She Slapped Him in Public — The Mafia Boss Laughed and Said Marry Me

Описание: The champagne flute shattered against the marble floor, crystal fragments scattering like diamonds across the polished stone. But Emma Chen didn't notice. She was too busy staring at the man who'd just called her "sweetheart" with that insufferable smirk, too furious to care that every person in the gilded ballroom had stopped mid-conversation to watch.
"Excuse me?" Her voice came out low, dangerous. The kind of quiet that preceded storms.
The man—tall, dark-haired, wearing a tuxedo that probably cost more than her annual salary—tilted his head, clearly amused. "I said, sweetheart, the waitstaff entrance is in the back. This event is invitation only."
Heat flooded Emma's cheeks. Not the embarrassed kind. The furious kind.
She'd been standing here for less than five minutes, wearing a borrowed black dress that Sarah had insisted made her look elegant, holding her small clutch like a shield, trying to work up the courage to approach the event coordinator about the graphic design position. And this arrogant ass had just assumed she was—what? Crashing the party? Looking for handouts?
"I'm not waitstaff," she said through clenched teeth. "I'm here for the—"
"Listen." He stepped closer, and she caught the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something darker, something that made her pulse quicken despite her anger. "I don't know how you got past security, but I suggest you leave before—"
If you're enjoying this story so far, don't forget to hit the like button and subscribe! Drop a comment telling me where in the world you're watching from—I love hearing from you!
The slap happened before Emma's brain could catch up with her hand.
The crack echoed through the suddenly silent ballroom like a gunshot. Her palm stung. His head had turned slightly from the impact, a red mark already blooming across his sharp cheekbone.
For three heartbeats, nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Then he laughed.
Not a polite chuckle. Not an embarrassed nervous sound. A genuine, delighted laugh that started deep in his chest and transformed his entire face. The cold, arrogant expression melted into something boyish, almost warm, and infinitely more dangerous.
"Marry me," he said.
Emma's mouth fell open. "What?"