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Chapter 2

As Joanna got outside the corridor, she saw Miquel's limousine before her. Miquel was at that point situated inside, not saving her a look.

One of his protectors opened her side of the vehicle entryway, and she hesitantly got in before the vehicle dashed off.The unease in the vehicle was overwhelming. Despite the fact that the cool was on, Joanna was perspiring so seriously.

"Remove your undies!" Miquel expressed, still not saving her a look.

"What!" Joanna shouted out, amazed to hear him say such words to her.

Miquel sneered, lastly nailing his cold look to hers. "What? Is there an issue? Could it be said that you are my lady? Try not to make me rehash the same thing; you will think twice about it!" He undermined, his eyes becoming more obscure.

Joanna frowned at him in dazed quietness, the ramifications of Miquel's words gradually soaking in.

She could feel her eyes watering and the intensity ascending in her cheeks as she mishandled the sew of her dress, attempting to eliminate her clothing circumspectly.

The quietness in the vehicle was stunning; the main sound was the low murmur of the motor and the delicate stir of texture as Joanna agreed with Miquel's interest.

As she pulled the fancy article of clothing down her legs, Joanna's heart beat in her chest. She had no clue about what the Mafia Manager was arranging; however, she realized it couldn't be great.

Joanna at last figured out how to eliminate her clothing; her hands shuddered as she put them on her lap, uncertain of how to manage them.Miquel sneered, his look moving to the street as the vehicle kept on speeding through the city roads.

"Great young lady," he mumbled, the words sending a chill through Joanna's body.Once more, after a few long minutes, Miquel at last talked."Give them to me," he requested, extending a hand towards her.

Joanna delayed the slightest bit, her cheeks igniting with disgrace, before hesitantly giving the underwear to him.

Miquel took the underwear from her, his fingers brushing against Joanna's shutter hand as he did so.He inspected them briefly, a horrible sneer all the rage, prior to stuffing them into his coat pocket.

"Those are mine now," he said, his voice coming out unconscious and perilous.

"What's more, assuming you attempt to take them back or resist me in any capacity, I will make you think twice about it." He undermined.Joanna gulped hard, her heart dashing as Miquel turned around to confront the street.

The vehicle at last pulled up before a pompous chateau, the entryways opening consequently to permit them through.

Joanna felt a bunch of fear framing in her stomach as she understood that this was her new home, or most likely her jail.

Miquel moved out of the vehicle, his guardians following not far behind, and Joanna constrained herself to do likewise, attempting to overlook the embarrassment and dread that was beating through her veins.

As she remained on the front advances, the huge swinging doors of the chateau opened, and she was confronted with a steward who bowed to her and guided her inside.

"Accompany me!" Miquel's words unexpectedly shut the steward up from expressing out loud anything that he had wished to share with Joanna.

Joanna followed Miquel up the amazing flight of stairs, her heart beating as she understood that he was most likely driving her to his room.

She could feel the heaviness of his look on her back, his quiet order that she shouldn't think back or try to express a word.

At last, they arrived at the expert suite, and Miquel pushed open the weighty oak entryway with an intense push.

Before Joanna actually might take in her environmental factors, Miquel got her by the midriff, his solid arms sticking her against the wall as his lips squashed against hers.

Joanna attempted to drive Miquel away, yet he was areas of strength for too, grasping her arms like iron as he kept on kissing her profoundly, his tongue investigating her mouth with possessive craving.

"Mine," he snarled against her lips, his breath hot on her skin."You are mine now, Joanna. What's more, I will have you at whatever point and anyway I please." Miquel grinned at her, cherishing how delicate she was in his arms.

Joanna whimpered, her body shaking with dread, her brain reeling with shock and disarray as Miquel tore her wedding dress from her body.

"Would it be a good idea for me to explain to you why a Mafia supervisor got hitched to a powerless lady like you?" Miquel asked, his breath fanning her face.Joanna shivered; however, she wished to know the explanation.

Accordingly, she gestured with her head more than once, making Miquel laugh, and the following moment, his face was a dangerous virus.

He unexpectedly clutched her cheek, not disapproving of the way that he was harming her, and he glared into her face.

"You are paying for your dad's obligations! Did your dad suppose I'd fail to remember my cash after his demise? Never! Miquel Savaldor isn't a decent man." He gritted his teeth into her face.

Joanna's eyes widened with dismay as the acknowledgment of her destiny occurred to her.

Miquel's words reverberated in her mind, her dad's obligation, her new life as his detainee, his words "mine" actually ringing in her ears.

Her body shuddered, tears stinging her eyes as she understood the reality of her circumstance. She had asked why her mom was set on getting her hitched to Miguel.'Does it mean her mom is familiar with her dad's obligation to a Mafia chief?' Joanna thought internally.

"Please," she murmured, her voice scarcely in excess of a breath.

"Please, Miquel, I'm not my dad. I didn't request any of this."Miquel's face turned into a horrible grin.Joanna's supplications failed to receive any notice as Miquel's grin developed much more seriously threatening.

"Your dad's obligation is your obligation now, Joanna. What's more, you will repay it to me in the manner in which I see fit," he snarled, his grasp on her cheeks fixing.

"Presently, are you going to be a decent little lady of the hour, or do I need to help you to remember your place?" His voice was like ice, cooling her deep down.

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