Married To The Cruel Mafia Boss

l's Limousine in front of her. Miquel was alr

de of the car door and she reluctan

e. Even though the air condition w

Miquel uttered, still n

ed out, surprised to hear

s there a problem? Aren't you my bride? Don't make me repeat mys

silence, the implications of M

g in her cheeks as she fumbled with the hem of her

d was the low hum of the engine and the soft rustle

heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what the Ma

ear, her hands trembling as she placed them

to the road as the car continued t

, the words sending a ch

moments, Miquel f

e ordered, extending

heeks burning with shame, before rel

his fingers brushing against Joa

ruel smirk on his lips, before stu

said, his voice coming

or disobey me in any way, I will

heart racing as Miquel tu

a grandiose mansion, the gates openi

her stomach as she realized that this

ehind, and Joanna forced herself to do the same, trying to igno

doors of the mansion opened, and she was faced wit

ly shut the butler up from saying wha

se, her heart pounding as she realized that

her back, his silent command that she s

uite, and Miquel pushed open the h

uel grabbed her by the waist, his strong arms pinning

s grip on her arms like iron as he continued to kiss her de

ainst her lips, his b

whenever and however I please." Miquel smirked

her mind reeling with shock and confusion as Miq

married to a weak woman like you?" Miq

s, she nodded her head repeatedly making Miquel chu

t minding the fact that he was hurt

think I'd forget my money after his death? Never! Miquel

orror as the realization o

her's debt, her new life as his prisoner,

ized the truth of her situation. She had wondered why

bout her father's debt to a Mafi

more than a breath. "Please, Miquel, I'm n

twisted into

af ears as Miquel's smile

you will pay it back to me, in whatever way I see

or do I have to remind you of your place?" Hi