All Chapters of My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victor's POV “Well that's my story" I leaned back in my wheelchair, my usual smirk playing on my lips. "It's not my fault women are so attracted to me," I said, tapping my fingers against the armrest. “I mean, I'm a whooping billionaire with daddy issues, I'm the complete package" "But what of…” I cut him off "Isabella? Her body is smoking hot. She's basically like my childhood sweetheart, best woman to fuck with on the planet, she sure knows how to ride in style.”“No, I meant…” I cut him off once more "Now, some people might find it weird that I love my bodyguard, but I do. I mean, she's — I mean, he's always been there for me since the beginning, her— I mean his mysterious vibe just turns me the hell on"He had enough "I don’t care about your love life Romeo.” Detective rolen groaned, slamming his fists on the table "I’m asking you about your wife, Camilla."I scoffed. "Camilla? I couldn't care less. I don’t know a single thing about her.""But she's your wife”“My wife yes.

Carrie's POV "You better not drop me, Camilla!" Victor barked, his voice edged with panic as he hung on to my other hand for dear life, his palms slick with sweat and I could feel him slowly slipping.Below us, a violent stream rushed past jagged rocks, the sound of rushing water echoing off the stone walls of the cave.I gritted my teeth, my other hand gripping the crumbling edge of the cliff. "Don’t tempt me."Victor’s eyes widened. "Huh? You’re actually thinking about it!"I said nothing. Truth was, the idea crossed my mind. But I needed him. Not just because he was a key factor to my plan for ultimate revenge. I needed him because, deep down, despite everything, he was all I had right now.His hand slipped again slightly. "I can’t believe I’m gonna die like this! This is pathetic!""Shut up, Victor. I think I’ve got an idea.""No. No more of your—""Listen to me you good for nothing son of a bitch!" I snapped. "I’m going to swing you up. Once you’re up, you pull me, okay? We don’

Carrie’s POV The chandeliers glittered like a thousand stars above my head as Victor led me into the grand ballroom, with our arms intertwined. “Mr. and Mrs. Reaper,” the doorman announced.Heads turned. Whispers soon filled the room. "Is that… his wife? I've never seen them together.""I heard they keep her locked up.""I heard she's just a mistress”I stood taller, pretending not to hear a thing, even though every word hurt.And then she appeared.Isabella.Wearing a silver dress that clung to her body, revealing her curves, she sashayed over and planted a kiss on Victor’s cheek, leaving behind a faint red stain. She turned to me, her eyes glinting like polished glass.“Oh, Camilla,” she said, her voice too sweet it gave me cavities. “Isn’t your outfit meant for a garden party? This isn't the kind of gathering you wear such horrid clothes to”I smiled, my lips curled in a fake smile. “Funny. I could say the same about your attitude.”Victor chuckled under his breath, then leaned

Carrie's POV I turned slowly, looking at who it was, Victor still deep inside me."I-I'm so sorry, sir, madam!" the maid stammered, her face the color of ripe tomatoes as she walked backward, quickly shutting the door.Victor chuckled. "You’re my wife aren't you? We’re allowed to have sex""Shut up” I said, turning my face away.Wife?If only he knew…He laid beside me, I curled into his arms, enjoying the warmth, his arm wrapped protectively around me. His breathing slowed down until he went quite.We both drifted off to sleep. *******Morning came, the sunlight shining through the curtains. I stretched, my fingers automatically scratching at my scalp. Something felt... off. My hair?No—my wig!I shot upright immediately and looked around the bed. Panic starting to set in, until I spotted it—resting like a trophy on Victor’s head.I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud. He looked ridiculous, but oddly adorable.Giggling quietly, I walked over, gently lifting the wig fro

Carrie's POVMr. Grayson slammed his fists on the table so hard the room seemed to shake. My shoulders jumped slightly at the sound, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor. Ayo sat beside me, silent, like he usually was. So calm and collected, like the perfect little soldier."What the hell were you thinking, Caroline?!" Mr. Grayson's voice boomed across the room. "You almost cost us the entire God damn mission!"I didn’t answer right away. My heart was still pounding from everything that had happened. The chase, the fight, the gunfire, Ayo. All of it. It kept replaying in my head like a broken record."Well?!" Grayson barked.I whispered, "Why are you so worked up anyways? The mission was a success wasn't it."He paused. "What did you just say?"I raised my head, meeting his glare. "I said it was a success. I got the intel, didn’t I?""I think you mean I got the Intel” Ayo stated, butting in.Mr Grayson scoffed. "You got the Intel? At what cost? You blew your cover in the process. Y