جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Camila’s POVThe happiest day of a woman’s life is supposed to be the day she gets married, right? But for me, it felt more like the saddest.I had never felt such despair before, not even in the five long years my father had fought against Daniil’s mafia organization. We were sworn enemies like rival mobs, and now, I was supposed to marry him.I was getting married today, but it wasn’t a day of celebration for me, not even close.The man I was marrying, Daniil Varkanin, the Mafia boss of the Russian mob, was nothing like I had imagined. I had heard his name tossed around in whispered conversations, his reputation preceded him. But I had never seen him, I had no idea what he looked like, no idea what kind of man he truly was.But today, I would.This marriage was not built on love. It was built on power, on the merging of two massive mafia families. Daniil, the powerful king of the Russian underworld, was about to become my husband. My father had orchestrated the entire thing to prote

Daniil’s POV“I can’t!” I heard her murmur, the words slow enough for both of us to hear. Her legs shifted back, clearly ready to bolt.I couldn’t help but smile faintly at the reaction when moving closer, I seized her lips with mine.She struggled, trying to pull away, but I pulled her closer, devouring her lips like I’d been craving them all my life. She wasn’t the first girl I’d kissed, and she wouldn’t be the last.She stepped hard on my toes with her heels, and only then did I release her, savoring the look of defeat on her face. The satisfaction I got from it was almost too much.The wedding had ended in a blur, and now we were walking hand in hand toward the car. I could feel someone’s gaze on me, ever since I arrived at the hall. Even though I glared back, the person didn’t avert their eyes.“It was her father!” I realized suddenly. “Rowan Bravona. Camila’s father.”I was puzzled about why he had been avoiding me all these years, only for his wife to handle all the in-law duti

Camila’s POV How did I get here? The question had been echoing in my mind since I had agreed to this marriage, but now, more than ever, it burned like a bitter poison. From the first moment I stepped into this mansion, I had hoped for something beyond the cold, calculated game of power and alliances. But every look he gave me, every word he spoke, reminded me of the cage I was now trapped in. This wasn’t marriage. This was captivity. I wasn’t sure when the shift had happened. Maybe it was the moment Daniil had accepted the alliance, knowing full well the consequences it would bring to both of us. Maybe it was when he looked at me with indifference, a possession to be moved around at his will. But today, as I stood in front of him, something inside me snapped. “You think you can control me, Daniil?” I spat the words out, my voice rising in volume, shaking with the anger I had spent far too long bottling up. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but they were no less real. I wa

Camila's POVDaniel's voice still echoed in my mind: You’ve made your bed, Camila. Now, lie in it. It was a cruel reminder that my life, my future, had already been decided for me. The marriage, the alliance, my role as his wife and everything felt like a chain, each link heavier than the last. I was drowning, gasping for air, and yet, he remained unfazed, like my struggle meant nothing to him.I had hoped, naïvely, that maybe after the confrontation, we would talk, that maybe this cold distance between us could be bridged. But here we were, more separated than ever. His indifference was suffocating, and it burned.Daniil didn’t even glance at me when he spoke next. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his voice low and emotionless. “Did you think things would be different after the wedding? literally occurences will fall into place?”His words hit like stones, each one landing harder than the last. I swallowed the lump in my throat, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. I never

_Camila’ POV_ The cold, empty silence of the mansion seemed to press in on me, suffocating any sense of peace I might have once had. Each step I took toward my room felt like I was sinking deeper into a pit of despair. The world outside these walls felt like a distant memory, a fleeting dream that I would never reach again. I paused in the hallway, my hand hovering over the doorknob to my bedroom. The soft click of the lock as I shut myself inside was like a final declaration of my imprisonment. As the door clicked shut, I leaned against it, closing my eyes, and for the first time since the wedding, I let myself feel the weight of what had happened. My life had been stolen from me, not just by Daniil’s cold indifference, but by the choices I had been forced to make. I never wanted this life. I never wanted to be tied to him in this way. But here I was his wife, a pawn in a game that I didn’t even know the rules to. I sank onto the bed, my body exhausted, both physically and emotio