บททั้งหมดของ Darkest Love: Defying The Mafia King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CamilleHere I stood, outside the door of Noir Seduction's most lavish suite, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. My hand hovered over the handle, unsure how to present myself.Inside was Gabriel, son of my boss, Harrison Bennett, and heir to the city's most powerful Mafia family.It had been six years since I'd last seen him.I knew he'd gladly see me dead, yet here I was, on assignment to bring him home.I'd rehearsed this moment countless times in my head, but as my hand closed around the cool metal of the handle, I hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally knocked.The door swung inward, revealing a dimly lit room thick with smoke, the mingled scents of tobacco and expensive liquor. The music pulsed, loud enough to drown out the shouts and laughter, the clinking glasses, the occasional moan of pleasure that drifted from the shadows.My eyes found Gabriel in an instant.Reclining against the plush leather couch, head tilted back, eyes shut, he looked utterly at ease. His l

Gabriel's movements froze, his face contorting with rage.He stood, meticulously wiping his fingers with a wet wipe, his expression smoothing into a chilling calm."But you're wet." His dark eyes boring into me, making my face burn."Get out," he hissed, the words barely audible yet sending a shiver down my spine.I was speechless, only managing to silently straighten my clothes. The buttons on my shirt were mostly torn off, leaving only one intact. I knotted the bottom of the shirt, making it somewhat presentable. But the front gaped open, revealing my black lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover myself."Your father gave me an hour to bring you home. We have forty minutes left," I stated, my tone professional."That's your job, not mine," he retorted, sinking back into the sofa. His pants were still unzipped, the white fabric of his shorts straining against the prominent bulge beneath.I knew he was doing it on purpose, humiliating me.But tim

CamilleThe Bennetts were once an enviably happy family.Mr. Bennett was a renowned entrepreneur, Mrs. Bennett a picture of gentle beauty. And their two sons, Gabriel and Matthew, had enjoyed lives of privilege since childhood, both strikingly handsome. Girls would steal glances as they passed, some even daring to approach them.When my mother and I first arrived at the Bennett estate, we were housed with the other staff in a bungalow at the back. My mother took care of the animals in the yard, and I often helped with the feeding – a few alpacas, some horses, and several lambs.They were Matthew's pride and joy. He spent nearly every day in the yard, playing with them. I was in charge of feeding, cleaning, and bathing them. Matthew and I grew closer soon.He was nothing like Gabriel. Gabriel was aloof, with a hint of world-weariness, while Matthew was warm and friendly, always talkative. He could spend hours in the yard with his animals... and me.At Matthew's urging, Mr. Bennett gene

CamilleMy heart died, cold and empty.For a long moment, I couldn't feel a single beating.Gabriel watched me, his eyes filled with an innocent, almost cherubic smile.The man sitting before me wasn't the ruthless, decisive Bennett scion of whispered legend, but the handsome, boyish Gabriel I used to know.I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I asked, "So… what are you trying to say?"Gabriel blinked, the innocent smile vanishing, his eyes replaced by a dark, unfathomable depth."What do you think?"I felt like he were dissecting me, peeling me open, exposing every organ for display.In his presence, I had no secrets left.I lowered my head, the words catching in my throat as I managed, "I'm sorry, about yesterday… I lied. But…""But you weren't willing? The old man forced himself on you? Hmm, that's what a lot of women would say."I was speechless, unable to form a rebuttal. I could only stare at the ground, focusing on a single point just inches in front of my shoes.I had been

CamilleI fled from Gabriel's office, a desperate retreat, and locked myself in my own. I drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and shut myself away in darkness.Curled up on the sofa, I hugged my knees and let the tears fall.I had stepped into this new phase of my life with hope today, only to find myself still trapped in the shadows of the past.Why did Gabriel still keep that tie clip? Was it a constant reminder of his hatred for me?Back when Matthew died, Gabriel arranged to study abroad. I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving—I wanted to give him something to remember me by.But I barely had any pocket money. A rich boy like him lacked nothing.Still, I had scoured a jewelry store and finally picked out a tie clip that I could just about afford. But… I didn't have enough money.So, I made a deal with the housemaids—I spent a whole week doing their heaviest, filthiest chores to earn the rest.I still remember my swollen, burning hands clutching a handful of crumpled bi