All Chapters of I Lied That I Was The Mafia King's Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I can’t marry you, Ivy.”Five words were enough to shatter my heart and every hope I had in a single second. I thought he truly loved me. Until I saw the engagement ring we had chosen together resting on Viona Serrano’s finger, my stepsister’s.“I’m sorry, Ivy. I have to save my family from bankruptcy,” Jason said, trying to explain, while I lifted my chin, forcing back my tears.So the relationship we built for years had only been a way for him to save his family. I was nothing more than a bridge that allowed him to get close to Viona before eventually discarding me.When I learned that Jason Sinclair, my boyfriend, was going to marry Viona, I finally understood my place in this family: an illegitimate child, without status, a mistake better erased. How could I ever forget that?I stared at Jason’s guilty expression. He had promised to marry me, to give me a legitimate status. A happy family. Children. A future together. Amazing how easily he had poisoned me with sweet words. And wh

“The body believed to be Kael Montenegro has been found by the search team. According to the report, the body is no longer recognizable. It was severely burned, with injuries all over—especially on the face.”I quickly turned off the television, staring at the dark screen in a daze. The public believed Kael was dead, but then… whose body had they actually found? Meanwhile, the real Kael had been lying weakly in my bed for the past few days.He still hadn’t woken up.The doctor treating him said the severe head injury might cause serious complications, though he didn’t explain exactly what he meant. Carrying a bowl of warm water and a towel, I walked into the bedroom and went back to the routine I had somehow started to enjoy.Bathing Kael.I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling back the blanket and looking at his large, solid body. His skin was lightly tanned, marked with wounds that had begun to dry and heal. Gently, I wiped his face, which had already improved a lot. The bruises that

Mafia.The future leader of a criminal organization.And I had foolishly claimed to be his wife?Where the hell had my common sense gone?From that moment on, I no longer looked at Kael as a sick man. I looked at him as someone I needed to fear. When he finally stirred from unconsciousness, his eyes fluttered open as he stared at the bedroom ceiling. A moment later, he turned toward me, where I stood leaning against the doorframe.He patted the empty side of the bed. "Why are you standing over there? Come here," Kael said, his voice hoarse. "I promise I won't hurt you again."How could I possibly come closer to you, Kael? Just seeing you in my room terrified me now, let alone sharing a bed with you.I shook my head, rubbing my arms. "You should get some rest. I'll make you some soup."Kael said nothing, but the pleading look in his eyes slowly gave way to hurt at my rejection.I hurried out of the room, leaving him alone. While preparing the meal in the kitchen, my eyes settled on the

What was this guy talking about? My Ivy was still single?I turned sharply toward Ivy. She looked completely flustered. The panic on her face made my brow lift."Ivy, is what this man said true? You're still single? I thought you told me we were husband and wife."The color drained from Ivy's face."Antony, could we talk in private for a moment? I also need to pay you for the seedlings," she said, abruptly steering the conversation elsewhere.My brows knitted into a frown as Ivy ignored my question. Instead, she pulled the stranger away. I watched the two of them while wiping my face with a towel. Sweat trickled down my back and dripped from my forehead.The scorching heat made my head throb. I moved onto the porch and sat on the steps, keeping my eyes fixed on Ivy. The way that guy looked at me, you'd think he'd seen a ghost. I had no idea what they were talking about.For a moment, I looked down at my work boots, then at my rough, calloused hands.Ever since I woke up and found myse

I kept what I'd overheard between Ivy and Mitch to myself. I didn't bring it up. Besides, if Ivy found out I'd been listening to their conversation, it would only make her even more uncomfortable. As for the photo I'd found in my jeans pocket, I tucked it into my pants. I'd ask about it later.Either the man in the picture or Ivy.The clink of forks against plates pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at Ivy, who was sitting across from me. Not a single word was exchanged throughout lunch. We ate in silence.I cleared my throat.“Your cooking is really good,” I said, trying to break the awkward silence.Ivy only responded with a faint, polite smile. Instead of eating, she spent most of the meal staring off into space. I was certain she was thinking about how to get me out of this house, just like she'd told Mitch over the phone.“Ivy, do you want to go into town tomorrow?” I asked, making one of her eyebrows lift. “The severance pay I got should be enough for us to go out for the day