All Chapters of Blood and Buttercream: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

They stole glances at each other as they dined. The spicy aroma of the rice and seafood on their white dishes danced in the stuffy air between them. The room was stuffy with silence save the clinking sound of the fork against the dish as they all ate. Except Ruby.Her fork turned and twirled on her food but seemed to have forgotten the way to her mouth. The flush of her face mirrored the orange prawn that stared back at her from her plate. The creature seemed scared by the determined set of her jaw that looked as though it could creak at how hard she grinded them against each other.She, from time to time, pointed red-rimmed eyes at Alessandro sitting directly opposite her across the white embroidered linen tablecloth on the table.While Alessandro chewed his lobster from one end of his cheek to the other like someone without a single care in the world, after which he washed it down to his belly with a chilled glass of wine. Here is someone expected to feel remorse for the beauty sitt

Judging from the resolve in her narrowed eyes, he figured that going round in circles wouldn't help him get away, so he confessed, "I inherited a lot of businesses. I own casinos, hotels, real estate, and various other businesses,” he folded his hands across his chest.“Yet you don't seem to attend to any of them these days.” Camilla reasoned, and Alessandro swallowed hard; his facial expression slipped, and his smile upturned before he reined himself in, throwing on an indifferent facade.“I'm healing from a gunshot, remember?” Alessandro raised his left brow in question. “And by the way, I have competent managers that manage my businesses and report directly to me. I usually have lunch with them every week for updates on the business's progress, but since the attack, I have to stay indoors.” Alessandro explained.“Is that so?” Camilla asked in a contemplative tone, “Why do you have so many bodyguards following you around everywhere you go?”Alessandro shrugged, “To protect me from t

Camilla's face flushed in embarrassment when she noticed her clothes soaked in her urine. Desperately, she prayed for the floor to open and swallow her whole. She wished for a rewind, but unfortunately for her, this was reality, and there was no do-over.Alessandro groped on his cabinet for the remote. When he felt it. He clutched it and put the light on. He gasped when he saw Camilla on the floor amidst glinting shards of glass. He threw off the duvet and scampered out of bed, barefoot.Camilla raised her hands at him, palm out. “Please, don't come any closer; you will hurt yourself,” she warned, but Alessandro turned a deaf ear to her. He tiptoed to her as the sharp, acrid tang stung his nostrils, a stark contrast to the sweet floral scent of his air freshener. The stench seemed to grow stronger as he approached her.“Please don't come any closer,” she all but begged, and Alessandro stopped in his tracks and watched as she attempted to stand on her feet.She tried to stand on

"What! No way!” she gasped, despite the butterflies that fluttered in her belly. “Why would you go that far? I thought we were just business colleagues. Why do you want to kiss me?” Camilla asked, staring into his eyes for clues.“Yeah, we are partners, but is it wrong to just want to kiss a business partner?” Alessandro asked, looking back at her with an unreadable face.“Yes, it is wrong for business partners to kiss,” Camilla stated. Contradicting what the small voice in her head was whispering. The small voice that won't mind their lips getting again and again.“What is wrong?”“I don't mix business with pleasure,” Camilla said, yanking the bridle that restricted her lips from curling into a smile, and Alessandro smirked at her.“Well, this is not business, and neither are we in a business setting. Remember, you promised to do it. I didn't force you to promise.”“You didn't force me to promise, but I didn't know you would go this far," she explained.“Doesn't matter. A promise i

When Alessandro entered the duplex's backyard, he saw most of his men working out in the large gym in the backyard.The stench of their sweating bodies reached his nose, and he wiped his nose with his handkerchief; his lips curled to a small smile. The clanging of the metal weight lifts was music to his ears.Just maybe he still stood a chance against the bloody axe mafia. His eyes scanned the backyard. It's been a while since he came here. The last time he was there, he was preparing for a war with the now impoverished Leones. He had utterly pulverised them. He had sent them to the slums. He planned to do the same to these people, but they were not the same. The Donatellos have external help: ninjas. They were undefeated like he was. He didn't know exactly what to expect.He had made sure to eliminate moles that could give away his next move to his dangerous opponents.That's why the backyard was built in such a way that those in the main mansion couldn't see what was going on ther