All Chapters of My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. How did it end up like this? ******************* Carrie's POV What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch? I don’t know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge. My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night—the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it’ll never let me forget. Surviving the streets

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

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

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, speaking