Forced Marry To The Mafia King

Chapter 7

This is Clara’s voice.

I slowly turn my neck. My eyes are burning with anger, as if flames are blazing inside them. Clara is standing in front of me. The same strange smile is on her face as always, the kind of smile that can make anyone uneasy. She slowly walks toward me.

She stops in front of me and slightly bends forward as she speaks. There is a strange mockery and cunning in her voice, “She really is a good girl… if you want, you can take her as the new heir of your mafia world.”

As soon as her words end, the anger inside me explodes, “SHUT UP!!”

My voice is so loud that the entire room echoes. For a moment, Clara falls silent. A flicker of fear appears in her eyes, but it does not stay there for long. I take a step forward and glare into her eyes with fury.

“How dare you?” I say angrily. “How dare you tell her about our marriage?”

She calmly replies, “So what if I did? I only told her the truth. And anyway… when you punish her in bed, maybe she will enjoy that punishment too.”

“SHUT UP!!” I shout again. My breathing becomes heavier.

“Don’t you understand? How many times have I told you to stay away from this matter! Whatever I want to do, I will do. If I want, I can even kill her… and no one will be able to do anything to me!”

Hearing my furious voice, Clara looks genuinely startled for a moment. But slowly, a cunning smile spreads across her face again.

She steps closer to me, so close that her breath brushes against my neck.

“If you care so much about our marriage…” she whispers angrily,

“then why don’t you come close to me?” Her eyes stare straight into mine.

“Why do you run away from me? Why haven’t you touched me even once since our marriage?” My anger crosses all limits.

“BECAUSE YOU ARE A CHARACTERLESS WOMAN!” My voice is as sharp as a blade.

“I have told you countless times… I don’t even like looking at women like you!”

“I am only tolerating you because I never go back on my word. The marriage has already happened that’s why I’m putting up with it.”

I look at her with a cold and piercing gaze, “But if you interfere in my matters again… it won’t take me long to kill you.”

For a moment, Clara’s face turns pale after hearing my words. Then suddenly she shouts,

“Why won’t you come close to me?! I am not a characterless woman!”

I look at her with cold hatred and say, “You sleep with a different man almost every day. I don’t even like touching a woman like that.”

Hearing this, Clara finally loses her patience. She suddenly grabs my hand, “If that’s the case… then fulfill my needs yourself!”

She says stubbornly, “Then I won’t go to anyone else.”

I look down at my hand… the one she is holding. Disgust and hardness are clearly visible on my face.

The next moment, I jerk my hand away. She stumbles slightly and takes a step back.

Without saying anything, I take a handkerchief out of my pocket and start wiping the hand she touched.

Clara keeps watching all of this. Now anger burns in her eyes as she stares at me intensely.

I immediately leave the villa. Clara’s words are still echoing in my mind, but I don’t have the time to dwell on them. I have a lot of work to take care of. I get straight into my car and signal the driver to head to the office.

The car speeds through the dark night streets. Outside, the city lights pass by in long glowing lines. My face still carries the same cold firmness, but my mind is now focused on work.

As soon as I reach the office, I walk straight into my cabin. A small pile of files lies on the table. I sit down in my chair, open them one by one, and sign the necessary documents. Sometimes I pick up the phone, sometimes I give instructions. My employees and guards stand around me, listening carefully to every word I say.

After finishing the office work, I give some important orders related to the underworld. Two or three lower-level mafia members are standing in front of me. Their faces show both respect and fear.

In a cold, commanding voice, I say, “The task I gave you must be completed by tomorrow morning. There should be no mistakes.”

They immediately nod, “Yes, boss.”

After giving them the instructions, I leave. By the time my work is finished, it is already quite late at night. The streets of the city are quieter now.

I return to the villa.

The guards outside the villa straighten up as soon as they see me. Without saying a word to anyone, I walk straight inside. The atmosphere inside is silent, as if everyone has already gone to their rooms.

I head directly toward my room.

I open the door and walk inside. A dim light is on in the room. I am a little tired, so the first thing I do is look toward the bed, But no one is there. My brows crease slightly, “Hm…”

I glance around the room. Hazel is nowhere to be seen. Maybe she has gone back to her own room.

I don’t think about it much. Fatigue is spreading through my body, so I take off my shirt and throw it on the bed. Then I take a towel from the wardrobe and walk toward the bathroom to take a shower.

I open the bathroom door and step inside.

The moment I enter, the sound of water falling from the shower reaches my ears. Warm steam fills the entire bathroom.

I lift my gaze and for a moment, I completely freeze.

Hazel is standing right in front of me. She is standing under the shower, with water falling over her. It seems like she has no idea that I have entered the bathroom.

For a moment, surprise flashes in my eyes.

Then Hazel suddenly notices me.

The instant she sees me, her eyes widen in shock. Her face instantly turns red. And the very next second, she screams loudly, “Ahhhhhhhhhh…!!!!!”

Her sharp scream echoes throughout the bathroom. She quickly tries to step back from under the shower, attempting to cover herself in panic. Her face shows a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and nervousness as she hurriedly moves away.

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!

Is it my fault or her ?