The Devil Mafia Captive Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

"Ms., FYR... please, be gentle with us," the maid sobbed, her voice trembling as she bowed low. She pressed her forehead directly against the freezing tiles, looking like a devoted follower worshipping a ruthless god.Demi’s sharp gaze cut over to me. His tall frame cast a dark shadow across the room, radiating the unspoken danger that came with leading the most feared syndicate in the city."So," Demi asked, his low voice dripping with cold indifference. "What’s the punishment?"I forced a weak, barely visible smile and reached down, gently taking the young woman’s trembling hands to pull her up."Allow her to serve me," I murmured, my voice barely stronger than a whisper.The maid gasped softly, her wide eyes locked on mine in absolute disbelief. She clearly hadn't expected mercy. In a world like Demi’s, mercy was a luxury no one could afford. I saw Demi’s eyes darken slightly as he watched us. A ruthless mafia boss like him hated seeing kindness beneath his roof; it was a weakness

Demi stormed into the room, his towering presence filling the entryway. "Are you ready?" he asked, his cold gaze resting on me from the doorway. I gave a silent, cautious nod, smoothing down my clothes before following him out. The drive to my father’s estate was suffocatingly quiet. As the high-end car sliced through the slick city streets, I kept my eyes fixed on Demi’s sharp, unreadable profile. My mind raced, trying to piece together the unraveling mystery behind his past and the ghost of his late bride. According to every underground rumor, Demi Shire had never dated anyone. He was a phantom in the syndicate, utterly untouchable—until he suddenly surfaced as a married man. How could a man so powerful, so ruthless, keep an entire marriage hidden in the shadows? Was he truly that low-key, or was the narrative a carefully crafted lie? "Why are you staring at me?" Demi asked, his dark eyes briefly shifting from the road to glance at me, sharp as a switchblade. "I... I wasn't,"

The velvet draperies of the master suite remained drawn against the morning light, shrouding the room in an oppressive shadow. Beside the mahogany four-poster bed stood Demi Shire—his looming silhouette dark against the silvered mirror. "From now on, I will not punish you," Demi said. His voice was a low, resonant rumble, heavy with absolute finality. I shifted beneath the silk sheets, searching his ruthless face for any sign of deception. "Does that mean you are willing to work with me?" He offered a single, precise nod. A quiet wave of relief washed over me. I was not naive; Demi Shire was a tyrant, a man who ruled his criminal empire with an iron grip and an unforgiving heart. Yet, in his dark world, a man’s word was his covenant. If he pledged that I was safe from his wrath, he would not break it. Still, the terms of our alliance weighed heavily on my chest. How was I supposed to banish Stella and Kaye from his manor? I might hold the title of his bride, but those two wom

The air in the manor’s sun-drenched kitchen felt thick, heavy with an unspoken, suffocating tension. As I padded across the cold marble floors, sleep still lingering at the edges of my vision, I braced myself for the usual venom. But Kaye and Stella merely stood near the counter, rigid and dead silent. There were no whispered insults, no petty cruelty, no sudden moves to corner me.Demi’s decree had taken root like a dark spell. He had drawn an absolute boundary around me, and for all their posturing, the sheer terror of his name kept their hands tied.Yet, watching them out of the corner of my eye, I knew better than to mistake their silence for surrender. Their faces were carved from cold resentment, eyes glittering with a desperate, treacherous hatred. They were plotting—I could feel it in the heavy quiet between us. But the familiar, frantic flutter of fear in my chest was gone, replaced by a strange, sharp composure. Demi had handed me his absolute authority, placing the right to

"Have you ever told Demi that Kean is the killer?" Dad asked, his voice low, gravelly, and heavy with a tension that seemed to bleed into the dimly lit room."I did. Twice already," I replied, the bitter taste of fear rising in my throat at the mere memory. "But every time I bring up his name, Demi snaps. He ends up choking me until I can barely breathe, so I learned to keep my mouth shut. I need concrete evidence, Dad. That’s the only way I can break free from this place and get back to your side where I belong.""That bastard!" Dad’s jaw clenched so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. White-hot fury flared in his dark eyes—the look of a man who had executed countless wealthy, criminal businessmen in his time, a man who dealt out vengeance to the truly evil, yet now found himself helpless to shield his own daughter.I reached across the small distance between us, wrapping my hands around his trembling knuckles to anchor him. "Dad, please. Calm down."He drew in a slo