บททั้งหมดของ SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

    Camilla's POV The hum of the television rang in harmony with the living room. My eyes were glued to the image of John across the screen: hands cuffed, being escorted towards a police car. Cameras flashed as reporters swarmed in, capturing every movement of his demise. My breath hitched at the tone of the reporter that rang through the room. “Ex-CEO of C-Care Cosmetics, arrested just hours ago on charges including the murder of his wife, Carol…”  The words came surreal, some twisted dream finally coming to reality. I felt the reassuring weight of Dante's hand on my shoulder anchor me.  "It is over," he said low, his voice sure and deadly. "He is finally going to pay.” I was glued to the screen. "It's just the beginning, Dante. He doesn't get to run after all he's done. He took her from me… from all of us." Dante's grip tightened, his face harder than steel. "And he's not running.

 CAMILLA'S POV. I sat and kept on glancing at the door, waiting for anything remotely resembling hope. Anthony stood no more than a few feet away from me; his arms crossed over his chest, his face chiseled from stone. Never in my life had I felt this small, cornered. My heart went haywire inside my chest, anxiety and fear running amok—the utter silence for two continuous days. My dad had been missing for two days, nothing but that haunting message for a last contact, and now, when some semblance of justice was finally supposed to arrive, Dante was nowhere to be found. I dug my nails into the wood edge of my seat, trying to hold myself in place. It was a full courtroom, filled with reporters and officials; a sea of onlookers remained standing, it would seem, awaiting some kind of shootout—a trial filled with drama. What they didn't know was how close I felt to falling apart. Anthony stirred beside me. "Ms. Camilla," he whispered softly,

Camilla's POVThe chandeliers of the ballroom sparkled like stars, soft and warm, spilling their gentle glow onto the faces of our guests. Dante had spared no expense for this welcome party; a celebration, he said, of my new official role as CEO of C-Care Cosmetics to make up for the one that was ruined by John's schemes. I could feel the admiration in the eyes around me, a mixture of respect and surprise.I clung to Dante as if his presence was the only steady point in a churning sea of faces and voices. But as the evening lengthened and my new position gained its slow weight on my shoulders, with it came—a thrill, some sort of fierce pride. It wasn't about the title; it was about my story, my strength.But just like that, when all appeared to be perfect with the world, a shadow fell across the party. I felt Dante's tension beside me, the slight clench of his jaw, and turned to where he was looking.Tom Lockwood.The room seemed to have grown several degrees colder the instant he ste

TOM'S POV.The rain was reduced to a light drizzle by the time Ella slipped into the passenger seat of my car, as poised and polished as ever. She said nothing immediately, just buckled her seatbelt and waited, like she was used to men taking the lead.I coughed into my hand and threw a sideways glance at her. "Are you always this silent?"Trace of a smirk playing on her lips, wordless dare. "You were the one who called me, Tom. So tell me-what's on your mind?”The most flickering light of amusement was standing in her eyes, but I was buying none. Ella was clever, dangerously so, and I knew she would never walk into a room or even a car without having something of a scheme already in motion; that's just the reason I knew I should know what she was really aiming for.I leaned back, my tone casual, but pointed. "I'm just curious. You say you're loyal to Dante, yet here you are scheming behind his back. Why?"She laughed softly, but devoid of even a hint of mirth in it. "Loyalty? Tom, yo

ELLA'S POVIt wasn't really Tom's usual meeting place, but then tonight was different; the urgency was electric in the air and tingling my palms. I looked down at my phone glowing bright amongst the shadows and smirked. In three weeks' time Dante would regret the day he ever smiled in my direction, looked at me as though I did not exist, but focused on her instead, Camilla.First, I heard the echo of his footsteps draw near, and there he was: Tom, smooth as ever, stepped into the room with that glint in his eye-like a predator."Calling it close, aren't we?" he said to me, one eyebrow cocked, as he approached me."You gonna wanna hear this," I said, my voice low, words dripping with the kind of malice I knew he'd like. "It's bigger than the last info. Dante's got a whole lineup of imports coming in, and… they're not exactly legal, he's sneaking them in."A satisfied grin stretched across Tom's face. "Go on."I leaned forward, my excitement barely contained within my tone, and extended