All Chapters of The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2**Riya**I didn’t open it in the elevator.I didn’t open it in the cab.I didn’t even open it when I got back to the apartment and locked the door behind me like someone might follow.I just stood in the middle of the kitchen with the black folder clutched against my chest, breathing too hard, staring at the floor like the answer might be written there.Dad’s machine was still hissing from the bedroom.Same rhythm.Same soft, wet sound.I set the folder on the counter next to the unpaid hospital bills and the eviction notice and the letter that had started this whole mess. Then I washed my hands. Twice. Like that would somehow clean whatever had just happened on the forty-eighth floor.My phone lit up with a new email.Subject line: **Rajvansh – Proposed Settlement Terms**.Of course.I didn’t open that either.Not yet.I walked into Dad’s room instead.He was asleep, or close enough. The oxygen mask sat crooked on his face. I fixed it gently, the way I always did, and sat o

Chapter 4RiyaFriday came too fast.I spent the two days in between packing like I was going on a trip I already knew I wouldn’t enjoy. Clothes. A few books. The photo of my mother I kept in the drawer. The cheap jewelry that still felt like mine.Everything else stayed.The apartment already felt half-empty.Dad asked questions. I gave him half-answers.“It’s a private arrangement. The bills are covered. You’re moving to a better facility with real nurses. I’m going with the person handling the debt.”He knew I was leaving something out. The look in his eyes said so.But he was too tired to push, and I was too much of a coward to tell him the full truth yet.The black car arrived at nine in the morning.Not a regular town car. Something heavier. Tinted windows. A driver who didn’t smile and a nurse in scrubs who spoke gently to Dad while she helped transfer him.They were efficient. Professional. Like moving sick people into Aryan Rajvansh’s care was just another item on somebody’s

**Sleep Light, Mrs. Rajvansh**RiyaI woke to footsteps in the hallway outside my door. Not loud. Just deliberate. They stopped for one second too long before they moved on. By the time I sat up the corridor was quiet. The lamp was still burning. My phone said 6:47.No new messages. The old thread sat exactly where I’d left it. No joke. Sleep light.I washed my face, pulled on jeans and a sweater and sneakers — armor that didn’t look like armor — and went to test whether Aryan’s concession was real.The garden-level suite was easy to find. Two nurses in soft gray scrubs looked up when I walked in. One smiled. The other stepped aside without a word. Nobody asked me where I was going or whether I was allowed. A small, petty part of me counted that as a win.Dad was awake, propped on fresh pillows. The oxygen hissed quieter than it had in Queens. Some color had come back to his face in small ways, like a house where someone had turned a few lamps on.“Riya.” His voice was stronger. “Thi

Chapter 8RiyaTuesday moved too slowly and then all at once.I spent most of the day in the suite. The stylist came at four, fixed my hair into something soft and expensive, did my makeup until my own face looked like a better-funded version of itself. The black gown waited on the bed like a verdict.At 7:20 I was ready.The woman in the mirror didn’t look like the girl from Queens who had counted hospital bills on a kitchen counter. She looked like someone who belonged on Aryan Rajvansh’s arm. I hated how easily the transformation had worked.At 7:28 the knock came.Aryan stood in the hallway in a black tuxedo that made everything about him sharper. No tie. Black shirt open at the throat. The same heavy watch. He looked at me once, slow, from the hem of the gown up to my face.Something unreadable moved behind his eyes.“You look the part,” he said.“That was the point, wasn’t it?”He didn’t answer. He just stepped aside so I could walk out, then offered his arm. Not gently. Not rom

Chapter 10 AryanI kept seeing her the way she had been at the beginning.The first night, when she signed the contract with hands that still shook. The way her eyes had tracked every exit in the room as if she expected the walls to close in. The quiet, almost desperate calculation behind every answer she gave me—how much this would cost her, how long she could last, whether the money was worth the cage. She had looked like a woman who had already decided the world was dangerous and was only trying to survive the next hour.Then the dinner. The message. The car ride home while she tried not to shake.And now, less than twenty-four hours later, she was downstairs in my study reading the names of the people who wanted her gone, deciding she would learn them until she could recite them in her sleep.The speed of the change unsettled me more than the threat itself.I did not sleep.After I left her in the study, I went back to my rooms and stood at the window for a long time, watching th