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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS PAST DIGGING
Camilla's P.O.V. I sat opposite Dante in his office, my fingertips dancing briskly up and down on the chair's arm. The hum of my wait was low and steady. Today, Dante would begin the unraveling of the past concerning John, the man who had built a fortune and name based on the ruins of my mother's legacy. Before the computer, Dante sat motionless, scrolling down through documents. I let a loud breath escape me and said anything that came to my mind; my voice had hardly risen above a whisper. "So… where do we begin?" He turned then and looked at me; his dark eyes caught mine. "First, we investigate every transaction he made around the time of your mother's death. We look for anything suspicious, any pattern that doesn't add up." I nodded furiously, my anger growing with each second. "He took everything from her, from me. I want to know precisely how he did it. Every filthy detail.” The warmth in Da
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS SHEDDING LIGHT
Camilla's POV The hum of the television rang in harmony with the living room. My eyes were glued to the image of John across the screen: hands cuffed, being escorted towards a police car. Cameras flashed as reporters swarmed in, capturing every movement of his demise. My breath hitched at the tone of the reporter that rang through the room. “Ex-CEO of C-Care Cosmetics, arrested just hours ago on charges including the murder of his wife, Carol…” The words came surreal, some twisted dream finally coming to reality. I felt the reassuring weight of Dante's hand on my shoulder anchor me. "It is over," he said low, his voice sure and deadly. "He is finally going to pay.” I was glued to the screen. "It's just the beginning, Dante. He doesn't get to run after all he's done. He took her from me… from all of us." Dante's grip tightened, his face harder than steel. "And he's not running.
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 82: A HEAVY CHOICE.
CAMILLA'S POV It was one of those mornings, still, sitting in the kitchen, sipping my coffee and watching the soft light crawl in between the curtains, awaiting the return of Dad. He had gone out more than two hours ago to do his usual round at the estate grounds, it felt off, he had never gone for that long and he wasn't fit to go on for more than thirty minutes. I set my coffee down and stepped out into the open, scanning the grounds. There was no sign of him anywhere. "Dad?" I called into the stillness. My heart quickened, and my phone was out as I dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail. Then I called Dante, trying to keep the panic from welling up in my voice. "Dante, I can't find him. He went for his morning walk and never came back." “Benson?” Dante said over the phone. “Yes, he's been gone for more than two hours. He usually doesn't take that long.” "Stay calm, Camilla. I am on my w
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 83. BEATING THE GAMERS.
CAMILLA'S POV. I sat and kept on glancing at the door, waiting for anything remotely resembling hope. Anthony stood no more than a few feet away from me; his arms crossed over his chest, his face chiseled from stone. Never in my life had I felt this small, cornered. My heart went haywire inside my chest, anxiety and fear running amok—the utter silence for two continuous days. My dad had been missing for two days, nothing but that haunting message for a last contact, and now, when some semblance of justice was finally supposed to arrive, Dante was nowhere to be found. I dug my nails into the wood edge of my seat, trying to hold myself in place. It was a full courtroom, filled with reporters and officials; a sea of onlookers remained standing, it would seem, awaiting some kind of shootout—a trial filled with drama. What they didn't know was how close I felt to falling apart. Anthony stirred beside me. "Ms. Camilla," he whispered softly,
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Chapter 84: The Verdict
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS The Welcome Party
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 86: Alliance of Convenience
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 87. REAL MONSTERS
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
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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 95: UNPLEASANT WEDDING GUEST
CAMILLA'S POVBefore us was the stretched Italian countryside-endless rolling hills of vineyards bathed in shades of gold by the afternoon sun. If anything, the villa where the wedding was held wasn't less than magnificent, a true melting pot of old-world charm and modern-day elegance. Marble columns framed the entrance, while a string quartet floated its music across the open courtyard.I really should have been utterly mesmerized by the view, but Dante's tense attitude was impossible to overlook."Relax," I whispered, tugging at the hem of my silk dress as I leaned in toward him. "Why are you so tense over a wedding?"Dante's jaw clenched, his sharp features lit for a moment by a flash of annoyance. "This isn't just some random wedding.""What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me as far as letting him stew in silence went.He said nothing for a second or two, his dark eyes scouring the crowd ahead of us. "This is Rocco Cafaro's domain." he finally said; his
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 94: MIND GAMES.
TOM'S POV.I had been confined to a wheelchair for weeks, because of these symptoms. Whereas earlier I used to tower above all others because of my unbridled force, now I sat in this damned chair, legs useless weights, arms losing strength day by day. Irony indeed was bitter. People feared my dominance; now they pitied me. I hated it. Hated them.My fists knotted, my nails digging into my palms. The pain anchored me in the now. It wasn't some random event that had happened. My body hadn't betrayed me of its own volition. There'd been a puppet master yanking on strings, and I knew full well who was on the other side of them.That afternoon, My assistant wheeled me into my office, her soft footfalls barely audible over the dull roar in my head. Now she treated me as if I were glass, her voice perpetually soft, and guarded, as if some wrong word might shatter me."Anything else for you, Mr. Lockwood?" she asked, honey dripping with pity from her tone. She jerked at the blanket on my lap
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 93: TOXIC ENCOUNTERS
TOM'S POVIt had started as no more than a whispered unease, a faint haze across my sight that cleaned itself a second later, and I'd been sure I'd just imagined it. But as days slid by, that haze grew darker, creeping into my mind, weaving itself into my body like a parasite.I sat in my office, staring down at the contract I'd spent the last hour trying to read; words on the page blurring and swimming before me until they finally dissolved into nonsense. Frustration prickled along my spine, and I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers into my temples. "Mr Lockwood?" I jerked my head up, to find my assistant, standing in the doorway with a look of concern."What?" I growled, sharper than I meant to, but I didn't care. There was just something wrong, off-the-charts disturbingly wrong-and I wasn't in the mood for questions.She stepped back, her hand releasing the door as she took a second to recompose herself. "You asked for the quarterly reports by this afternoon. I wanted to check to
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 92: FAMILY'S PEACE
Camilla'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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 91: CRACKS IN ALLIANCE
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 90. BREAKING POINT
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 89: Double Dealing
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 88. FIRE UNDERNEATH
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
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 87. REAL MONSTERS
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
