All Chapters of Vows of Ruin: Til vengeance do us part : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CARMELA'S POV Two weeks.Fourteen days since Gabriele had called me Elena while coming inside me.Fourteen days of silence between us.I didn't attend his meeting. I didn't play the dutiful wife and smile for his associates.He didn't push. Didn't demand. Didn't even mention it.We existed in the same house like ghosts—passing each other in hallways without speaking, sleeping in the same bed with an ocean of space between us.He buried himself in work. I buried myself in planning.I was studying a detailed map of how his operations worked. Shipment schedules. Port contacts. Financial structures.Everything.And if I was going to destroy Gabriele—truly destroy him—I needed to hit him where it would hurt most.His business. His reputation. His control.I needed to make him look weak. Make other families question his leadership.And I knew exactly how to do it.****Marco's assistant was a nervous man named Luca. Mid-thirties, thinning hair, always sweating even in air conditioning.I'd

GABRIELE'S POV Eight point seven million fucking dollars of merchandise, vanished like smoke.I stood in my office, staring at the reports Angelo had compiled in the past three hours. My hands were shaking—not from fear, but from the effort it took not to put my fist through the wall.The Russians had hit the Baltimore warehouse at exactly 11:47 PM. They'd known the shipment schedule down to the minute, as well as which warehouse and the security protocols. Known fucking everything.Someone had fed them that information.Someone in my house. My famiglia. My fucking inner circle."Don." Angelo stood by the door, his expression grim. "Marco's here.""Send him in."Marco entered, and I could see the nervousness in his eyes despite his attempt at composure. Good. He should be nervous."Gabriele. Angelo told me what happened. I can't believe—""Shut the fuck up."He froze.I moved around my desk slowly, letting the silence stretch. Letting him sweat, panic, and fret."8.7 million dollars

CARMELA'S POV I heard the chaos three hours ago.The phone calls. The raised voices echoing through the halls. Angelo's hurried footsteps. The emergency meeting that had been called in Gabriele's study.The shipment was gone.8.7 million dollars vanished into thin air.I sat at the vanity, brushing my hair in long, slow strokes.One. Two. Three.Meditative. Calming.He would come. Of course he would come.He'd piece it together eventually. Luca would crack under pressure—men like him always did. Marco would point fingers. The evidence would lead back to me.Four. Five. Six.I could deny it. Play innocent. Claim I'd been curious about the business, nothing more. That I had no idea the Russians would strike.But where was the satisfaction in that?Seven. Eight. Nine.No. I wanted him to know. I wanted to see the moment he realized his own wife had destroyed him. I wanted to watch his control shatter.Confession wasn't weakness. It was a weapon.Ten. Eleven. Twelve.I set down the brush

GABRIELE'S POV "Tell me to stop," I said quietly. "Say the word, and I'll walk away right now.”She opened her mouth and closed it.The silence stretched between us."Can't do it, can you?" I unbuttoned her pants, sliding the zipper down slowly. "Because as much as you want me dead, you want this more.""You're delusional—""Am I?"I slid my hand inside her pants, inside her underwear, finding her already wet."Your cunt tells a different story," I murmured, circling her clit with my thumb. "It's practically weeping for me."She whimpered. "What was that about me being pathetic?" I asked, pushing two fingers inside her."Go to hell," she gasped."Already there, cara. And I'm taking you with me." I pumped my fingers slowly, feeling her clench around me. "I'm going to make you scream my name. And you're going to remember who you belong to.""I belong to no one—"I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her cry out."Lie to yourself if you want." I worked her pussy r

CARMELA'S POVI stood under the scalding water in the bathroom and tried not to shake.He made me come. Not once. Twice.With my wrists bound.I looked down at the red marks circling my wrists. Evidence of what we'd done. What I'd let him do.No. What I'd wanted him to do.That was the worst part.I'd wanted it. Even while hating him. Even while promising to destroy him.My body had betrayed me again.I scrubbed at my skin, trying to wash away his touch, his smell, his cum that was still leaking out of me.But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I could still feel him.Inside me. On me. Around me.I pressed my forehead against the tile and let the water beat down on my back.What was wrong with me?He'd raped me two weeks ago. Called me Elena's name. Violated me in the worst possible way.And tonight, I'd let him tie me up and fuck me again.Let him? I'd practically begged for it.The thought made me want to vomit.But underneath the disgust was something else. Something darker.Satisfact