All Chapters of Promised to the Mafia Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Camila’s POVBy the time I reached my father’s office, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.My footsteps echoed through the marble hallway, each one announcing my arrival. I wanted him to know I was coming. I wanted, for once, to appear brave.At the door, I hesitated.My hand rested on the brass doorknob. For a moment, I considered turning around and pretending I had never heard him call for me.Then I forced myself inside.My father sat behind his enormous wooden desk with his back to me. Empty liquor bottles crowded the surface beside scattered papers and the ashes from his cigarette. The curtains were drawn, leaving the room dim despite the late afternoon sun outside.I stood as straight as I could.“Did you ask for me, Father?”He did not turn around immediately. Smoke curled through the air between us.“You’re my youngest child,” he said at last. “My only daughter.”I waited.He finally turned his chair toward me. His expression was cold, almost bored, as

Camila’s POVI had just removed my heels when Lucia called from downstairs.“Dinner is ready!”Her voice carried through the quiet mansion.I looked at the shoes in my hand and rubbed the sore spots on my feet. The heels had looked beautiful with my dress, but after standing through the entire gala, my ankles were aching.I set the shoes beside the bed and made my way downstairs.I still did not know these people. I had spent only a few hours inside the Moretti mansion, yet I was already expected to sit at their table as if I belonged there.As I entered the dining room, I noticed a man sitting at the head of the table. His back was turned toward the doorway, but there was something intimidating about the way he held himself.He reminded me of my father.Lucia looked up and smiled. “Camila, this is my husband, Vittorio.”The man turned his head slightly.I forced a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Camila.”I sat beside Lucia, keeping my hands folded in my lap.Before anyone c

Camila’s POVDinner was quiet at first.Lucia sat beside me while Vittorio occupied the head of the table. Dante sat across from us, barely touching his food. The three of them spoke about business, the Moretti Syndicate, and people I had never met.I listened without saying anything.My thoughts kept returning to my brothers.I had never spent a full day away from them. Alejandro had always been the first person I ran to when Father became angry. Gabriel could make me laugh when I wanted to cry. Matteo, Tomas, and Nico had each found their own way of protecting me.The thought of not seeing them again made my chest ache.I placed my fork beside my plate.“Can I see my brothers?”Dante’s eyes immediately lifted toward me.The coldness in his stare made my breath catch. For a moment, I could not speak.“No.”The answer came quickly, with no hesitation.My heart sank.“Please,” I said softly. “I just want to see them.”Vittorio let out a low chuckle.Dante’s expression tightened.“What