All Chapters of The Mafia’s Temporary Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A gasp shot out of Camilla’s lips. It was loud enough for Papa to hear. He turned to her, her phone in his hand. Forcing a smile to her face, she bridged the gap and stretched her hand for the phone. It had no password. She hadn’t thought she needed one because no one ever touched it. Not Doris. Not Alek.“My phone please?” Papa stared at Camilla for longer than she thought necessary. His eyes darted back to the phone, and he dropped it on her palm. “Spasibo,” she whispered and hurried towards their room. Away from Papa’s eyes, she stopped to check her phone. There was a missed call from Alek and two messages. He was home. In his office now. She exhaled in relief, her heart pumping too fast as she started towards his office. Knocking once, Camilla opened the door without an invitation. The encounter with Papa had disoriented her, and she needed a familiar face to calm her. Alek look

Two fucked up things had happened within a short span. One, Camilla called Maksim babe. Two, he told her he liked her. It was a slipup. He could bet that was the same case with his wife but would never ask to confirm. Their relationship had changed since he uttered those three words. Sex only made it better. So, so, so, much better because they weren’t only fucking for the sake of getting her pregnant, but because they loved it. But he couldn’t be distracted. What did Papa want from his wife? The incident Camilla relayed to him played in his head. What did it matter if Camilla loved him or not? Since when did love matter to The Sinners Men? He scratched his head, trying and failing to figure out the link between Papa’s question and the proposal his father made to him. Papa still dangled the position in front of him. But he wasn’t ready to marry Kira, neither did he intend to inform Camilla that she was in the way of him getting the d

Maksim watched his wife dress up. He was all done with his clothes, minus his tie. Camilla was quiet. She had been since he ignored her question yesterday. She wasn’t ignoring him. Oh, she replied to all his questions, which was beginning to bug him.Were they okay, or was this some unknown ploy to guilt him into talking to her? The truth was, he didn’t have an answer to that question. He also didn’t know why he uttered those three words. How could he tell her he didn’t know what it meant to like someone? She wouldn’t believe him, but that was the truth? It was also too risky for men like him to have feelings.“Do you need help with your tie?” Camilla asked. Her voice broke him out of his reverie. He stared at the loose tie hanging from his neck and nodded. She crossed the gap, lowering herself to the bed so she could fix it. “Is everything okay with you?”“Yes,” Maksim said. But he c

Alek was gone. Camilla was missing him, maybe more than she had missed any of her siblings since she came here. Training had happened normally at dawn, followed by a quick breakfast with both of them. Loneliness hit her hard, but going to the hammock without Alek felt wrong. So now she was in their room, skimming through the notes she had taken during her Russian classes with Doris. It was always random because of the housekeeper’s schedule.A sigh escaped her. She tossed the book to the bed and tugged her dress down her shoulder to reveal skin. Pictures were one of her favourite pastimes, and she had taken none since she got here. Settling on the seat before the mirror, she placed her phone against it and leaned in for a pose. Camilla’s cell beeped, and she chortled. Her husband had texted her. She dragged the notification bar to view the message. Alek: Just arrived. How are you?She didn’t reply instantly. Biti

“Because you too have something to lose,” Doris said, her smile too big. Camilla had no doubts the woman loved Alek. But she was uncomfortable discussing poisons, death, and sex with her. “You really like the boy.” Camilla blushed. “I don’t think so.” “Don’t worry. He likes you too.”“Not true.” She asked him then, and he never replied.Doris spread her hand around the room with a sneer. “You think he build this for fancy? Mr Mak build it because he like you too.” Leaning back against the couch, she folded her arms on her chest. “He’s just being nice.” “You call him Alek, Madam Camilla,” the housekeeper reminded her. Because the man requested it. “Only you call him Alek.” “That’s what he told me to call him,” Camilla grumbled. “It’s nothin