My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

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By:  MaryprincessOngoing
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The Plan was simple "First I work my way into his empire, then I become one of his bodyguards—should be pretty easy considering I've been training for this moment my entire life. But to take him down, I'll need to access his hidden records. But the real question is how...?" ****************** Her Pregnant mother murdered in cold blood. Her father and twin brother burnt to ashes right before her eyes. Carrie's world is torn apart in a single night by none other than The Reaper— a notorious Mafia Boss who's very name conjures fear and death. Now a full blown assassin but working part-time as a nurse, and haunted by the memories of her past, Carrie is consumed by a single obsession: revenge. When fate hands her a twisted opportunity —Victor, the only son of the Reaper, brings in his fiancée for emergency surgery after a tragic accident—Carrie seizes her chance. She switches places with her, infiltrating Victor's household as his bride-to-be, intending to use him to get to his father and her main target, The Reaper. In this unlikely romance, Carrie must navigate through a dangerous web of lies, secrets, and her own internal conflict. What happens when her mission of vengeance clashes with a force she never saw coming—Love? ******************* "Ha! I knew you wouldn't have the guts to do it, even with the knife to my throat" "I'm a trained assassin who kills for a living. Only one thing stands between you and death" "And what is that?" "The love I have for your son"

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Chapter 1

The Beginning Of The End

“Carrie, no! stay back!”

The ceiling moved. A second later, it came crashing down on top of them.

Dad and Carl were both dead.

“No!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in fear.

“Carrie!”

I turned around.

It was mum.

She was here, blood on her face.

“Mommy!” I tried to run to her, but stopped as I saw him.

A man stood behind her, holding her hair tight in one hand and a gun in the other. His eyes were cold as ice.

“Run!” Mum screamed.

BANG!

Her body dropped right in front of me. She lay there in a pool of her own blood.

So much blood.

“M-Mommy?” I whispered, crawling to her side.

She looked at me one last time. “Be strong Carrie,” she said, voice shaking. “I... Love...”

Then her eyes closed.

“No…” I sobbed, hugging her.

Another man ran up to the scene “Reaper! We gotta go now!”

So that was his name? The Reaper.

The Reaper got in his car and they both drove off, leaving me traumatized.

Just then, a tall man in a black coat appeared.

“It’s okay,” he said gently, holding out his hand. “I’ve got you now.”

“W-who are you?” I sniffled.

“My name is Mr. Grayson. From now on I’m going to take care of you.”

********************

20 years later...

“Caroline… I see you every day push yourself beyond your limit,” Mr Grayson said as he watched me train. His thick Russian accent echoed all over the room.

I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Limits are in the mind, sir. They're only real if you believe in them."

He slowly walked closer, hands clasped behind his back, “You know Caroline…” he started, “My people often say; Месть — это огонь, который сжигает душу, поглощая всё тепло, пока не останется любви. Do you know what it means?”

“No sir”. Of course not, do I look like I speak Russian?

“It simply means, Revenge is a fire that burns the soul, consuming all warmth until no love remains.” He was trying to dissuade me, but I wasn’t buying it. His words were just noise— Love? Warmth? Those things didn’t matter to me. Not anymore.

I didn't care about what Mr Grayson or anyone else said to me; what I wanted was vengeance, and I wasn't going to stop until I had The head of The Reaper in my hands.

I swear this on my family's grave!

******************

It was just another busy day in the ER. The steady beep of heart monitors and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air. The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder, and I could see through the windows as they rushed someone in.

Then I saw her—Camilla Estella, the famed model, Barely alive. She had bruises all over, bruises that didn't look like the kind you'd get from your usual accident.

"Something must’ve happened," I muttered, not realizing I’d spoken loud enough for others to hear.

"Yeah, no kidding," Dr. Jordan, the head surgeon, snapped. "Now get your ass in there!"

Being a nurse wasn't the easiest part-time job.

Three hours. That’s how long it took. And still, we couldn’t save her. She died at 11:59 AM. Jordan handed me the paperwork and gestured for me to break the news to her loved ones. Typical. He loved sending me to the war front, watching me deliver bad news while he hid behind his office door.

I went into the waiting room and met a young man standing by the windows. The breeze from the open window rustled the curtains, revealing his face in the dim light. I knew that face. How could I forget it? It was none other than Victor, the only son of the Reaper, the man I swore to kill.

