All Chapters of CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ANYA POV~My hand is trembling so badly that the gun keeps shaking in it. I can barely breathe as I stare at the man lying on the ground, bleeding, whimpering. My eyes burn from the tears that won't stop falling. I turn to look at César, silently begging him not to make me do this."Please..." I whisper through my sobs. "Please, don't make me...."But his eyes are cold. There's no softness there, no pity, nothing human, "Traitors," he says slowly, his voice low but sharp, "Deserves to die, mi amor. And you are going to kill him."I stumble back, shaking my head. "No-...no, I can't. I can't!" My voice cracks. "I'm not like you!"I bump into his chest, and his arms close around me like steel. I struggle, pounding my fists weakly on him, but he doesn't move an inch. His breath is hot against my ear when he whispers, "You can. You will."I cry harder, shaking my head again and again. "You're a monster!" I scream, the words tearing from my throat like glass. "¡Eres un monstruo! ¡El infier

~ANYA POV~My legs won't stop shaking. It's like they forgot how to hold me up. My whole body feels weak, heavy, like I've been wrung dry. César is standing at the end of the bed, completely naked, his skin glowing with sweat. His chest rises and falls slowly, strong and sure.His monster of a dick was finally limp, after fucking my soul out.He looks like a man carved from fire and marble. And I hate that he's so beautiful. I hate that my eyes won't look away.I should look somewhere else, but I can't. My eyes are wide open, staring at him like I'm trapped in a dream that's too real. My heart beats so fast I think it might break my ribs. He chuckles softly, the sound deep and low, and it makes the air around me thicker.He walks toward me slowly, and every step he takes makes the room smaller, makes it harder to breathe. I can feel his gaze on me like heat. My hair is spread across his bed, my skin flushed, and I remember the way he held me just minutes ago, his weight, his hands, hi

~ANYA POV~I shove the phone under my pillow and lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room feels too big without him and too still. I toss and turn, the sheets rustling like whispers. My thoughts won't quiet down.Every time I close my eyes, I see his face, his eyes when he made me pull the trigger, the warmth of his breath when he had fucked me till I almost passed out in this room taking me to countless heights of pleasure.The memories crawl under my skin, too alive to ignore.I sigh and flip again, pressing the pillow over my head. But the pillow smells like him. That dark, expensive scent that clings to my skin even after a shower. I don't know if it comforts or hurts me, but I end up pulling it closer, breathing in deeply, curling around it as if it could fill the hollow inside me."God, César..." I whisper into the fabric, almost ashamed of how soft my voice sounds. Then I shut my eyes, letting exhaustion take me. Eventually, I drift off slowly, like sinking into warm wa

~ANYA POV~The words on the paper are simple, but they stick in my mind strongly.'You will be saved.'I keep looking at them, hoping to find a deeper meaning. My heart is pounding loudly. Saved. The word feels warm and freeing. I hold the paper tightly, feeling shaky. For a moment, I struggle to breathe.I quickly go to the door and open it, full of hope that I might see who dropped it. The hallway is long and quiet. The lights from the chandeliers shine softly, creating golden patterns on the floor.It's empty. Totally empty.No sounds. No people. Nothing.I feel empty inside. I step out, look around, and even peek down the hallway. But all I hear is the soft sound of the air conditioner and a clock ticking far away. Whoever left the paper is gone.I quietly closed the door and leaned against it. My legs felt weak, and I sat down on the cold floor, holding a piece of paper close to me like it was my only chance to survive. Tears filled my eyes unexpectedly. For the first time in a w

~ANYA POV~The rest of the day passes slowly, painfully quiet. I don't do much, lie in bed, and stare at the ceiling. The silence of the house feels strange, as if it's holding its breath, waiting for something good or bad to happen. I don't know which.My stomach growls loudly, pulling me back to myself. It's already past two. I barely ate breakfast, and I haven't seen Isidora since this morning. That's a relief. I don't want to deal with her again, not until I'm sure she's not completely insane. The way she clapped and called my kidnapping romantic still haunts me. Every time I think of her saying it, my whole body itches with anger.I sigh, slipping out of bed quietly. I peek through the door first, making sure no one is nearby. Then I hurry down the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. The guards are there, as usual, standing still like statues. None of them even glances my way. Totally normal.In the kitchen, I find some leftover pasta from last night. I quick