บททั้งหมดของ I Was Getting Married and My Mafia Boyfriend Had No Idea About It: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I was in a fit of rage. But, before I could speak anything, he filled my mouth with her peanut cake, completely forgetting that I was allergic to peanuts.I coughed until the blood gushed out of my throat. His eyes turned dark, not in concern but pure fury. He thought I was pretending just because I didn't like Rosaline.If one of our security guards hadn't taken me to the hospital on time, I would have died coughing up blood. That's when I called my mother and said, “Mom, I’m ready for the marriage arrangement you and Dad made for me.” “Are you sure? No more chasing your mafia boyfriend?” My mother sounded shocked and in disbelief. There was a brief moment of silence between us before I spoke in a firm voice, “Tell Dad to stop supplying weapons to Jayden. I’m done with him.”While Jayden had been fighting in the race to become the next Godfather of the Mafia world, my family had been helping him in supplying the weapons despite having retired from this dark world, just for my sake.

The glow of the phone screen was a neon brand against my skin. I sat in the shadows of my car, staring at the photo Rosaline had just flaunted to the world. The caption—“The greenest flag ever!”—was a jagged insult. Those hands, scarred from brass knuckles and stained with the grease of semi-automatics, were now kneading her skin with a reverence they once reserved only for me.I scrolled through the comments, each one a nail in the coffin of my past life.“OMG! The hand that sends people to hell is giving someone a foot massage.”“Is this our mafia lord’s new Queen? Finally, a woman with some fire!”“Match made in heaven. The previous one was too soft for the underworld. Out with the old.”A cold, hollow laugh escaped me. They called me "soft" because I was the one who stitched Jayden’s wounds in the dark so his men wouldn’t see him bleed. I was the one who balanced the ledgers that kept the Commission off his back.I remembered three years ago, when a rival family sent a hit squad t

3 hours ago Jayden’s POV “Sir, the press conference is over.” As soon as the head of the reporters told me this, I rushed out of the gala. I was done with these people. I was done with Rosaline. As I sat inside my car, Victoria’s eyes filled with tears, and resentment crossed my mind. I began feeling suffocation all of a sudden. There was something off with her. I had been noticing it for quite a while and had no time to think about it. These days, I had been ignoring her so much. The work and Rosaline… I got distracted with Rosaline and hurt my wife, my only love.But everything is over now. I had transferred half of my company’s shares in Rosaline’s name as compensation for our breakup.“You… you want to end this because of your wife?” Rosaline had grabbed my collar, “Do you think you can end this all of a sudden? Will your wife accept you after she knows how you lied to her every time just to come meet me at night, in my room, and in my bed?”“Shut up!” I pushed her off me, “Yo

Victoria’s POVThe iron gates of the Moretti estate creaked open, a sound that usually signaled a homecoming. To me, it felt like a sanctuary finally coming back into view after a year in the wilderness. I parked the car, my hands still trembling as I gripped the steering wheel.My mother was already on the porch, her silk shawl fluttering in the night breeze. The moment I stepped out of the car, the "Mafia Queen" mask I had worn for Jayden shattered."Victoria?" she whispered, her eyes widening at my disheveled hair and the midnight blue gown that now felt like a funeral shroud.I didn't speak. I couldn't. I simply walked into her arms and let out a sob that had been clawing at my throat since I saw Jayden on that television screen. She held me with a strength that only a mother possesses, her hand stroking my hair as my father appeared in the doorway, his face darkening with a silent, protective fury.“Look how broken you are!” My mother said, “If we had known he was treating you thi

The burner phone in my hand felt like a live wire, humming with the persistent, aggressive vibration of Jayden’s incoming calls. Each time his name flashed across the screen, it felt like a ghost trying to claw its way back into the living world.I didn't answer. I didn't even hesitate.With a numb finger, I tapped his contact and hit Block. Then I moved to his social media, his WhatsApp, and even the professional email I had used for estate business. One by one, I severed the digital threads that tied us together.For months, he had treated me like a piece of furniture—something expected to be there, silent and supportive, while he paraded his mistress in front of the world. Now that I was "in the arms" of the one man who could actually dismantle his empire, he suddenly remembered how to dial my number?A text message from an unknown number pushed through just before I could power the device down:[Victoria, please. The photo—I know it’s not what it looks like. I was angry. I was stup