Todos os capítulos de SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

CAMILLA'S POV I was still in shock as I wrapped my arms around My Dad, Benson, the one who raised me, inhaling the now-familiar scent of his cologne. It brought back memories of the years he and My mom, Olivia, had brought me up as their own. I had clung to them countless times, drawing strength from their warmth and love. I leaned back from My Dad, Dante's hand lying casually across my back. "Dante, this is My Dad, Mr Benson," I said, the rush of emotion upon seeing him making my voice sound sad and happy all at once. Turning to Dante, I added, "And this is Dante, my husband." The sudden news made my Dad blink, but he recovered fast enough, extending a hand to Dante with a respectful nod. "Mr. Draven, I'm honored to meet you. Thank… you for taking care of her." Dante nodded, his face respectful. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr  Benson. And thank you, for all you've done for Camilla.” Dad settled heavily into his chair-the

Camilla's POV The doors opened, and I swear, every eye in the conference room swiveled to us as Dante stepped in first. His powerful stride actually seemed to command space. I followed with Jasper clutched tightly in my arms, my heart hammering with a mixture of nerves and pride. Dante had said this was going to be a day of introductions, but I still wasn't prepared for the sudden weight of dozens of interested gazes. Dante's hand pressed into my lower back, urging me further along. "You're doing great," he softly whispered. I looked up at him-the soft assurance in his tone lengthening a little smile. "Good morning, everybody," Dante boomed aloud, silencing the room. He turned to me with settled reassuring eyes. "Today, I would like to introduce you to my wife, Camilla, and our son, Jasper. The room erupted in murmurs, I watched the ripple run through the faces of the people. Most of them didn't know about us, much less that I was marr

Camilla's POV The morning he was due to return, I marched into the office with my head held high and my shoulders thrown back. Today was going to be different. All that had come my way, I faced and survived to emerge even stronger, and now all that remained was to show them what I was made of. The office hum was almost palpable when I came in. Eyes from my colleagues were on me; each whisper trailed into my wake as I walked toward my desk. The word was out: Dante was back, and shortly there was going to be a board meeting. It would be the best time to let him know, once and for all, that yes, I was able to bear the responsibility given by him. She sidled up to me as I took a seat, her eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite catch. "Camilla," she said, every word dripping with sweetness. "I understand the board is going to discuss recent progress within the company. Should be an interesting meeting." I smiled politely at her. "I'm

78. TAKING CHARGE.  CAMILLA'S POV I stepped inside the halls of C-Care Cosmetics with Dante, my heart galloping inside my chest. This was it, the moment I'd fantasized about since the day I found out what John had done. However, the reassuring firmness of Dante's hand on the small of my back steadied me as the weight of what lay ahead gnawed at my nerves. We would be interrupting a board meeting, and today beneath the mask of civilities, there would be no holding back. Today, I'd be laying it all bare. When we got to the doors of the board room, Dante nodded to me, fire and confidence dancing in his eyes, as I had known. He had trusted that I could do this, and I had to live up to it. I took a deep breath and opened the door.  The room was full of people; John at the head, a smirk on his face when he saw us come in. It didn't take him too long until his face twisted in surprise, then annoyance. Instant thick silence while all eyes shif

  Camilla's P.O.V.   I sat opposite Dante in his office, my fingertips dancing briskly up and down on the chair's arm. The hum of my wait was low and steady. Today, Dante would begin the unraveling of the past concerning John, the man who had built a fortune and name based on the ruins of my mother's legacy. Before the computer, Dante sat motionless, scrolling down through documents. I let a loud breath escape me and said anything that came to my mind; my voice had hardly risen above a whisper. "So… where do we begin?" He turned then and looked at me; his dark eyes caught mine. "First, we investigate every transaction he made around the time of your mother's death. We look for anything suspicious, any pattern that doesn't add up." I nodded furiously, my anger growing with each second. "He took everything from her, from me. I want to know precisely how he did it. Every filthy detail.” The warmth in Da