Camilla Everhart never imagined that her quiet life as a maid would catapult her into a whirlwind of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden passion. When a single night with her powerful boss, Dante Draven—America’s mafia—changes everything, Camilla must grapple with her dangerous past, hidden pregnancy and hidden lineage. She learns she’s the lost daughter of a powerful tycoon and the target of a deadly inheritance battle. Forced into an arranged marriage to protect her son, she finds herself fighting for freedom which leads to her death by her husband’s hands. But fate grants Camilla a second chance, returning her seven years into the past. Determined to rewrite her story, she allies with Dante in a contract marriage, reigniting a forbidden love that becomes her strongest weapon. As Camilla gains allies, she prepares to dismantle those who wronged her, wielding her insider knowledge to bring down enemies on all fronts. Yet, with her own life and Dante’s empire under constant threat, will her thirst for vengeance risk the future she’s sacrificed so much to protect? An intoxicating blend of romance, suspense, and power plays, *SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS* is a story of love that defies fate and a woman who refuses to be broken.
ดูเพิ่มเติมCamilla's POVSoft light from the chandelier bathed the sitting room in a warmth that casts a gold sheen over plush furniture and polished hardwood floors. Jasper sat center of it all, his tiny fingers digging into the edge of the coffee table for balance as his eyes locked onto Dante and me with that determined glint I was starting to recognize as pure Draven spirit. My heart swelled as I looked at him-my beautiful boy.“Come on, Jasper," I cooed, holding my hands out to him. "You can do it, baby. Just one step."Dante knelt beside me and set his gaze in the middle of our son. "Just one, little man," he said softly, filled with excitement and warmth. "One step, and your mom and I will give you the biggest cheer of your life.”Jasper wobbled, holding onto the edge of the table with chubby hands and a fierce grasp that spoke volumes to someone who was determined not to fall. His great big grey eyes, mirrors of his father's, stared at us with such concentration and excitement. He wanted
ELLA'S POVI slammed my glass down, the echo slicing through the silence of my apartment. Red wine splashed onto my fingers, but I didn't bother wiping it off. All that lined my vision was Tom's face, his smug expression, as if he held the upper hand—as if I was the one failing. As if I was the problem.How dare he.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, lighting up Tom's name. A single word text: "Meet me. Now!"I rolled my eyes and took another gulp of wine, reaching for my coat, the cabernet tasted bitter like the failure. If Tom wanted to talk, he better come prepared. Because I wasn't letting him brush off his failures on me.I found him waiting in the shaded corner booth of his favorite club, fingers drumming impatiently on the table. The sound of my footsteps made his head snap up. Dark eyes locked onto mine with that far-too-familiar spark of control he seemed to think he had over everybody. But tonight, I wasn't here to play nice."Ella," he greeted without preamble, the tensio
CAMILLA'S POVI stood at the window of the study room, watching as city lights blurred against the dark skyline, my mind calm, and precise. Tonight, Tom thought he finally outmaneuvered Dante, thought they'd caught him in a move that would bring Draven LTD to its knees. But I knew Tom better than he thought, knew exactly how he operates, thanks to my past life. His plan wasn't original, as he'd like to believe.It was en route and right on schedule, but this time it had a few subtle changes, and adjustments to make it look completely legitimate. The standard cargo with ironclad paperwork would be all the authorities could find, leaving Tom's tip hanging in the wind.A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. "Come in," I called, and Dante stepped inside, his normal preppy, clean-cut but a little haggard, with tension tugging at the edges of his features."Camilla," he said, and there was a hint of relief tangling his voice. "It's almost midnight. What are you still doing here?""O
ELLA'S POVIt wasn't really Tom's usual meeting place, but then tonight was different; the urgency was electric in the air and tingling my palms. I looked down at my phone glowing bright amongst the shadows and smirked. In three weeks' time Dante would regret the day he ever smiled in my direction, looked at me as though I did not exist, but focused on her instead, Camilla.First, I heard the echo of his footsteps draw near, and there he was: Tom, smooth as ever, stepped into the room with that glint in his eye-like a predator."Calling it close, aren't we?" he said to me, one eyebrow cocked, as he approached me."You gonna wanna hear this," I said, my voice low, words dripping with the kind of malice I knew he'd like. "It's bigger than the last info. Dante's got a whole lineup of imports coming in, and… they're not exactly legal, he's sneaking them in."A satisfied grin stretched across Tom's face. "Go on."I leaned forward, my excitement barely contained within my tone, and extended
