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24: Welcome (II)
Now naked, Camilla watched Doris fill the tub with water for her. They didn’t speak. She expected the woman to leave, but she reclined against the counter and hummed. Her not-so-silent presence didn’t make Camilla uncomfortable. The housekeeper was the only person in this place she liked.
“I no talk to him again until he say sorry.”
Camilla smiled. “He won’t. Don’t worry.”
“He will,” Doris replied.
Maybe Doris knew Alek more than she did, but the housekeeper hadn’t witnessed him assault her or lock her inside the closet.
“Are you okay?” Camilla whispered. “I’m sorry I pushed you. It was an accident.”
“I feel good. Like brand new.”
Camilla laughed, and Doris came closer with a towel for her to dry her body.
“I’m your side,” the older lady whispered.
“You ar
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The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 25: Happy married life
Maksim was ready to leave for the church when Doris barged into his room. He rolled his eyes as she paused at the doorframe and placed both hands on her waist. She had to remember she wasn’t his mother, and he wasn’t the naïve kid of many years ago.Struggling with his tie, Maksim ignored the housekeeper. Doris scoffed and crossed the distance to help him with the tie. Vanya confined her to bedrest, but the stubborn woman was off the bed the moment he told her he would assign Inna to his wife-to-be.“What you do to her?” she started, knotting his tie. He tried to grab it from her, but she scowled. “Why she hide under the bed?”“How am I supposed to know?”“That pretty woman,” Doris continued. Maksim’s lips twitched. Yes, Camilla was pretty, but her beauty meant nothing if she never listened to him. “She do nothing to you.”Maksim snatched his
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 26: Push him out
Camilla processed the information between this Kira girl and her husband with a frigid smile hidden by her glass. She had never loved being an actress as much as she did now. It came in too handy, particularly for moments like this one. Her cool exterior, while internally brimming with anger, was award worthy. Why did he bring the girl here? What happened to the ‘happy facade?What did Kira mean by Papa invited her? The father of the groom hadn’t introduced himself to her, but she had spotted him at the church with a nasty scowl that made her shiver from the memory. If she forgot anything about that man, she wouldn’t forget the jagged scar on his temple. Scars seemed to be something common here.A server came to their table, and Kira snatched a glass of champagne from his tray. There were so many things she hated about this reception, and Kira’s presence was one more item on that list. Two, her gown was not appropriate for a dance. It wasn&rsquo
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 27: Come
Maksim made sure Ivan was fine before leaving his room. If anything Vanya said was true, then Ivan was lucky he wouldn’t lose his knee. He stalked back to Papa’s office, a sense of purpose in each step. They came after him on his wedding day. How dare he? Papa must know something.All night, the image of his wife’s distraught face had haunted him. He shouldn’t care, but he had wondered if she would cry for him or care if something bad happened to him. They didn’t spend the night together, but that would have to be rectified soon. Probably tonight. But first, they had to eat breakfast together with the entire family. She already missed so many meals with the family. She couldn’t skip breakfast today.Right now, his focus was on the truth. He sent some men to retrieve Vasilly’s body last night. None of them had reported back to him. He arrived at his father’s office and opened the door without knocking. Like him
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 28: Darling?
Camilla’s face shut down, and Maksim wished he had kept his mouth shut. The softness morphed into something else. She stomped on his foot and ran up the stairs without looking back to know if he followed her. Her room was locked when he entered the house. He decided against bothering her and continued to his room to clean up.A few minutes to breakfast, he stepped out of his room. Camilla was exiting her room when he turned the corner. She wasn’t alone. Doris was with her. His housekeeper clicked her tongue and took his wife’s hand. Both women walked away without a single backward glance at him. Keeping his annoyance in check, he waited until they were gone before taking the same route.Everyone that should be at the table was there. Vanya. Papa. Camilla. She was at Papa’s right, and he suspected his father had something to do with that. When he arrived at the table, he asked her to stand.“Why?” Papa asked. “Tryin
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 29: Fire (I)
Camilla woke up with a jerk. Cold water dripped down her face, her hair, and her chest. All the room lights were on, but… she was certain she turned them off before going to sleep. She shivered as she got off the bed. Noticing the culprit in the room, she grabbed the object nearest to her to hit him.“Drop that shit now,” Alek commanded.“Are you insane?” Camilla retorted.Standing a few feet away from her was the bastard called her husband. In his hand was an empty bucket. She rushed for him, but he caught her by the wrist, pushing until she was flat on her back on the bed. She kicked the air, hoping to kick him in the groin, but he was careful to avoid her legs.Alek pinned her hands above her head and straddled her waist. “Stop moving, Cam.”“How about you stop existing?” she spat out. “What are you doing in my room?”“It’s time fo
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 30: Fire (II)
Her husband left the room, and she climbed out of the bed. She was supposed to be mad at him for touching her, but her orgasm had reset her emotions. Why didn’t he correct or tell her the truth about his identity?At breakfast yesterday, she saw Vanya, his lookalike and Faye’s real boyfriend. When Doris came to her room, she had queried the housekeeper, only to realise she got it all wrong from the start. Vanya must have posted the pictures from Alek’s pre-marital shoot on his socials. It wasn’t Vanya at the boutique. It was Alek, and he had a right to be there. Knowing she got herself into this position wasn’t a fact she wanted to deal with, but it was her truth. She set herself up.That thought raged in Camilla’s mind as she finished dressing up. True to Alek’s words, he was waiting in front of her room. She wore a dress and long boots. He muttered under his breath and shook his head. If he disapproved of Camilla’
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 31: Woman power
Doris groaned as she pulled out a batch of hangers from the closet. Camilla snatched the clothes and dumped them on the bed. The woman wasn’t listening to her at all.“Stop, Doris. I don’t need your help.”“You. Can’t. Stop me,” Doris replied.Camilla closed her eyes and exhaled. This woman was tough. She lost the dare at the gun range. Now she had to pack into Alek’s room before dinner and sleep on the same bed as him. How would she cope?“What you thinking, madam Camilla?”“Would you like me to teach you English?” Camilla asked. Alek received a call in the middle of their training, and it ruined his mood. Whatever the person told him had him replying in fluent Russian. She needed to learn the language if she ever wanted to leave this place. “And you will teach me Russian. It’s a fair trade, if you ask me.”“What if
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 32: Bravery and survival (I)
Maksim woke up before his wife. It was time to return to the gun range, but Camilla was so pretty when she slept, her lips slightly parted to let out soft breaths. He looked at his bandaged hand and back at her face. Everything he told her about hitting one of the men who came after them was true. Before killing that bastard, he made sure to find out who sent him. And in due time, he would visit Viktor and end him. A moan from the bed made his chest tighten. This was too strange for him. Was her affection a front for something else? And that fucking nightwear. She had to wear something more decent around him.Camilla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It was too late to hide the fact he was staring, so he waited until she sat up. Those same lips that had cussed him out also asked about his wellbeing and his state of mind. How would they look around his cock? He loved and hated the sight of her mouth.“Stop gawking,” she muttered.How could he not? Her nipples had slipped out of her o
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