All Chapters of THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

C61 – COME SEE ME.The music bounced off the walls of the VIP lounge at Midnight Rouge, and in a reserved corner, Stefan and Eros shared a glass of whiskey."So are you going to tell me who that girl is you're hiding?" Eros asked, raising an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink.Stefan blinked—his friend had caught him off guard—but he let out a half-smile, twirling the glass between his fingers."How do you know?""You're not the only one who knows how to dig up information," Eros replied, shrugging with a calm smile.Stefan laughed."Her name's Camille." He took a sip. "A problem… I don't want to solve."Eros looked at him with mischief, eyebrows raised."A problem?""Yeah. She was in the wrong place, saw what she shouldn't have, and became my problem. But…" he glanced sideways, "—I like the problem.""Wait…" Eros studied him more closely. "You're not falling in love, are you, Stef?"The Greek set his glass down on the table and sighed."That would be stupid," he murmured, runnin

C63 – DO YOU TRUST ME?Everyone turned.A woman with long legs, a fitted dress, and eyes bloodshot with fury glared at Camille as if she wanted to make her disappear."Who is this, Stefan? Is this what you do now? Parade around with little girls while I'm waiting for you like an idiot?"Stefan set his glass down calmly and leaned back slightly. He didn't look surprised—but he did look annoyed."Milena…" he said slowly. "This scene again?"Camille froze, and Lucy looked bewildered. Eros took a sip of his whisky, as if watching a show."You and I had unfinished business!""And I resolved it, don't you remember?" Stefan turned his head toward Camille and spoke as if Milena didn't exist. "Where were we, beautiful?"The woman's rage escalated—she glared at him as if she could burn him with her eyes alone."What happened was a mistake, Stefan," she said, her voice trembling but loud. "I was confused… you and I were in a bad place, and… and it was one night. Just one!"Stefan rested his elbo

C65 – JUST THE BEGINNINGThe cabin was warm, the fire crackling. Stefan laid her down on the bearskin, his hands sliding up her thighs with a mix of firmness and care. His mouth burned against her skin, moving from her neck down to the neckline of her dress, slow, like he wanted to taste every inch.“I want to see all of you, beauty,” he whispered, voice rougher than usual. “But tell me if you want me to stop at any point.”Camille trembled. She wasn’t used to this—feeling so much at once.“I don’t want you to stop… Just…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to do.”Stefan smiled, that smile that always made her feel safe and nervous at the same time.“Then let me love you. I’ll guide you.”His fingers found the back of her dress and slid the zipper down. The fabric gave way, exposing her small breasts, the pink nipples already tight from the cold… or from something else. Stefan couldn’t help swallowing.“Beautiful,” he murmured, brushing one nipple with his thumb.Camille arched,

C66 – ONLY YOU.The sun was just beginning to paint the sky when Camille woke with a muffled moan. Something hot and wet was working between her legs with an insistence that made her arch immediately. Opening her eyes, she saw Stefan completely submerged between her thighs—his muscular arms pinning her to the mattress as he devoured her cunt, still sensitive from the night before."Stefan…" her voice came out broken, her hands gripping the sheets.He didn't answer.Instead, he pushed two fingers deep inside her while his mouth kept working her clit without mercy. Camille arched her back and, like a reflex, closed her legs."No, belleza (beauty)…" he murmured against her skin. "On the contrary—open wider for me."She obeyed, spreading her legs shamelessly, letting herself be carried away by the sensation."I love how you moan in the mornings," he whispered against her skin. "So sweet… so wet… and only for me."His fingers twisted inside her, seeking that spot that made her see stars. C

C68 – BUSINESS TRIP.Lucy spun slowly, as if floating. Her feet barely made a sound against the floor, and her arms traced soft lines in the air. Her body followed the rhythm without thinking—as if the music guided her from within. She wore a fitted black leotard and a short tulle skirt that moved with every step. Her loose hair fell down her back, and sweat glistened on her skin. Her focus was obvious—but at the same time, there was something in the way she moved that captured attention.Her waist, her legs, the way her back arched… it was impossible not to watch. And when the music ended, she stood still, breathing deeply. Silence filled the room—until slow, firm applause broke it.She spun around, her chest rising and falling from the effort, and saw Eros leaning against the doorframe, watching her."Fuck, little bunny…" he said with a smile. "You dance like you were born for it. You could be at the Bolshoi, and no one would dare blink."She laughed softly, her cheeks flushed, and