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**C100 – TWO WEEKS OF SILENCE.**
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THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE **C100 – TWO WEEKS OF SILENCE.**
**C100 – TWO WEEKS OF SILENCE.***Two weeks later.*The days had dragged on like a curse. Two weeks since Stefan left without a word. Two weeks of calls that were never answered, of messages left floating in the void. Camille checked her phone for the hundredth time and got the same result: nothing.Stefan's men—always present but distant—avoided her gaze, and none of them gave her answers. Just polite evasions that left her with more questions. Anxiety was consuming her from the inside, like a slow fire that wouldn't go out.Then she saw him. One of Stefan's most trusted men walked out of the study with certain documents under his arm—and Camille didn't think twice."Where is he?" Her voice came out louder than she intended—almost a shout.The man tensed and lowered his head as if he'd made a mistake."The boss is with his father, ma'am. With strict orders. No one is to disturb him."Camille blinked, as if the words didn't fit."What? But… how? Why?""I'm sorry, ma'am. That's all I c
THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE **C99 – FIVE PREGNANCY TESTS.**
**C99 – FIVE PREGNANCY TESTS.**The boutique was a hidden gem on one of the most elegant streets in Paris—wide display windows and delicate hanging lamps that softly illuminated every corner. Inside the fitting room, Camille stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a wedding dress with a simple cut but a subtle, enchanting beauty.The lace hugged her figure, and the ivory tone enhanced the natural glow of her skin. For a moment, she didn't recognize herself. It was her… but different.Stronger. More alive. More in love."It looks beautiful on you, *mademoiselle* (miss)," the saleswoman said with a smile. "It's as if it were made for you. It brings out the best in you without effort."Camille smiled, a little flushed—her fingers sliding over the lace in a soft caress."Thank you… but I'd like to see other models too," she replied kindly.The woman nodded immediately."Of course. I'll go get them right now."As the saleswoman walked away, Camille looked at herself again. A month had pas
THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE C98 — BLOOD, LOVE, AND TORMENT
C98 — BLOOD, LOVE, AND TORMENTThe door flew open and Stefan filled the frame, soaked through, his dark clothes stuck to his body and stained red. He came in hard. His breathing was heavy.Camille froze, arms locked around her silk robe.“It’s not my blood,” he growled.She understood at once. The judge was dead.The news didn’t come in words. It came in the wild look in Stefan’s eyes, in the stains covering his hands. A bittersweet relief cut through her, then a shiver. He had done it for her, and that scared her almost as much as it turned her on.She swallowed.She knew what it meant.No one else would touch her.No one else would force her to smile, to endure, to pretend.But the man in front of her wasn’t only her savior. He was a monster. And he wanted her for himself.Before she could move, Stefan grabbed her by the waist, his bloodied fingers sinking into the white fabric.“No one else,” he snarled against her mouth before he devoured her. “No one else is gonna hurt you, beaut
THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE **C97 – WAIT FOR ME AWAKE.**
**C97 – WAIT FOR ME AWAKE.**The warehouse smelled of rusted metal and cold sweat.The chains rattled with every jerk of the judge's body—muscles taut, tendons on the verge of snapping. Another electric shock tore through him, ripping a scream from his throat. The skin on his torso was raw, marked with red and black lines where the current had burned him.Stefan's footsteps echoed in the silence.The judge barely managed to lift his head—his vision blurred by pain—but he recognized the man's silhouette immediately: dark blue shirt, unbuttoned enough to reveal a dull gold chain, black pants impeccably cut, falling over Italian shoes.Everything about him exuded luxury, power… and calculated cruelty."Enough," Stefan ordered, without raising his voice.The man handling the wires stepped back instantly, as if his strings had been cut—leaving the judge breathing hard, mouth full of blood, chest rising and falling in spasms.Stefan approached, hands in his pockets, gaze cold."Do you like
THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE **C96 – IT WAS HER.**
**C96 – IT WAS HER.**The air in the safe room felt thicker with every passing minute.Lucy sat on the floor, her back against the wall, hugging her legs to her chest. She'd been like that for hours—biting her nails down to the flesh, shifting from one side to the other, tangling her fingers in her hair without realizing it. The security system's clock kept marking the seconds in silence.*Tick. Tick. Tick.*And Eros wasn't coming back.She knew where he'd gone. She'd watched him leave with that impenetrable expression—jaw tight, eyes dark as the bottom of a well. He was going to face Ezra…Her husband. Her past. Her mistake.She covered her face with her hands, feeling the weight of everything on her chest.There was pain. Fear. Guilt.But above all… there was that unbearable anguish of not knowing what had happened. What Ezra had done—and what Eros had been forced to do because of her. Because if she knew him, if she understood him the way she believed she did… Eros wasn't leaving t
THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE **C95 – BACK TO HER.**
**C95 – BACK TO HER.**Eros slammed him against the stone one more time and struck his face with all his strength—again and again. Ezra gasped, blood dripping from his lip, the laugh still vibrating in his chest. Eros had him trapped between the tombstones—his fists hot from the blows, his heart pounding with fury and anguish at the same time. But in a quick twist, Ezra shoved him with a grunt, threw him to the ground, and rolled toward where his gun had fallen."I'm going to fill your body with holes, brother!" He got up and aimed. "Give my regards to our parents!"Ezra smiled—covered in dirt, blood, and hatred—his fingers barely grazing the trigger—when a thunderclap cut through the air.Eros's shot was clean and precise. The bullet tore through his left shoulder, ripping a roar from him—the gun flew from his hands. He staggered backward, bleeding. He got to his feet, breathing hard, took two steps toward his brother—and the second shot hit his leg.Ezra screamed, falling to his kne
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