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"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!

Marshal Daddy For My Mafia Mommy!

{BBC – 12:04 P.M.}

I should've stayed in my office and probably should've eaten that leftover sandwich I left in my desk drawer.

Hell, I should've just starved.

But no. I had to say yes to lunch.

Kate was at my door, arms folded like she was my parole officer. "Let's go," she said with zero room for negotiation.

I sighed, grabbed my blazer, and followed her out. "Where are we going?"

"The café." She replied, walking in front of me.

"You've been working here for a few days now and you didn't know?"

"I don't exactly hang around chatting about where to eat croissants."

She didn't respond... just walked ahead, heels clicking with authority. I followed like some reluctant intern.

I don't hate Kate.

Drama In The Café!