inside and out. I stood up immediately, no longer able to tolerate what I was hearing.“Excuse me—”“One billion.”My brows knit together, an

“Rebecca, let’s dance!” Janna called out to me, but I only laughed and shook my head.We had only been at the bar for a few hours, yet it looked like she’d already had more than enough to drink. She was more than ready to join the crowd dancing on the floor below.“Oh, come on! Let’s have some fun! You’ve been in a bad mood all night—”She didn’t get to finish because Nat pulled her away, winking at me. “Let Rebecca be. She’s still warming up. You dance with me first.”I sighed and took a long sip of my piña colada, watching as one by one, everyone left our table. The place was alive with laughter and music, but I couldn’t bring myself to join in. I just wasn’t in the mood.I glanced at my phone, my eyes lingering on the message my father sent after our dinner—before we came here to celebrate.Daddy: Nothing will ever happen between your mother and me again. Don’t ever do this again.From his tone alone, I knew he hadn’t liked what I had planned for tonight—for him and my mother. I gr

Did he know I was riding in that car? Why did he smirk as if he had seen me?Timothy’s car had heavily tinted windows, but earlier it felt like Mr. Davidson could see me clearly—he even smirked. I shook my head, thinking maybe he was just trying to provoke me.Weird...“Did anything else happen?”I looked at Tim when I heard his question. “Huh? W-what do you mean?” I stammered, not quite catching everything he had said.He maneuvered the car and parked in front of the well-known wedding shop that his mother had chosen for us.“I’m asking if anything else unusual happened to you last night. Aside from the pervert, the woman who saved you, and the car you rode that wasn’t actually the one you booked. Did anything else happen?”Name your price…“Love?”I cleared my throat and smiled at Timothy. “Other than the flowers you sent, nothing else. It’s such a waste that I left them at the bar,” I said with a pout as I stepped out of the car before him.I took a deep breath and lightly tapped m

I was about to enter Tim’s hospital room when his mother stopped me.“Rebecca, can you buy us some drinks? We need to calm down. I almost passed out when I received your call—my God! What happened? Who would do something like this to my son?”I glanced at Timothy through the small window and nodded. I wanted to rush to his side, to hold him and make sure he was really sleeping and stable, just like what the doctor said, but I decided to follow his mother.I headed down to the coffee shop on the hospital's ground floor.“Rebecca, h-how’s your fiancé?”I turned around and was surprised to see my mother. “Mom? I thought you already went home?”She cleared her throat. “Well, I live near here. And you weren’t replying to my texts, so I came. How is he?” She asked as she encircled her arm on mine. “Is he okay?”“He’s still sleeping. The doctor said it might take at least thirty-six hours before he wakes up.”“What?! I-I mean… why? What happened? Thirty-six hours—that’s almost two days!”I