The Mafia Godfather's Doting Wife

Amidst the azure mountains and rugged valleys, beneath the blanket of white snow, A group of people, armed with guns, launched a hunt against five towering and ferocious beasts. With each rapid succession of bullets, they stirred the wildness within the animals. Amidst the relentless leaps and bounds, dozens of people were torn apart by the savage animals, blood flowed freely, and entrails were scattered everywhere. After the feast, the five animals leaped away into the night. In the blink of an eye, armored vehicles dotted the landscape, amidst soldiers clad in special uniforms and others in civilian attire. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and on the ground lay over a dozen towering and fierce beasts, their long necks stained with blood. In the shadows, a pair of sinister eyes gleamed, their face obscured, but suddenly they leapt forth, brimming with bloodthirsty rage, wreaking havoc and carnage... "Ah—" "Miss, Miss!" Mary, the maid, heard the piercing cry from Lillian's room and hurried over, shaking the still-closed-eyed Lillian awake. "Miss, wake up, wake up!" Startled, Lillian slowly opened her eyes, sweat beading her forehead. She saw Mary's concerned face and immediately clung to her, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mary, Mary, I saw it again, I'm so scared, waaah..." Her crystal-clear tears moistened her long lashes, trailing down her smooth skin. Mary hugged Lillian tenderly. "My dear child, it's just a nightmare, you're safe now." Lillian cried in Mary's embrace for a while before slowly calming down. She wiped the tears from her face with her fair, delicate hand and managed a smile at Mary. "Mary, I'm sorry for worrying you again, I'm fine now, really." Mary nodded. "Then go freshen up; I'll tidy up the room. The Chairman is waiting for you in the living room. He said, Come down when you wake up." Furrowing her brow, Lillian muttered, "What does he want now?" She gave Mary a smile before turning towards the bathroom. Lillian had a nightmare she couldn't shake. At the age of eight, her father, Richard Bourne, left her stranded in the wilderness along with the car, to flirt with his mistress. It was a rainy night, and she fell into a deep ravine, where she was captured by a wild beast and held captive for a month. She witnessed the beast tear apart human bodies in a gruesome manner, and suffered the most vile violations, leaving deep scars in her heart. She was rescued by a search and rescue team from the deep mountain forests when she was eight years old, but nightmares plagued her every night. After twelve, the nightmares began to lessen, and by the time she was sixteen, her mother, who had been constantly unhappy, was involved in a car accident and suffered from mental impairment. Lillian harbored even greater resentment towards her father. In the living room, a man in his forties was reading a newspaper, he was none other than Richard Bourne, the Chairman of Fortune Group. Fortune Group was a prominent company in the mining industry. Originally a second-rate enterprise in Los Angeles, it had soared in the past two or three years, and this year, thanks to Reno Bourne's efforts, it had acquired and merged several factories, transforming into Fortune Group. With Reno Bourne's strong support, Richard Bourne was elected chairman, basking in the glow of success. Proud as he was, Richard Bourne also had a sense of crisis. Although he was the chairman now, if Reno Bourne wanted to overthrow him, he would be finished. Reno Bourne was now the general manager and major shareholder of Fortune Group, directly threatening his position. With no son for many years, Richard Bourne was even more eager to have his son, who had been wandering for twenty-five years, return to the fold. Reno Bourne looked up and saw an eighteen-year-old girl descending the stairs. He could see every strand of her hair, so fine, cascading like seaweed. Her eyes, sharp and clear, resembled a radiant South Sea pearl. Her long eyelashes fluttered, stirring hearts with ease. Her natural red lips, like cherry blossoms, looked incredibly moist and soft. Her translucent skin was as clear and bright as crystal, a sight to behold. She was a bewitching and stunning girl. Without even sparing a glance at the man sitting next to Richard Bourne, Lillian walked straight to Richard and spoke casually, "Old man, what do you want me to do? Spit it out, if there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Hearing Lillian's casual tone, Richard Bourne felt a surge of anger rising from within, almost exploding his lungs. He tried to suppress his emotions and maintain composure, even forcing a smile, "Lillian, you've already turned eighteen. You're a grown woman now. Dad only has you as a precious daughter, so I'm finding you a good husband..." "Of course, I'm your only precious daughter. If it weren't for me, who knows if my siblings could have made it around the earth three times. If you want to get married, go find someone yourself. I'm not interested." Lillian finished speaking and turned towards the door. "Stop right there!" Richard Bourne's newspaper slammed onto the table, his anger escalating uncontrollably. "Lillian Bourne, let me tell you! I'm still your father, and I'm still the head of this household!! You're getting married now, whether you like it or not!! Have I let you run amok for too long?!!" Lillian retorted, "Richard Bourne, spare me your lectures!! You've introduced me to a dozen wealthy gentlemen, and every single one of them has fled in disarray after I've had my way with them! Fine, since you love stirring up trouble, I'll play along with you! Let him come to pick me up now. If he doesn't show up within twenty minutes, he can forget about it! And when he does arrive, I'll spend the day with him. If I don't drive him crazy by the end of it, you can strip me of the name Lillian Bourne!! Oh, and by the way, be prepared for some hostility if you dare to invite anyone over. The more powerful these men are, the harder I'll make it for them." Richard Bourne chuckled coldly, "I knew you weren't one to be trifled with. I wouldn't dare to introduce just anyone to you. Now, the man you're marrying is Leonard Crowley, the sixteenth leader of the International Mafia Alliance, a notorious underworld godfather. I dare you to play with him! I'm curious to see how you'll handle him?!!" Hearing her father's words, Lillian couldn't help but pause. Leonard Crowley? How could someone so distant from them be associated with Richard Bourne? At that moment, Lillian unconsciously glanced at Reno Bourne, only to find a gaze filled with hatred and coldness. He seemed strangely satisfied with the situation. Among Lillian's friends, there were a few who weren't exactly upright, and the name Leonard Crowley was notorious: Leonard Crowley, seemingly gentle and handsome on the surface, but ruthless to the core, devoid of mercy, and full of beastly instincts. He was notorious for his bloodthirstiness, capable of driving women to their deathbeds. Joining the underworld at eighteen, he reveled in killing, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. He was the ruler of the gates of hell in America, the sixteenth leader of the International Mafia Alliance. Ruthless and bloodthirsty, he had spent the past decade wreaking havoc in the underworld. This man had everything, except one thing—humanity. A shiver ran down Lillian's spine. She looked at Richard Bourne and shouted, "Richard Bourne! You're trying to throw your daughter into the fire pit, but that's not happening!!"