I quickly adjusted my face mask, concealing more of my already hidden face. My pulse quickened, every instinct telling me to strike, but I couldn’t—not here.

How is she?” His voice was ice-cold and devoid of emotion. He didn’t even look at me as he spoke.

“Your friend is...” I started but was cut off.

“I think you mean fiancée.”

Fiancée? Oh shit! How could I not have known? I'd heard on the news that Victor was marrying a famous model, but I had no idea it was Camila.

Suddenly, a plan began to form in my mind. A dangerous plan. One that could get me closer to The Reaper than I ever thought possible. I was going to use the lion's cub to lure it out for the kill. I was going to use Victor. I would take Camilla’s place.

I would become the fiancée of the Reaper’s son.

“She’s fine,” I lied smoothly. “But the accident did some damage. We had to take her in for plastic surgery. Her face was severely damaged. But don't worry, you can hardly see the stitches”

Victor’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t flinch. “What else?”

What else?

“She has anemia. It might cause some changes in her behavior and we doubt she'll recover from it.” I swallowed hard, wondering if he’d buy my lie.

“Okay. When can I take her home?”

“An hour,” I quickly replied, my mind already racing with the next steps of my plan. “We just need to give her a quick look.”

“Make it quick,” Victor snapped, answering his phone before storming out of the room, his dark presence vanishing behind the doors.

He really was the son of The Reaper.

*****************

I went back to Jordan's office to report a mission well done. Medical records for each patient were kept in that office, including the death report of Camilla. I had to erase those files, But how?

“Caroline” Jordan called out, “I want you to call Paula to come pick up the patient's corpse”

There was no way I was going to let that happen; if word got out that Camilla was dead, my plan would be ruined. I had to use the only weapon God bestowed upon women that could take out any man… Breasts.

“Sir, could you please check my heartbeat? I don't feel so good,” I stated while unbuttoning the two upper buttons of my shirt.

I slowly grabbed his stethoscope whilst maintaining eye contact; I positioned the stethoscope on his ears and ran my fingers from his ear to his thigh; I could feel the vibration in him, he eyed my breasts with such awe, and I could see his dick bulging through his pants.

I went in for the kill by leaning towards him and whispering in his ear, “Be a good boy and go get us some condoms, mama wanna feel you”

Like a dog going to fetch a stick, Jordan rushed out of the room.

I checked the time and saw I had just 30 minutes before Victor arrived to take his alive fiancee with amnesia home. I went for the drawer and took Camilla's death records and erased her history from the computer. Then I made my way to where Camilla's belongings were and I wore her clothes.

Next, I went to dispose of Camilla's body by dropping it over a small cliff that was steps away from the hospital. I rushed to the entrance, barely making it in time. I could see Victor already stepping down from his luxury car.

“Shit!” I whined, looking at a nearby mirror in disdain as I noticed I had forgotten about my hair. I had short brown curly hair but Camila had long and luxurious black straight hair, typical amongst models. I had to do something and fast.

Just then, two ladies walked past me, having on What looked like wigs matching the type of Camilla's hair. I had no choice, I quickly took the wig off the first lady's head without her noticing. The skills of an assassin tend to come in handy from time to time.

“Camilla?” Victor’s voice cut through the air as he approached me. “Do you remember me?”

I turned slowly, slipping into my new role with ease.

From that moment on, I wasn’t Caroline Slane. I was Camilla Estella. Victor Reaper’s fiancée.

