All Chapters of Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my cold fingers gripping the skirt of the white wedding gown that trailed to the floor. The lace detailing on the bodice shimmered under the lamplight, making me look like a woman truly about to walk into her happy ending.If only my life were as simple as the reflection in that mirror.Four engagement rings had once graced my finger. Four times, everything had ended before it could turn into a sacred vow. This time was different. It had to be different.I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.“This is the last one,” I murmured to my own reflection. “I'm getting married today.”Outside the preparation room, footsteps sounded faintly. The church had been arranged for us. An intimate wedding in Bali. No guests and no crowd, just the two of us exchanging vows before God.My hands clenched at my sides.I didn't know why my heart kept pounding so fast, even knowing it would only be the two of us in there.Someone knocked on the door.“It's time.”

“You threatened him?” I accused.My fingers still gripped the phone tightly, my eyes fixed on Maximilian standing a few steps in front of me.Maximilian's gray gaze stayed calm.“I didn't need to threaten him.”That short answer made my chest tighten even more.I didn't want to believe him. But somehow, the way Maximilian said it sounded so certain that it only made me more afraid of a worse possibility.Without wasting time, I pressed Owen's name in my contacts.I kept my eyes on Maximilian without blinking. The man met my gaze, as if he had no intention of looking away from me for even a second.Owen's number was unreachable. I bit my lower lip.“Owen ... what's happening, please .…”Before I could try again, Maximilian spoke up.“He's on the plane.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Try again later if you're lucky, naughty little cat.”I looked up immediately. “Why didn't you say so earlier?!”My irritation slipped out before I could think it through.Maximilian fell silent

“Afraid?”Maximilian repeated my words quietly, as if the term sounded strange to his own ears. His brow furrowed slightly, his gray eyes fixed on me without blinking.I stared back at him. Something was different. I caught a flicker of emotion I'd never seen on Maximilian's face before.Only a split second. So quick that anyone else might have missed it. But I wasn't anyone else.After years of working as both a wedding planner and event organizer, I'd trained myself to read the body language of brides and grooms. Often a bride would give her groom just the smallest glance, and from that alone I'd know the dress needed altering, the decorations needed changing, or something was making her uncomfortable.A look had become a language I understood far better than words. And just now, Maximilian had looked genuinely worried. He quickly hid that expression. So fast that his face returned to its usual coldness.“Mrs. Blackridge.” Lucas's voice broke the silence. “I believe you've spoken ou

“What happened? Who is the Crimson Syndicate?”The words slipped out of my mouth right after Maximilian ended his phone call.The car was still cutting through the road toward the airport, while the air inside the cabin felt colder and colder.Maximilian glanced at me briefly.“You don't need to know,” he answered curtly.The man didn't explain anything. He also wore an expression as if I were forbidden from asking further. I could only stare at Maximilian for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to his phone.Without wasting time, he dialed another number.“The oil field the Crimson Syndicate is currently holding, take it over. Burn their marijuana fields too,” Maximilian ordered, his face flat.His voice sounded cold. Even I, sitting beside him, felt the effect of it. The fine hairs on the back of my neck seemed to stand on end.I swallowed.“Make sure they understand that trying to take my head will only bring them more trouble.”The call ended.As for me? I forgot how

“If I say yes, will you follow my rules?”I froze.The words left Maximilian's lips without a trace of humor. His face remained flat, as if he'd just asked about the color of the mansion's walls, not a place to hide a body.Honestly, I had only been guessing. Yet the man had confirmed my guess. The fine hairs on my arms stood on end. My throat felt dry.What kind of man keeps a body inside his own house?I swallowed hard.“Then ... what did you give the police that they never searched your house?” I asked quietly.Maximilian's expression didn't change.“Many things,” he answered curtly.But it was precisely because his answer was so short that my imagination ran wild. My eyes went wide.Bribery? Threats? Or ....I didn't even dare finish my own thought.Maximilian turned first.“We need to go to the next room.” He glanced at me briefly. “Our bedroom. Let's go.”I stood frozen for a few seconds before finally following his steps up the grand staircase that curved to the second floor.T