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When her father racks up an impossible debt to the Falcone crime family, Camilla becomes the payment. Sold off like property, she’s forced to marry Riccardo Falcone —a cold, calculating mafia boss known as The Devil of New York. But Camilla is no helpless victim. She’s fierce, smart, and determined to find a way out… even if that means taking down the man who owns her. But Riccardo didn’t expect to fall for the fire in her eyes. And Camilla didn’t expect to uncover the truth behind her father’s debt—or the secrets buried beneath Riccardo’s empire.
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The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Whisper
Riccardo knew when Camilla was hiding something.She didn’t flinch. Didn’t stammer. Didn’t give herself away in any obvious way.But her silence stretched longer. Her gaze was too precise. And she held her wine glass like a weapon instead of a comfort.By morning, he’d already dispatched two of his men to scan every CCTV feed from Pier 41, every phone signal in the area, every dock worker who hadn’t clocked in.She hadn’t told him where she’d gone last night—but he knew.She’d gone to face something that wasn’t meant to be faced alone.And that? That infuriated him.Still, when she entered the dining hall, dressed in ivory silk like nothing had happened, he said nothing. Just watched.Camilla met his gaze calmly.“We need to talk,” she said.“I’m listening.”She sat across from him, every movement deliberate.“I need more control.”His brow lifted. “You already have more control than anyone has ever dared ask me for.”“I need access, Riccardo. Not just a seat at your table. I want ful
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21The Mafia Protocol Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
Camilla didn’t believe in ghosts.Not the kind that drifted through walls or whispered through shadows.But the kind that wore familiar faces and walked back into your life when you were just starting to breathe again?Yeah. She believed in those.It started with a phone call.She found the burner phone in the drawer of her new desk, tucked away beneath stacks of contracts and security logs. It wasn’t hers. And it hadn’t rung in days.But today, it did.Once.Then again.And again.Three rings. No caller ID.She answered it on the fourth, already tense.“…Hello?”The voice on the other end froze her blood.“Still answering strange phones, Ari?”Her chest locked.It had been four years since she’d heard that voice—smooth, mocking, soaked in charm and poison.Elias.She didn’t speak right away. Her pulse thundered in her ears.“I guess you haven’t changed,” he said. “But then again, neither have I.”Her voice came out clipped. “What do you want?”“To see you, of course. Don’t worry—I’m
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21The Mafia Protocol The Queen’s Trial
The morning after their quiet wedding, Camilla woke to the sound of voices outside the bedroom door.She lay still for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the thick curtains. The bed was empty beside her. Riccardo was already gone.Of course he was.Marriage to him didn’t come with breakfast in bed or whispered promises. It came with war councils and cold strategy. And today, Camilla would be introduced to the battlefield.When she stepped into the hallway, Luca was waiting.He gave her a once-over and nodded approvingly. “You clean up well.”Camilla wore a sleek black pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her posture screamed control—even if she wasn’t sure she felt it.“Where is he?” she asked.“Downstairs. With the inner circle.”Her pulse spiked. She hadn’t met all of them yet—Riccardo’s closest allies, the men and women who held influence in every dark corner of the city. Most of them, she was sure, hated her already.She followed Luca t
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19The Mafia Protocol Terms and Conditions
Camilla didn’t sleep that night. She sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit grounds, her thoughts a tangled web of questions, doubts, and whispered what-ifs.Riccardo’s proposal was madness—but it was the kind of madness that made dangerous sense.Marriage. Power. Safety.But at what cost?By morning, the air felt heavier. The mansion moved like a beast waking from slumber—guards pacing, staff whispering, Luca watching. Always watching.By noon, Camilla made up her mind.If she was going to play this game, she was going to play it on her terms.She didn’t want safety. She wanted leverage.Riccardo was in the study when she entered. As always, he looked in control—seated behind a massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, fingers steepled. He didn’t look up when she walked in.“I take it you’ve come to accept the offer,” he said smoothly, without preamble.“I’ve come to negotiate,” Camilla replied.That made him glance up.There was a flicker of something in his eyes. Respect, ma
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18The Mafia Protocol The Offer
Camilla slammed the door behind her, the echo cracking through the hallway like thunder. Her hands were shaking, her breath short. Every inch of her screamed to fight, to scream, to tear something apart. But she forced herself to stay quiet. Rage would get her nowhere—not in Riccardo Falcone’s world.She needed a plan.Storming down the hallway, she passed staff who bowed their heads or averted their eyes, as though her presence was an unspoken stain on the perfection of this mansion. She was a guest here, yes—but a guest in a gilded cage.Back in her room, she paced like a trapped animal. Riccardo wanted her to break. That was the game, wasn’t it? Slowly wear her down until she accepted her fate. She refused to be another one of his possessions—another debt collected.A knock on her door made her freeze.“What now?” she muttered.Luca stepped in without waiting for a response. He held something in his hand—an envelope, sealed in deep red wax with the Falcone crest stamped on the fron
