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Chapter 42

Author: Hewrite
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-30 10:11:34

~ANYA POV~

My hand is trembling so badly that the gun keeps shaking in it. I can barely breathe as I stare at the man lying on the ground, bleeding, whimpering. My eyes burn from the tears that won't stop falling. I turn to look at César, silently begging him not to make me do this.

"Please..." I whisper through my sobs. "Please, don't make me...."

But his eyes are cold. There's no softness there, no pity, nothing human, "Traitors," he says slowly, his voice low but sharp, "Deserves to die, mi amor. And you are going to kill him."

I stumble back, shaking my head. "No-...no, I can't. I can't!" My voice cracks. "I'm not like you!"

I bump into his chest, and his arms close around me like steel. I struggle, pounding my fists weakly on him, but he doesn't move an inch. His breath is hot against my ear when he whispers, "You can. You will."

I cry harder, shaking my head again and again. "You're a monster!" I scream, the words tearing from my throat like glass. "¡Eres un monstruo! ¡El infier
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    ~ANYA POV~When I open my eyes again, everything is quiet. Too quiet.I blink slowly, my vision hazy. I'm in César's room. I recognize the scent of him, the faint smell of his cologne mixed with smoke and something darker. The sheets are soft beneath me, warm, almost comforting. For a second, I forget.But then I see him.A man. Standing with his back to me. He's dressed in a guard's uniform, the same black and black uniform César's men wear.My heart starts to pound fast.What is a guard doing in here? César never allows anyone in his room except me and the maids who clean. I sit up slowly, my legs shaky as I swing them off the bed. "Hey..." I whisper, my voice hoarse. "What are you doing here?"He doesn't answer. He doesn't even move. His shoulders are stiff.I frown. "Hello?"He makes a sound, a whisper, maybe. I held my breath, listening."Monster... monster... killer... killer..." The words come out broken, muttered over and over. My throat goes dry."W-what did you say?" He tur

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 42

    ~ANYA POV~My hand is trembling so badly that the gun keeps shaking in it. I can barely breathe as I stare at the man lying on the ground, bleeding, whimpering. My eyes burn from the tears that won't stop falling. I turn to look at César, silently begging him not to make me do this."Please..." I whisper through my sobs. "Please, don't make me...."But his eyes are cold. There's no softness there, no pity, nothing human, "Traitors," he says slowly, his voice low but sharp, "Deserves to die, mi amor. And you are going to kill him."I stumble back, shaking my head. "No-...no, I can't. I can't!" My voice cracks. "I'm not like you!"I bump into his chest, and his arms close around me like steel. I struggle, pounding my fists weakly on him, but he doesn't move an inch. His breath is hot against my ear when he whispers, "You can. You will."I cry harder, shaking my head again and again. "You're a monster!" I scream, the words tearing from my throat like glass. "¡Eres un monstruo! ¡El infier

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 41

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