Todos los capítulos de THE MOBSTER'S FAKE WIFE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

C81 – SNITCHES END UP UNDERGROUND.The restaurant was one of those expensive places in Paris. Camille walked in with uncertain steps—and at the table in the back, the man was waiting for her.He was tall, with graying hair slicked back and an impeccable Italian suit. He stood when he saw her, giving an exaggerated little bow."I'm glad you came," he said, taking her hand with too much familiarity. "I knew you wouldn't risk his freedom… even though he doesn't deserve your loyalty, gatita (kitten)."She pulled her hand back as if burned."Just tell me what you want."The man leaned back in his chair, looking at her shamelessly."You know what I want, Camille. You—surrendering to me… but you've rejected me too many times. And, well… I've had to change my target."She looked at him, confused."What are you talking about? What target?"He laughed, leaning in again. His cold eyes never left her."Your dear Stefan has something I need. And if you want his secret to stay hidden, then you'll h

C83 – MORAL DILEMMA.The club was almost empty.And at the back, Judge Matthieu Chevalier held his whiskey glass, swirling it calmly before speaking."My little kitten has already agreed to get it for me," he said, taking a long sip. "Once those ports and trucks are in my hands, they'll be for your boss."The judge had been on the Italian mafia's payroll for years—turning a blind eye to certain "businesses" in exchange for generous sums of money.And when the boss asked him to get the routes and contacts of Theo Vasilakis, offering an amount that would make his usual bribes pale in comparison, the judge couldn't believe his luck.It was as if fate had conspired in his favor: just when he needed this information, Camille was entangled with his son. He still didn't understand her reasons for getting close to Stefan—but he would find out soon enough. In the meantime, he'd take advantage of this convenient coincidence."Good," the other man said, nodding.He was an enforcer—a man with a d

**C85 – CONFESSION.**The door slammed shut with a dry thud. Camille startled."What are you doing, Camille?"Stefan's voice echoed through the room like thunder. He hadn't shouted—but his tone was pure venom. His footsteps resonated against the marble floor as he approached.Camille swallowed, her fingers trembling. She tried to hide the book behind her back—but it was already too late."N-nothing… I was just looking for a document," she stammered, stepping back.Stefan stopped in front of her.And his eyes dropped to the object in her hands—and instantly, something shifted in his face.He recognized it. That goddamn book."A document? Like this?"He snatched it from her effortlessly, opened it in front of him, and flipped through just a few pages.Camille went pale.It was the route book—the one that only he, his father, and his most trusted men could touch. His gaze turned dark, as if a storm had clouded his soul."So it was true?" he said, his voice rising—from low to hard. "You w

**C87 – A WIFE'S DUTY.**Eros sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the contract that separated the two men. When he spoke, his voice was low, calculating—every word measured to the millimeter."If we can't guarantee a twenty-two percent return in the first three quarters, the deal doesn't make sense," he said, without blinking.The elegant man across from him opened his mouth to respond—but a knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Eros clenched his jaw."Pierre, I already told you I didn't want interruptions," he growled, without looking up from the document.But the door opened anyway."Well, if the busiest businessman in Paris doesn't make time for lunch, someone has to bring him food—and that someone should be his wife," said a sweet, playful voice.Eros held his breath—because when he looked, Lucy was standing in the doorway, two paper bags in one hand and a smile that made his stomach flutter without warning. She wore a fitted dress, the kind that looked painted onto h

C89 – HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU.Shortly after, Eros picked up the phone without releasing Lucy from his waist."Pierre, bring my wife some clothes." He hung up before the assistant could respond.Lucy buried her face in her hands."Holy God, Eros! How am I supposed to leave now? They're definitely going to figure out that you and I—that you and I—"He laughed and pulled her against his chest."They won't say anything—unless they want to be fired. I won't tolerate gossip about my wife." He kissed her forehead, then grabbed a small towel to dry her damp hair.Because yes, Eros had a full bedroom in his office.Lucy let him pamper her. The truth was, she liked it—even though her cheeks still burned from what she'd confessed."Eros…" she murmured, turning toward him. "What I said… it's true. It wasn't just in the moment. I—"He silenced her with a soft kiss."You don't have to explain, little bunny… Besides, you just gave me a thousand years of life with that confession."She smiled and care