All Chapters of Darkest Love: Defying The Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CamilleIn my short twenty years of life, I'd only ever had three years of true friendship – with Matthew and Gabriel.Before that, because of my father's terrible reputation, I was always ostracized by the other kids. They'd laugh and call me "the drunkard's daughter," and because my mother was so beautiful, I was labeled "a vixen's cub."They didn’t stop teasing and bullying me; no one wanted to play with me.As a result, I was lonely from a young age, and gradually became withdrawn.But Matthew was good to me. He'd talk to me about all sorts of things and give me treats. He genuinely considered me a friend… Though later, it seemed he saw me as something more, maybe even a girlfriend, which I could never dare to accept.As for Gabriel, though he was always cold towards me, he wasn't really a bad guy.It wasn't until Mrs. Bennett passed away that he started having guys bully me at school. But even then, I didn't feel any resentment towards him.That brief period of friendship was a p

CamilleOn the way back, Gabriel said nothing. The sports car roared through the night streets, with the streetlights streaking past in a blur. I clutched the door handle tightly, my face turning pale with every sharp turn and daring swerve he executed.Finally, he slammed on the brakes and pulled up at Bennett estate. In a soft voice, I murmured, “Thank you for saving me—and for bringing me home. Goodnight.”To my shock, he didn’t wait for me to follow suit. Instead, he stepped out and strode straight into the house. I stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief.He glanced back at me as though I were an oddity. “What? Can’t I come home to my own place?” he teased.“Of course you can… The maids clean every day… Everything’s just as it always was…”He cut me off, disappearing into the mansion.It had been six years since he’d last stayed here.Not wanting the maids to witness my embarrassment, I quickly slipped back to my room.Harrison wasn’t home. He rarely was, spending most of his time

CamilleThe next morning at breakfast, I stepped into the dining room to find Gabriel already seated.Me, the daughter of a maid, had no place at the dining table.It felt awkward either way.I offered a polite greeting before choosing a seat at the far end, eyes cast downward, waiting silently for the maid to serve my meal.Gabriel ate slowly and deliberately, not bothering to acknowledge me or start a conversation.When the maids laid out the breakfast before me, I couldn't help but notice that today's fare seemed to lack its usual appeal.At that moment, the maids bowed courteously to one side."Good morning, sir."I turned in surprise to see Harrison entering the room. Startled, the fork in my hand clinked sharply against my plate."Good morning, Mr. Bennett… You're… back?" I managed, tightening my grip on the fork.When had he returned? Had he overheard our voices from last night? My heart nearly burst out of my chest.Seeing his son, Harrison calmly asked, "What made you decide

CamilleI screamed and pounded on the door with all my strength. The thick oak barely even shuddered. Gabriel was already gone.I fell silent, scanning the room. It wasn’t large—likely a storage room. More importantly, there were no windows.So, from the very beginning, Gabriel had never intended to let me join the mission.Damn it!Since I couldn't leave, there was no point wasting energy. I sat on the floor, slowly scanning the room.It was cluttered with odds and ends, coated in a thin layer of dust, suggesting it was rarely cleaned.Curiosity piqued, I began to rummage through the mess, unearthing an old box tucked beneath a pile of junk.My heart skipped a beat as I opened it, guessing what I'd find inside.It was rude to snoop, but considering he'd locked me in here, I figured a peek at his photos evened the score.Lifting the lid, I found a few photo albums stacked neatly inside.A faint trace of dust drifted into the air as I opened the first one. Page by page, images of Mrs.

CamilleGabriel spoke with his usual nonchalance. "Someone must have leaked information. We got ambushed halfway.""You didn't fight back? Were all the men you brought useless?"Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I didn't?"I quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Mr. Bennett, it happened so fast last night. Gabriel was injured... because of me. I slowed him down. I'm willing to take the punishment.""Injured?" Harrison's tone was cold, devoid of any real concern. "Where?"Gabriel stepped forward, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it slightly off his shoulder, revealing the bandages.Fresh blood had already seeped through the pristine white gauze—this wound was real.Harrison was a man who trusted only what he could see. Without evidence, he would never believe a word.He gave the injury a glance and nodded."You messed up this time. Do you have any idea how much we lost?" Harrison’s voice was heavy with anger. "But since you're hurt, I'll let it slide. Camille, stay here.