Trading Souls to the Mafia King

Warm... I could smell the soft fragrance in my arms. My eyes were too heavy to check what I was hugging. It was too cozy.

"Cassie?"

However, along with that voice calling my name, I could also hear the sound of glass shattering into pieces, my eyes instantly opened to search for that person... the voice of someone I knew very well. Wisley ....

But it wasn't Wisley I saw—just a black wall full of holes. I fell into the darkness. There was no feeling of comfort like before, the smooth and soft thing I was hugging before was also nowhere to be found.

"It's all your fault Cassie, why didn't you tell me sooner when you found out you were pregnant?"

Wisley's voice filled my ears again, but I couldn't see where he was at all, my body was still being pulled by gravity, my mind was in turmoil.

"You lost it, Cassie. You killed our child." Wisley's voice was getting clearer.

In fear and confusion I stroked my flat stomach, I shook my head violently as the memory of the blood came back, when I lost my child.

I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, sweat dripping down my temples. I tried my best to push the bad memories away.

"No... Don't..." I mumbled to get rid of the scene that kept repeating itself. I... Didn't even get to hold my baby's tiny hand, and I had already lost it.

"Right, it's all your fault, your fault Cassie ...." Wisley's cold voice came back.

Somehow the oxygen supply in this place was getting thinner the longer I resisted the fact that I had lost my baby.

"Mom, I... It's okay."

Time seemed to stand still as the little girl's voice rang out. I gasped. My eyes fully opened and the first thing I saw was the face of someone I didn't expect to be sleeping right in front of me.

"You had a bad dream," Stilliam said as he wiped the sweat from my temples.

My previously ragged breathing began to stabilize as I realized the current situation.

That's right, after the wedding reception ceremony this afternoon, tonight I had officially become the bride of the Mafia King. I don't know when I fell asleep, I should have stayed alert, especially after the assassination attempt this morning.

My eyes immediately fell on Stilliam who was still faithfully wiping the sweat off my face.

'I should also be wary of this man,' I thought.

"Why? Falling for me already?" Stilliam asked without taking his gaze off my temple.

I immediately dismissed his hand and stomped backwards.

Stilliam chuckled, I didn't get a good feeling from that laugh.

"On the first day you said you couldn't sleep comfortably because it was like sleeping in a snake's nest. Today I thought you wouldn't let your guard down, but after the party was over I suddenly found you fast asleep in our bed," Stilliam said while emphasizing the word 'our bed' at the end of the sentence.

"Don't mock me," I said while giving him a sharp look.

Stilliam just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I originally wasn't going to touch you until you were willing to give yourself to me. When I saw that you were already asleep, I was about to go to the other room, but you pulled my hand and hugged me very tightly," he explained with a flat expression but somehow I was very offended to hear it.

"Then you don’t mind if we sleep in separate beds, do you?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me? You've held me hostage for most of the night in your arms. Take responsibility," he said.

This guy really knows how to piss someone off in an annoying way.

But my gaze accidentally fell on the scars on his muscular body wrapped in the satin fabric of the robe he was wearing.

Stilliam seemed to notice my gaze. "It's already 2am, but are you still interested in spending the first night as a couple."

I looked back at him sharply.

This man seems to enjoy it, he likes to see me lose my temper because of his actions.

"Why? Isn't it natural as a married couple to spend the night together?" This time he spoke right next to my ear, I could even feel the warmth of his breath brushing against my neck. Damn it I didn't notice his movement, since when did he come closer?

I slammed him into the mattress hard, it was a reflex movement I often did when fighting. As someone who had been a hitman, I clearly knew that this man was on a different level.

However, in just a split second Stilliam managed to turn the tables, his movements were so fast, in an instant I was already in his cage.

"You really want us to do it?" He asked with a faint grin, there was no predatory look like he had done to me during our first meeting, but this situation annoyed me many times over. Would my life still be saved if I hit him in the face just once?

No, it wouldn't. I had to hold back.

"The last thing I remember is putting on my nightgown, then taking a sip of water from that glass, after that, I don't remember anything," I said simply while pointing at the glass on the nightstand beside the bed.

Stilliam raised one eyebrow.

"It seems like a small insect has dared to enter the lion's cage," Stilliam muttered while staring at the glass that was already half full. "But more than that, why did you drink it unsuspectingly?" He asked while looking back at me.

I couldn't say that I drank it because I was thirsty that he would mock me even more, and anyway I didn't think a servant would dare to mess with the drinking water in the room of a Stilliam Albert Nostra when their lives could be lost at any time here, so I drank it without thinking.

Seeing me silent, Stilliam asked again, "then, why are you staring at my body with that hungry gaze? After hugging me like that, now you're acting like a victim."

"Watch what you say, I'm not interested in your body, I'm just... Curious about the many wounds there. Then, you're the one who's not wearing your robe properly, don't blame me for being able to see it," I said simply.

"Oh this." Stilliam finally moved away from my body and felt the wound, the next second he took off his robe. "You can look at it all you want," he said as if we were discussing the weather.

But... I was transfixed by the many wounds on that body, that proportionate body full of muscles was also covered with cuts and gunshot wounds. Of course, I also had some wounds like that on my body, but his were so... Brutal.

Exactly what kind of life had this man who held the title of Mafia King lived?