Running Away from My Mafia Lord Husband

On the night of their third anniversary, Valerio's enemies showed up and ruined the celebration.

It was the ninth time in three years that Serina had been kidnapped.

The man who once treated her like a treasure arrived an hour later, his shirt collar still revealing unmistakable hickeys.

Serina's eyes were bloodshot. Just as she thought she would finally be saved—a single phone call stopped Valerio in his tracks.

"Val, I want to go out, but you tore my dress," a coquettish voice sounded at the other end of the line.

"Can you buy me a new one?"