All Chapters of NORA: THE MAFIA QUEEN; THE ALPHA'S MATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Camilla's POVTime was against me so I rushed back into the bathroom and had a quick bath. I got dressed up, after which I packed my bag and I was all set to leave. Just as I was about stepping out of my room, I remembered something. My wristwatch. I had forgotten to use it. I hurried to the little table in my room and pulled the first drawer and there it was, staring back at me. I grabbed it and just as I was about strapping it on my wrist, I hesitated. That watch- was given to me by Bryan and he had told me it had GPS tracker in it. “It's for your protection, Camilla. In case of any emergency, I can easily find you. Always ensure you have it on you everytime,” he had told me the day he handed it over to me. “He said it was to protect me, but what if it's actually meant to monitor my movements?” That thought crossed my mind. With the recent happenings and the flops in Bryan’s words, I couldn't help but to doubt him.And for the first time in ten years, I refused to use the w

Camilla’s POV. The scent of a cool and clean environment, layered with expensive cologne, filled my nose. The bed felt so soft- too soft that it was unfamiliar. I could feel myself wrapped in a heavy, yet tender duvet. I turned to the other side of the bed and slowly flung my eyes open, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. My eyes met with the walls which were painted in rich navy, with various artworks of forests hung on them. And the bed I was on was in the center of the room- oversized and custom-made. That wasn’t my room- it definitely wasn’t. “Where am I? How did I get here?” I pondered, still lying on the bed. And when the events of the night before came rushing to me, I jumped up from the bed. “What the fuck? Where am I?” I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, but I saw no one. I went to the door and tried opening it, but it was locked. Then, fear set in. I didn’t know where I was- didn’t know how I got there. “Have I been held capt

Camilla’s POV. Everything left in me shattered instantly. My lips and hands trembled. “Kill me? Why? Why does Bryan want me dead?” I fidgeted, stepping away from the door in fear. I wanted to scream, but the sound got caged in my throat. My legs shook beneath me, but I had no option than to force them to move. Bryan- the only person I had trusted since I woke up that day ten years ago, was plotting to kill me. I was initially planning on finding out his intent, but it seemed like I wasn’t ready for the truth because it hurt deeply. I didn’t wait to hear more of his words. I took to my heels, running with no destination in mind. But my legs betrayed me, making me crash down the hallway. The loud thud of me falling echoed through the house. “Camilla?” Bryan’s panicked voice rang from his room. I heard his room door swing open, his terrifying footsteps hurriedly approaching me. Desperate to survive, I rose to my feet, ignoring the pain that gripped me as

Camilla’s POV. The life I had anticipated as Steve’s wife wasn’t what I got. I had thought we would live as strangers, minding each other’s business, but I was wrong. He didn’t behave like a stranger I had seen him to be. He was kind, attentive, and cared for me. He made sure to express his support for me in the best possible way he could. At first, I kept my distance. I slept at night with one eye open, thinking of the best way to escape in case he decided to show his true color, but that moment never came. Each morning, he would wake up by my side, kissed my forehead and smiled at me like we had known each other for years. And on that bed, I would sit, wondering what the hell was I doing? I sometimes forgot I was married, but the ring on my finger always pulled me back into reality. Steve was patient with me- he never demanded that I return the affection he showed me. He just stayed by my side, promising a better tomorrow with him. And one more thing, he kept his prom

Camilla’s POV Steve didn’t waste time checking into different orphanages. He suggested we go for an infant since I feared the child not loving me. “If you raise the child yourself, nurture him, there’s no way you wouldn’t love him and he wouldn’t love you back in return,” those were his words and after giving it much thought, I agreed with him. It took us weeks before we finally found a child that suited our taste- most especially mine. He was so cautious with the selection process. He asked me what I pictured our child to be, and that was exactly what we went for. Appointments were scheduled with the orphanage where the child was, and a day to finalize the whole process was fixed. I didn’t get to see the child physically until the fixed date as I was so occupied with an upcoming project at my company. I only saw his photograph and the seconds I did, I instantly fell in love with him. Steve followed through the whole process. And then, the day came- the day I was meant to mee