The Billionaire's Gangster Wife

As Mara stepped out of the car, her heart pounded with nervous anticipation. Rows of maids bowed before her, their uniformed presence a stark reminder of the grandeur of the Lewis Family Mansion. With each bow, Mara felt the weight of her impending marriage pressing down on her.Dressed in a flowing white gown, adorned with delicate beads in her hair, Mara tried to exude confidence, her posture straight and proud. But as she crossed the threshold into the mansion, a wave of doubt and insecurity washed over her, shattering the facade of her egomaniacal spirit.The grandeur of the mansion, with its towering ceilings and opulent decor, only served to magnify Mara's feelings of inadequacy. Surrounded by servants and the looming presence of her unknown groom, Mara couldn't help but feel like a small, insignificant figure in this vast, imposing world.As Mara stood in the dimly lit room, her mind raced with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. The opulent surroundings and the prospect of spen

As Mara entered the VIP suite at Circo Bille Hotel, the birthday party was already in full swing. She made her way through the lively crowd, clutching the elaborately decorated birthday cake in her hands."Good evening, young master Puck. This is the birthday cake that Miss Nina painstakingly prepared for you," Mara announced, presenting the cake to the birthday boy with a polite smile.But before Puck could respond, one of the party guests couldn't resist chiming in. "Aren't you and Nina going to break things off?" they asked, curiosity evident in their tone.Puck's response was surprisingly confident. "This is our way of patching things up. She doesn't want to end things with me," he declared proudly.Impressed by Puck's audacity, another guest couldn't help but comment. "Wow! Now I understand why they call you the stallion. You cheated during your relationship, and she still wants to get back with you?"Puck smirked, reveling in the attention. "That's why they call me Bad Commando,

She meekly followed his lead, pushing his wheelchair to the dining room. The several pairs of eyes focused on the couple made it obvious that their private affairs were being scrutinized.The awkward atmosphere prompted her to rush through her meal, eager to finish as quickly as possible. Once she swallowed the last grain of rice and sipped her orange juice, she moved to leave, but the old lady stopped her."Mara, dear, you can't leave the table when your husband hasn't finished eating," she said kindly.Mara nodded silently and sat back down, watching Ethan handle his utensils delicately, as if they were made of foam. His slow and gentle eating only made her more nervous and angry.It seemed Mrs. Lewis noticed Mara's discomfort. She interjected, "Mara, my dear, don't mind Ethan eating slowly; that's just how he is... And he must be extra tired after this morning's activity," she said, smiling warmly."Activity? What—" Mara began, but Ethan cut her off with a cold and menacing tone, "

Maya's mind conjured up an image of her sister's head drooping low, followed by a scene of Mara and Ethan in a moment of intimacy, while she herself remained hidden in a corner, tears streaming down her face. Her mind's meandering led her straight into a fit of rage.After the butler departed, Maya impulsively grabbed a scalding hot slab of meat from the dining table and hurled it at her sister. Fortunately, Mara's lightning reflexes spared her from a fiery facial tattoo; otherwise, she'd have sported red marks for days, her skin scorched and distorted. Still, a portion of the meat grazed her arm—ouch, that stung!Enraged, Mara retaliated by wielding a plate of piping hot rice, advancing menacingly towards Maya. Sensing imminent danger, Maya cried out, "Don't you dare lay a finger on me, Mara, or Nanny's life hangs in the balance!" But Mara's inner street fighter was unleashed, and she let the rice fly, only for Maya to topple backward, the searing grains landing squarely on her expose

Ethan had fought fiercely to kick Maya out because she was Mara's sister, his disdain for outsiders evident in his actions. When Mara entered the room, he couldn't contain his frustration any longer."What is wrong with that sister of yours? Why is she trying to expose herself whenever I am?" he demanded, his voice edged with irritation.Mara feigned ignorance, hanging her head low in an attempt to shield her true intentions. She knew she had to play her cards right to avoid revealing her true feelings."What do you mean?" she replied softly, her eyes avoiding his piercing gaze, knowing that meeting his eyes could betray her.Ethan, however, wasn't easily deceived. He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, his frustration evident in his eyes."Are you that stupid?" he questioned, his tone harsh and unforgiving.Caught off guard, Mara struggled to maintain her facade. "Even if I'm not stupid, I can't help it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper."Didn't you just say