All Chapters of SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*CAMILLA’S POV*Everything was pitch black. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. It was as though I had been swallowed by the abyss. Was this the afterlife? Was this what death felt like? I floated in that darkness, wondering if this was how it all ended if this was my eternal punishment. Life had been nothing but misery and I had done nothing to deserve such ill fate.A sound. Faint at first, like a distant hum, but it grew louder. I strained to listen, focusing on the noise, hoping for something, anything, to pull me out of the void. It sounded familiar, like the rhythmic beeping of a machine. The more I focused, the more I realized… it sounded like beeps you’d hear in a hospital.I became more aware of my surroundings. My eyes fluttered open, my lids feeling impossibly heavy. The harsh, fluorescent lights blinded my vision, making me squint as I tried to adjust. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils. It was a hospital, but something about it felt too familiar, like I had bee

*CAMILLA’S POV*“Not at all,” I responded quickly, as his eyes stared intensely at me.“I got pregnant,” I said expecting a reaction out of him but nothing.“We haven’t seen for seven months and now you come telling me you’re pregnant.”‘was he keeping track of the time we spent apart?’ I wondered to myself.“I said I GOT pregnant. I was discharged the day we met at the hospital.”He was now looking at me attentively. “We’ve got a kid together Dante,” I added.“We have a son. And his name is Jas—.” I said before he cut me off with a look of distrust on his face.“You expect me to just believe you?” He questioned.“You’re a smart and attentive man. I’m pretty sure you already made inquiries about why I was admitted to the hospital,” I responded putting on a brave face.I could see a smile curl up on his lips. “So you think you know me now?”“I don’t want to have to argue with you, Dante. And to answer your question… Yes I know you to some extent and that’s why I brought this,” I said p

*CAMILLA’S POV*“You can’t imagine how long I waited to have you back and to be your father again,” John said, holding my hand gently. “To have you in my arms, referring to me as your Dad. This makes this old man happy.”“Dad you’ve told me this countless times, it’s been months already,” I replied, giggling.“Now I can die easy,” he added with a light laugh.“Don’t say such things, you still have many more years to live.”I smiled at him, playing along with his charade. But as I looked into his eyes, I noticed something—he was watching me carefully, as if trying to gauge my actions. Had he caught wind of my meeting with Dante? Was this all part of his attempt to reel me back under his control and delusion?No. He couldn’t know. There was no way he had figured out the truth about me coming back in time. I was sure of that.“I’ve prepared a little gift for you,” he continued, his tone overly sweet. "But first, let’s have breakfast. I’m sure you’re starving."“Yes I am, let me go get Ja

*The Same day**CAMILLA’S P.O.V.*"What is Tom doing here now?" I growled, as my heartbeat thumped at my ribcage. Obviously, one wouldn't have the faintest idea what this uneasy conversation might be. Tom just wouldn't pop up like that for nothing, and that wasn't good.My father, John, stood from the table, leaving me with just a glance as he went out to greet his visitor. Something just didn't click in my mind. I couldn't let it be so until I knew what they had cooked up. I had to know."I'll be right back, Camilla," my father said with a smile that never reached his eyes. "Mr. Lockwood and I have business to discuss.""Oh, of course, Daddy," I replied sweetly, forcing my lips upwards in a lie.The moment he was out of sight, my mask finally cracked. I leaned over Jasper's crib and pressed my lips to the softness of his forehead. "Stay here, my love," I whispered, laying him back gently as he settled into a quiet sleep.I crept away toward the hall, every step in a way heavier, clo

*DANTE’S POV*I stood at the office window, staring out into the teeming city below me. My mind, however, was miles away. It appeared to me in the form of Camilla, her words, the DNA test, all hanging over my head like a cloud that refused to go away. Two weeks had passed since I had mailed those hair samples to get the test. Long, agonizing weeks in which patience was something with which I had no choice.I had just reached for my coat, ready to call it a day and head home, when the creaking sound cut into my musings."Boss," Alex said, coming into the room with a brown envelope in his hand, while his face was a mask of unreadability.I turned slowly, knowing full well what he had in his hand. It felt heavier than it should like my whole future was weightily enclosed inside."Is that it?" I asked in a low voice.Alex nodded, reaching inside his jacket and laying the envelope on my desk. "The report from the hospital. The DNA test results."I stared at it a second, my stomach beginnin