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18The Mafia Protocol A Dangerous Alliance
The door to her room clicked shut behind her with a soft but final sound. Camilla stood motionless for a moment, her heart still racing from the conversation with Riccardo. The weight of his words lingered in the air like smoke—thick and suffocating.The room was lavish, as expected, with a king-sized bed draped in dark velvet, an intricately carved wooden wardrobe, and an oversized desk with a leather chair. But it felt cold, unwelcoming. It was as though everything in the room, even the heavy curtains blocking out the natural light, was designed to isolate her. To make her feel as though she belonged nowhere.She walked to the window, pulling back the heavy curtains to look out at the sprawling mansion grounds. The view was breathtaking, the gardens stretching out beneath the starlit sky. But the beauty of it was lost on her. All she could think of was the cold, calculated man who had orchestrated all of this. The man who believed he had the right to decide her future.Camilla gritt
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18The Mafia Protocol Broken Trust
The car ride back to Riccardo’s mansion was silent. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating even. Camilla sat in the backseat, her mind racing as the city passed by outside the tinted windows. The events of the night replayed in her head, each moment sharper, more vivid than the last.Riccardo’s words echoed in her ears. You’re mine.The words felt like chains, and she could feel them tightening around her chest with each passing second. She had come to the docks, thinking she could find answers, thinking she could control her own fate. But now, she realized, she had no control at all. Riccardo had been right about one thing: she was already part of the game.And there was no escaping it.Luca sat in the passenger seat, his eyes forward, his posture stiff. He hadn’t spoken a word since they left the warehouse, and Camilla had no intention of speaking to him either. The whole thing—this entire situation—was beyond her comprehension. She had been thrown into a world of danger, man
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-16The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Game
Camilla’s pulse hammered in her chest, the weight of Riccardo’s gaze pressing down on her like a thousand pounds. Luca’s hand tightened around her throat, his grip unyielding, yet she could feel the tension in his muscles, like he was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for her to make her move.Riccardo stood there, calm, composed, as if everything was going according to plan. His eyes never left Camilla, the darkness in them unnerving.“You always did have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, didn’t you?” Riccardo’s voice was smooth, cold, almost mocking.Luca’s grip loosened slightly, but his posture didn’t shift. Camilla’s mind raced. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, but there was something more—an overwhelming sense of clarity. She was caught in the web of a game that had no rules. Riccardo wasn’t just a mafia boss; he was a man who saw everything, knew everything, and controlled everything around him.But that didn’t mean he controlled her.“Let me go,”
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-16The Mafia Protocol The Shadow’s Truth
The docks were quiet. Too quiet for comfort.Camilla stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse, the salty air of the ocean stinging her skin. The moon was barely a sliver in the sky, but it cast enough light to make the scene feel eerily surreal. The entire place felt like it had been abandoned by time, left to decay in silence. She could feel the weight of the night pressing in on her chest, each passing second heavy with the uncertainty of what was to come.She checked her watch. 10:03 p.m.No one was here.Her pulse quickened. Should she turn back? Should she wait a little longer? Riccardo had warned her—had told her in no uncertain terms that stepping out of line would have consequences.But this wasn’t about stepping out of line anymore. This was about survival. And if anyone had information about her father’s dealings, about Riccardo’s true motives, it was the mysterious figure who had sent her the message.She took a deep breath, walking closer to the warehouse. Her boots cl
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A Debt Paid In Flesh
The rain fell hard against the cracked windshield of Camilla’s beat-up sedan as she pulled into the gravel driveway of her father’s estate. A single dim light flickered above the front door, barely illuminating the ivy-covered walls of the old mansion. It looked abandoned—too quiet, too still. Her heart pounded as she stepped out of the car, high heels crunching over loose gravel. She hadn’t been here in months. Not since the last screaming match with her father. He’d begged her to stay away, told her things were getting dangerous. She hadn’t listened. She never did. Now he wasn’t answering her calls, and his assistant had left her a voicemail in the middle of the night. Come home. Urgently. No details. Just panic in her voice. Camilla shoved open the heavy door. It wasn’t locked. “Dad?” she called out, stepping inside. Silence. The house was too cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones—not from weather, but from something wrong. Lights were off in the foyer,...
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