All Chapters of BOUND BY THE RUTHLESS MAFIA BOSS. HIS SINS, HER CHAINS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Camila’s POV I had hoped for peace, had dreamed of a world where we could move past the bloodshed and the endless war. But now, standing in front of us was the embodiment of everything we had fought against, a man who thrived on chaos, on power, on destruction and he had come to tear it all down.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Repeatedly. Vadim’s voice was a low hiss, dripping with venom. His smirk spread wider, almost as if he was savoring the tension, feeding off the fear that was beginning to creep back into my bones. “You’ve done a lot, sure. But you’ve forgotten one thing. I am the heir. I will always be the one to control this family, to control this empire.”I clenched my fists at my sides, my pulse racing, but I refused to let him see the fear. Daniil was by my side, his posture rigid, his eyes cold and hard like steel but I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his body was taut with the urge to attack. He was holding back. For me. For our family. But I knew

Camila’s POV“I don’t like this,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my throat.Daniil didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on the empty doorway. The tension in the room was unbearable, like a tightrope pulled too taut, waiting to snap. The only sound was the rapid beating of my heart in my chest, but even that seemed too loud, as if it was echoing through the thick silence.“Daniil,” I said, taking a step toward him. “We can’t just”“Don’t,” he snapped, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. His head snapped in my direction, eyes flashing with something dark, something I wasn’t sure I could handle. “Don’t tell me what we can’t do, Camila. I’m the one who’s been fighting, who’s been holding this damn world together by the thinnest thread. I’m the one who has to clean up every mess you and I make. So don’t fucking tell me how to handle this.”His words hit me like a slap. I recoiled, but I didn’t retreat. The fire in his eyes, the way his body seemed to pulse with barely containe

Camila’s POVDaniil’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and dangerous, like a growl from the depths of his soul. “This is my family, Ivan, not yours. You think you can take control just like that? It’s not that easy.”Ivan didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened, and his eyes was calculating, it never wavered from Daniil. “You’ve failed, Daniil. You’ve led us into the ground, too focused on the past to see what’s coming. It’s time for a change.”The words hit like a punch to the gut. The air between them crackled with an unbearable tension, a tension that made my chest tighten and my breath catch in my throat. Ivan was challenging Daniil, no longer just with words but with actions. And in that moment, I realized that everything had changed. The balance of power was no longer in Daniil’s hands. Ivan had taken it.I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I had spent so much time running from the truth, from the reality of what was happening around me, but now—now there was no escaping it. Th

Camila’s POV I had been sold into this life, trapped by the very forces that now seemed to be eating each other alive, my mind has been in a mess of panic and confusion.There was no escape anymore, no way to turn back. What had started as a personal vendetta, a quest for power, had turned into something unrecognizable.Ivan was standing next to me, watching it all unfold with a calm that didn’t match the storm raging in the room. His eyes were unreadable, his jaw set like stone, but I could see the weight of it in his stance. The weight of a man who had fought for this moment, fought for control, for everything his family had been denied.Daniil was nothing but a shadow of the man he had once been. His hand shook as it gripped the edge of the chair, his gaze flicking between me and Ivan, as if searching for something that could save him from the inevitable.“Camila,” Ivan’s voice broke through the chaos, cold and commanding. “Do you want to see the end of this?”I didn’t answer. My

Camila’s POVMorning did not bring relief to me. It only made everything clearer. The estate still stood tall, but smoke clung to the air and the crown burned into the marble floor refused to fade. No one tried to remove it, we all knew it wasn’t just damage. It was a message. Maximo had marked our home, and he wanted us to see it.I watched Daniil stand over that symbol in silence. He didn’t rage. He didn’t shout. He studied it. That terrified me more than anger would have. Ivan moved through the estate issuing orders, coordinating guards, stabilizing everything with a calm authority I had never seen in him before. The timid boy who once hid behind me was gone. In his place stood someone sharpened by betrayal.But what unsettled me most were my children.My daughter walked toward the crown without hesitation. I told her not to touch it, but she crouched and placed her fingers against the blackened marble anyway. She said it was a message. She said it wasn’t over. There was no fear in