Marshal Daddy For My Mafia Mommy!

"My daughter is missing! Find her!"



The moment I stepped into this country, my daughter was kidnapped. I swore, I'd kill anyone whoever dared to take my other half from me.



But, when she was found, she was in the arms of a mute, devastatingly handsome man.



"He took my child, kill him!"

I ordered mercilessly, snatching my daughter from his grasp.



"Don't kill Papa!"



...Huh? Papa?



'Has my daughter lost her mind?'



"Mommy, you can't hurt Daddy!"



'What the hell has this man done to her?'



I wasn't taking any chances.



Dragging him with us, I forced him to sign a slav- well, let's just call it a marriage contract for a year.



A necessary measure.



My real business in this country was to infiltrate a private military company and persuade them to illegally trade arms with my Mafia father.



But who would've thought? The mute mysterious man I married turned out to be none other than the famous ruthless Marshal of the company, whom I was ordered to avoid at all cost.



Am I about to die by his hands? Will he arrest me? Should I run?



"The only thing you'll be guilty of is running away, my criminal wife." My mute husband threatened me, with his deep voice. "Go ahead. I dare you!"



...Shit. I'm so screwed!