88. FIRE UNDERNEATH CAMILLA'S POVIt had just gone past six in the evening, and office lights at Draven LTD headquarters were still bright. I had gone off hours ago at C-Care and came to meet Dante. But Dante and I dropped deep into an unplanned brainstorming session. The new expansion plans for Draven were both thrilling and intense, and tonight, in this quiet after-hours calm, there was a rhythm 990. My cell phone buzzed, no doubt a reminder that the world was still spinning outside this room. I ignored it, choosing instead to focus on Dante."How about a launch event in March?" I suggested, tracing the plans across the table with my finger as a feeling of excitement rushed over me.Dante gave me a reflective glance, his eyes shining with that familiar intensity. "It's risky but bold. March it is."I couldn't help but smile at the triumph of it all-being here, working with him as partners feels surreal yet natural."I think this partnership suits us," I said, a thread of warmth lac
TOM'S POV.The rain was reduced to a light drizzle by the time Ella slipped into the passenger seat of my car, as poised and polished as ever. She said nothing immediately, just buckled her seatbelt and waited, like she was used to men taking the lead.I coughed into my hand and threw a sideways glance at her. "Are you always this silent?"Trace of a smirk playing on her lips, wordless dare. "You were the one who called me, Tom. So tell me-what's on your mind?”The most flickering light of amusement was standing in her eyes, but I was buying none. Ella was clever, dangerously so, and I knew she would never walk into a room or even a car without having something of a scheme already in motion; that's just the reason I knew I should know what she was really aiming for.I leaned back, my tone casual, but pointed. "I'm just curious. You say you're loyal to Dante, yet here you are scheming behind his back. Why?"She laughed softly, but devoid of even a hint of mirth in it. "Loyalty? Tom, yo
Ella's POVI had waited until almost everyone was gone, slipping through the side door and out into the parking lot, where the shades stretched long and dark. My heels clicked as I moved, scanning the rows of luxury cars until I spotted him. Tom was leaning against his car, phone in hand—an unreadable expression on his face. He looked like a man deep in thought—or maybe just plotting his next move.‘Great,’ I thought; that made two of us."Mr Lockwood," I called out, my voice slicing through the stillness. He didn't turn right away, but I caught the clench of his hand around his phone before he jammed it into his pocket. He turned finally, eyes slitted with suspicion. He regarded me warily and weightedly."Ella Stonefield," he growled low and rough enough without bothering to conceal his annoyance. "What brings you out here?"I walked towards him in measured steps, keeping my smile calm and casual. "I thought it was about time we had a talk," I told him, letting my gaze drift over him
Camilla's POVThe chandeliers of the ballroom sparkled like stars, soft and warm, spilling their gentle glow onto the faces of our guests. Dante had spared no expense for this welcome party; a celebration, he said, of my new official role as CEO of C-Care Cosmetics to make up for the one that was ruined by John's schemes. I could feel the admiration in the eyes around me, a mixture of respect and surprise.I clung to Dante as if his presence was the only steady point in a churning sea of faces and voices. But as the evening lengthened and my new position gained its slow weight on my shoulders, with it came—a thrill, some sort of fierce pride. It wasn't about the title; it was about my story, my strength.But just like that, when all appeared to be perfect with the world, a shadow fell across the party. I felt Dante's tension beside me, the slight clench of his jaw, and turned to where he was looking.Tom Lockwood.The room seemed to have grown several degrees colder the instant he ste
Camilla's POV The gavel of the judge fell like a last heartbeat, and the courtroom went dead silent. Every nerve in my body grew taut as he looked over his glasses, his gaze unbending and fixed directly on John. "John Walker," he began, razor-sharp. "The court finds you guilty of all charges and sentences you to life imprisonment." It silenced them and the courtroom went into murmuration. I felt the weight of every word crash into me, filling me with a strange kind of satisfaction mixed with disbelief. It was finally over; finally, justice had been served. Beside me, Dante blew out a low satisfied breath; his hand found mine and gave it a warm, grounding squeeze. "It's done, Camilla," he whispered, his voice a comforting murmur against the storm that was my emotions. "He won't hurt you or anyone else again.” I nodded, clinging to the simplicity of that comfort. "I should be happy, shouldn't I?" my voice barely a
*CAMILLA’S POV* I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting lightly on my stomach. The small swell of life beneath my palm and Jasper my seven year old son from another man, were the only things keeping me going these days. Three months pregnant. I could hardly believe it myself. I thought that maybe this could be my second chance. Maybe with the arrival of his baby, Tom would change. And just maybe he would look at me differently, treat me differently. But the hope I clung onto was fragile like a thread that could snap at any time.I’ve been locked up for three months now and Tom has refused to tell me how Jasper was doing since I tried escaping with him. I’ve tried to talk to him but he has paid me no mind. His actions were all too familiar. I knew if I wanted to see Jasper I would have to do as I was told. I had endured so much pain from Tom and being married to him for 7 years, I had finally reached my limits. I didn’t want to fight anymore.I was tired of the constant beatin
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