All Chapters of THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

C42 – GODDAMN SURGEON.The house on the outskirts of Paris was kilometers away—an old abandoned property.Inside, Dante breathed with difficulty, tied to a rusted chair. Sweat mixed with the blood that glued his shirt to his chest, and every movement drew a groan from him.He'd been there for hours, waiting, not knowing what his fate would be.But Eros wasn't in a hurry.Each step he took was deliberate. He closed the door behind him calmly. He walked toward the center of the room in silence, taking off his wristwatch and tucking it into the pocket of his coat.It was a gift from his mother—he didn't want to stain it. When he stopped in front of him, Dante looked up with fear-filled eyes."Who are you? Why am I here?"Eros leaned down until he was face to face with him and grabbed his jaw hard, squeezing until Dante whimpered in pain."Don't you know? Don't you know who I am?"Dante frowned, shaking his head in terror."I don't know! I don't know who you are!"Eros laughed."I'm the s

C44 – I TAKE CARE OF YOU.The phone screen lit up again, and Camille rejected the call. She brushed the hair from her face, trying to stay calm—but the silence didn't last ten seconds. The ringing started again, sharp and unbearable.She frowned and, with a shaky sigh, answered."What do you want?"The voice that replied was slow, dripping with mockery."Hello, kitty... Why aren't you answering?"The tone chilled her blood.Camille froze for an instant, the phone trembling in her hand. Her heart pounded against her chest, fast, as if trying to escape. The tremor was visible on her lips when she responded, furious and restrained."I told you not to call me. What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" she hissed, glancing at the closed bathroom door.The man on the other end let out a dry laugh."Are you going to keep playing this game? You know sooner or later you'll come to me. Or would you prefer we talk in person? You don't have much choice, Camille."She gripped the phone

C46 – I'LL PAY YOU WELL.Eros's bodyguards, seated in the car just a few meters away, never took their eyes off them.One of them lowered the window slightly, while the other kept his gaze fixed on the windshield. They didn't speak. They just watched—noting every gesture, every brush between Lucy and Daniel.Terrace of Café Montparnasse.The air was fresh, but not cold. Lucy crossed her legs under the table and let the afternoon sun caress her face. Her light blue dress moved slightly with the breeze, and her bag rested on her lap. Daniel, across from her, had his jacket perfectly placed over his shoulders. Not a crease, not a wrong gesture—everything about him was elegance."Here," he said, pulling out the chair smoothly. "The best view of Paris… though some might argue.""And what's your favorite spot, then?" she asked, smiling as she settled in.Daniel leaned in slightly, his voice lower."This one, from now on."Lucy immediately dropped her gaze, her cheeks burning. She pretended

C48 – YOU RUINED MY LIFE.Camille closed the door of the mansion without looking back. She didn't care if Stefan shouted, if he followed her, or if he stood there like a statue in the middle of the living room.She'd heard enough.She wasn't going to comply with the demands of a man she barely knew—a man who'd stormed into her life like a hurricane, full of secrets and shadows. So she walked through the city, entering several shops looking for work. Some looked at her with pity, others with indifference. No one hired without references—because no one trusted a stranger.At the end of the day, the only thing left was that visit she always avoided when she could. But she did it anyway. Because, even though it hurt, she was her mother.The mental clinic was silent, and Camille pressed the cheap bouquet of flowers she'd managed to buy against her chest—but the knot in her throat burned. Every step down the hallway felt like being a child again, walking toward something she knew would hurt

C50 – PERSONAL ASSISTANT.Camille took a while to accept the help. It wasn't easy. She didn't want to owe anything to anyone. But the bills were there—and every figure reminded her she had no options."Let me do it," Stefan said, his voice low, without pressure. "It's not a favor. It's what's fair."Camille shook her head, again and again—until she ran out of strength to keep arguing, and in the end, she agreed.Then came the second part.Stefan asked to meet her mother. He wanted to see her with his own eyes. Camille hesitated. She didn't want to expose him to that—didn't want to expose herself and let him see her shame. But he was insistent, patient, and direct."I want to understand what you went through… I want to look her in the eyes and see how she's capable of hurting someone like you."So she agreed. Trembling inside—but she agreed.Now, in front of the clinic, Camille was breathing fast. She felt her stomach churning—she was about to walk into that place again, but now with S