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Chapter 67

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last update Last Updated: 2026-01-10 01:29:41

Galvin’s POV

Every man cheats.

That’s just how the world works. Men want more. Women expect too much. It’s been like that forever.

But Delia?

She didn’t just cry and leave like a normal woman.

She destroyed me.

I scrubbed the marble floor outside the executive offices, bleach burning my nose, my back aching as the mop dragged across the tiles. Every swipe felt like a reminder of how far I’d fallen. From tailored suits and corner offices to gloves that stank of chemicals and a uniform people pretended not to see.

All because she ran crying to Leandro Cavalli.

How the hell did she even get his attention? A man like him didn’t look twice at women like her unless they were offering something.

I clenched my jaw.

She had no right.

Yes, I cheated. So what? That didn’t give her permission to ruin my career. It didn’t give her the right to whisper into the ears of powerful men and watch my life burn.

I used to walk these halls like I owned them.

Now security barely looked at me unless they tho
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  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 68

    LeandroThe house was quiet like a beast asleep, quiet, loyal, waiting for my command.That’s how I liked it. Controlled. Disciplined. Every shadow knew who it belonged to, every sound knew who ruled this ground. I stood by the tall windows of my study, one hand resting on the cold glass, watching the iron gates below as they slid shut. The sound was heavy, final like a coffin closing.No one came in without my word and no one left without my mercy.The fire was burning quietly behind me, making a soft crackling sound. The smell of leather and smoke filled the air. It reminded me of power and control. I'd just poured myself a drink of bourbon, no ice. But I hadn't drunk it yet. Something in the room had changed. I could feel it.Matteo was coming.He didn’t knock. Not when it mattered.The door opened and closed with quiet precision, the kind of silence that came from years of practice. Matteo walked in like he belonged there because he did. My right hand. My shadow. His suit was s

  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 67

    Galvin’s POVEvery man cheats.That’s just how the world works. Men want more. Women expect too much. It’s been like that forever.But Delia?She didn’t just cry and leave like a normal woman.She destroyed me.I scrubbed the marble floor outside the executive offices, bleach burning my nose, my back aching as the mop dragged across the tiles. Every swipe felt like a reminder of how far I’d fallen. From tailored suits and corner offices to gloves that stank of chemicals and a uniform people pretended not to see.All because she ran crying to Leandro Cavalli.How the hell did she even get his attention? A man like him didn’t look twice at women like her unless they were offering something.I clenched my jaw.She had no right.Yes, I cheated. So what? That didn’t give her permission to ruin my career. It didn’t give her the right to whisper into the ears of powerful men and watch my life burn.I used to walk these halls like I owned them.Now security barely looked at me unless they tho

  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 66

    Leandro’s POV The engine idled while the café sat across the street, unchanged and waiting. Doughboy Café. Same sign. Same fogged windows. Same place where bad ideas once felt like destiny. Matteo didn’t get out of the car right away. Neither did I. He glanced at the café, then back at me. “You sure this isn’t a setup, Boss?” I adjusted my cufflinks, calm. “Everything’s a setup.” “She could’ve lured you here,” he said. “Public place. Crowds. Easy to hide a gun. Or a knife. Or someone waiting outside.” “If she wanted me dead,” I said, “she’d have tried harder.” Matteo frowned. “Still Boss, she knows your habits. Know your face. Know your past.” “That’s why she’s sitting in there alone,” I replied. “She thinks history protects her.” Matteo lowered his voice. “And if it’s a trap, Boss?” I finally looked at him. “Then we clear the board.” He straightened. “How many men do you want, Boss?” “Double,” I said. “Inside and out. Sweep the alley, the rooftops, the back rooms. Any

  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 65

    Leandro’s POVThe city passed in streaks of gold and shadow as the car cut through the night.Marco didn’t speak.None of my men did.They could feel the shift. The moment something personal crossed into my world and became a problem that required erasure.I loosened my cufflinks slowly.“Double the security rotation,”I said at last. “Starting tonight.”Marco glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Around the house?”“Around her,” I corrected.His jaw tightened. “Understood.”“Anyone who’s asked questions recently,” I continued. “Anyone who’s watched too closely. I want names.”“We already have a short list.”“Make it shorter.”“Yes, boss.”The car slowed as we approached the gates. The iron doors parted smoothly, welcoming us into territory I owned down to the soil.Home.But tonight, it didn’t feel like it.I exited the car without waiting for the door to be fully opened and headed inside. The house staff froze briefly before resuming their movements trained, quiet, invisible.

  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 64

    Leandro’s POVI didn’t look back after I closed Delia’s office door.If I had, I would’ve lost control.That single second of hesitation the way her voice cracked when she asked about the words I used was already more than I could afford. Feelings were leveraged. And leverage got people killed.I adjusted my cufflinks as I walked down the corridor, face set back into stone. The guards fell into step behind me without a word. They’d seen that look before.It meant business.Outside, the engine of my car was already running. Marco opened the door, eyes flicking to my face.“Where to, boss?”“The Belvedere,” I said. “Private room.”Marco nodded once. No questions.As the car pulled away from the building, I leaned back against the leather seat and closed my eyes briefly.Camilla’s voice echoed faintly in my head.You think she’ll stay? He’ll break you just like he did me.I pushed the thought aside.I had more pressing matters.The politician had been persistent. Too persistent. Men like

  • Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.   Chapter 63

    DeliaThe door swung open.Leandro stepped in.The room seemed to tighten around him instantly, like the air itself recognized his presence. He wore a dark suit, jacket unbuttoned, expression carved from stone. His eyes swept the room in one sharp glance taking in the overturned tension, the faint red mark on my cheek, Camilla sitting far too comfortably behind my desk.Camilla rose immediately.Her entire demeanor changed in a heartbeat.“Leandro,” she purred, moving toward him with practiced confidence. “There you are.”She slipped into his space and wrapped her arms around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers slid over his shoulders, her body pressing close.I didn’t move.Didn’t breathe.Camilla turned her head slightly, still clinging to him, and glanced back at me with a victorious smile.“You should tell her to leave,” she said sweetly. “This office belongs to me.”Leandro didn’t return the embrace.Slowly deliberately he removed her arms from hi

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