And one wrong move would get me killed

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I absolutely love this story, Victor is a dick head, he doesn't even know that the lady he's torturing is his bodyguard who he has a crush on....... What ever happened to the Reaper? it's been a while he showed up in the story
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The Beginning Of The End
“Carrie, no! stay back!” The ceiling moved. A second later, it came crashing down on top of them. Dad and Carl were both dead. “No!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in fear. “Carrie!” I turned around. It was mum. She was here, blood on her face. “Mommy!” I tried to run to her, but stopped as I saw him. A man stood behind her, holding her hair tight in one hand and a gun in the other. His eyes were cold as ice. “Run!” Mum screamed. BANG! Her body dropped right in front of me. She lay there in a pool of her own blood. So much blood. “M-Mommy?” I whispered, crawling to her side. She looked at me one last time. “Be strong Carrie,” she said, voice shaking. “I... Love...” Then her eyes closed. “No…” I sobbed, hugging her. Another man ran up to the scene “Reaper! We gotta go now!” So that was his name? The Reaper. The Reaper got in his car and they both drove off, leaving me traumatized. Just then, a
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Diego Don't Shoot!
And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper… “Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. “Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this” He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe. With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before. I buried m
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Face to face with a killer
A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father. “Diego, have you gone mad?!” He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. “How dare you point your gun at your older sister” There was tension between the two. I could tell. “Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi” I said with a shiver in my voice. “I'm fine” I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him? Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind “you're not Camilla” have I been compromised already? “Wait, what's that?” Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, “have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost” Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Diego hit away his Father's hand. “It doesn't
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Father vs Son
The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes. My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath?Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance! I didn’t hesitate. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I twisted free from his grip. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my cloth to the wall was left behind as I scrambled out of his reach, slipping beneath the balcony’s edge.I crouched low, pressing my body against the cold stone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing, praying he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. The Reaper cursed under his breath. “Coward,” he muttered, his shadow stretching above me as he paced the balcony. I
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Wedding Fitting
Victor’s POVThe woman in front of me was pressed too close, her lips grazing mine as her hands wandered to my chest. Her perfume was cloying, heavy with desperation, but I let her linger. A moment of distraction wasn’t the worst thing—at least until the knock at my office door shattered the moment.“Sir,” came the muffled voice from outside.I sighed, stepping back and buttoning my shirt. “Not a word,” I said to the woman, my tone clipped. She smirked and adjusted her dress before walking off to the corner.“Come in,” I barked, settling into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me.One of my men entered, his face pale and uneasy. “Boss, there’s been a problem.”I raised an eyebrow, gripping the glass of alcohol in my hand. “Go on.”“The intel mission…it didn’t go as planned. One of our men was badly injured, and the briefcase…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “We couldn’t retrieve it.”The words lit a fuse inside me. The glass in my hand shattered as I crushed it, shards cutting int
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Night At The Cemetery
I woke up to the weight of lips pressing against mine. My heart raced, panic flooding every nerve as I realized what was happening.“Victor, stop!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The reek of whiskey hit me like a punch, and his slurred words made my stomach churn.“You’re mine, Camilla…” He pinned me down harder, using his right hand to pull the string of my nightgown down to reveal my tender nipple. “Now be a good little girl" His drunken smirk infuriating me.“No, Victor. Get off me!” I hissed, struggling beneath his weight. This was the fifth time he’d barged into my room in the middle of the night this week but tonight, I’d had enough.I twisted, planting my knee into his stomach. He groaned, loosening his grip just enough for me to grab the lamp beside the bed. With all the anger and frustration I’d bottled up, I swung it at his head.The loud thud as he hit the floor filled me with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. His unconscious form sprawled on the carpet.“Idio
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The Day Before The Wedding
Carrie's POV The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker. The wedding was tomorrow. The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, sp
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My Nightmare Wedding part 1
Carrie's POV My heart pounded as I slowly walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Victor at the altar. The grand hall was eerily silent despite the hum of guests and the soft melody of the piano. My white wedding gown weighed heavily on me, much like the secrets I'd been carrying.Victor stood at the end of the aisle, his expression unreadable. Beside him was a priest. He wore a long, dark cloak that obscured most of his face. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced ominously along the walls, making the entire scene feel surreal.As I reached halfway, my feet began to falter. I stopped, trembling and afraid. “I’m not Camilla,” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I don’t belong here! I want to leave!”Gasps erupted from the audience, but before I could even take a step back, Victor surged forward. His iron grip latched onto my wrist, yanking me close.“Ouch Victor you're hurting me" Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss. I struggled all I
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My Nightmare Wedding part 2
Victor's POV Blood?.Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job." Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain th
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Lipstick Stain On His White Collar
Carrie's POV The room buzzed with an uneasy energy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my nerves or the weight of everyone’s stares. “Isabella?" The mysterious lady leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a faint mark that seemed to glow in the dim light. “Hello Victor. Miss me?Victor didn’t flinch; instead, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.She glanced my way, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I felt a chill run down my spine.“Who the hell is she?” I whispered under my breath, my fingers clutching the hem of my gown.As she let go of Victor, Isabella strode toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I resisted the urge to step back.What was she planning?Before she could reach me, The Reaper intercepted her. He moved like a shadow, his presence suffocating.“Oh, hello…Uncle.” Isabella said, a smirk forming. "Been a
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