Third person's POV:Camelia was crying inside the hospital cabin. A few minutes after Lucifer exited, Laura entered the cabin.
"Camelia? Are you alright?" Laura went to her.
"No. I am not. Laura you know what the hardest thing is? The hardest thing is to hate the person you love so much." Camelia cried.
Ten hours later,Lucifer's POV:"Fuckkkkk!"My head was paining like a motherfucker.I opened my eyes and found myself on the bed.Last thing I could remember that I was drinking vodka on the floor.Who the fuck brought me on the bed?Who dared to touch me without my consent?The fucker was going to die."Are you awake? Or would you like to drink some more?"I heard my preciosa, she was sitting beside me and taunting me shaking an empty vodka bottle.I was imagining her again. I shook my head to brush off the drunken haze. I needed to piss too. I groaned, I must have drunk like a dead last night."Why aren’t you talking to me?" I heard my preciosa again. I was imagining her everywhere, every time."It's ME! I AM FUCKING REAL! SITTING HERE DAMNIT!" Sud
The next day, Third Person’s POV:Camelia woke up the next day, and she felt herself wrapped in someone's arm. It felt so familiar, so intimate.She opened her eyes and found herself in Lucifer's arms. Yesterday, she passed out due to stress and couldn’t finish their conversation.Feeling disappointed, she decided to leave. But Lucifer's arm kept her caged in his chest. Camelia tried to untangle herself but couldn’t.Lucifer woke up from her continuous attempts."You woke up, preciosa? How are you feeling?" Lucifer asked as he tried to sit up."Leave me first." Camelia said. Luci
EpilogueThree anda halfyears later, Camelia's POV:I met Lucifer four years ago. It wasn’t any romantic encounter.
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Mafia King's Unbridled LoveCamelia's POV:When I woke up it was almost noon. But I was still lying on the bed. I couldn't get up. "Mam, you should get up and have something." One of the maids entered the room. She untied my wrists. Her name was Flora.I moaned in pain when I tried to turn on my back. "Ahhh." I winced. "Mam, careful!" Flora cautioned. I sat up on my butt, a sharp pain shot between my legs. Even though she was just a maid, she was extra sympathetic to me.I forgot when I passed out. But sensing the pain all over my body, I think he didn't stop even after I lost consciousness. He had his way with my unconscious body. My ripped clothes were lying on the floor scattered. I was sitting naked in front of a maid. I gave up on my shame a long ago. "Pl
Lucifer's POV: "Fuck!" "Derek the piece of shit! How dared he!" I screamed. I knocked down the chair with a kick. I clenched my jaw so hard my gum hurt. My blood was boiling and everything before my eyes, I saw red. Anger wouldn't dissipate until I that bastard kill him with my bare hands. One of my drug cartels was blown away. Derek Dawson was behind it. I always knew that he would try something like this. Dawson family couldn't accept their defeat. Twenty years ago, my father destroyed Dawsons and flourished our Martinez Mafia legacy. After I took over, everything changed. I strengthened his empire to the point that we became filthy rich. I was way crueler than my father. Drug, weapon, money laundering- I left no way of earning. Whatever gave me profit, I did. But I was not into organ dealing or human trafficking. I was cruel, I was vulgar but I had my own code of morals set. The thing I value most is commitment. Whether it's to you or myself, I preferred dying than lettin
Lucifer's POV:"Don't tell me you killed her?" I questioned skeptically. "Um. No, boss. She kinda became strange, then pissed herself and fainted. I think we need to see her a doctor." She said. It was an extra headache. But I needed information. "Okay. Call Tris for now and let her check if anything is wrong with her and treat her if needed." I ordered. "Okay, boss." Cindy replied.Tris was another female workers of mine. She had a medical degree but chose this profession after she killed the professor who tried to rape her. "How is everything going? Have you found new strippers?" I asked, Eddy, the manager of this club. "Boss, going very good. People are spending money here on the strippers like it's paper. But one problem-" "What?" "I have noticed two rich guys coming
Lucifer's POV:Am I breaking someone who is already broken?I didn't know what came over me. I did take two most stupid decision ever. "Uncuff her," I ordered. Tris quickly uncuffed her wrist. Walking to her bed, I bent down and scooped her in my arms. Tris's eyes widened but she kept her mouth shut. I didn't need to give anyone any explanation. My word was the law in my world, I was the God here. I walked out of the shitty warehouse, carrying her and reached the garage. I opened my car door with the remote control key and placed the fragile girl on the seat. Her unconscious body was swaying, so I strapped the seat belt over her. Hopping on the driver's seat, I drove away to my house. After reaching my mansion, I opened the door and headed inside, taking the little thing in my arms. It was the