Semua Bab Promised to the Mafia Devil: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Camila’s POVI woke feeling rested for the first time in weeks.My mind was clear, and my body didn’t ache from another night of broken sleep. I smiled faintly at the ceiling before remembering that Clara and her friends were coming over.The excitement quickly faded.What if Dante liked one of them?What if he looked at them the way he looked at me and realized he could have someone better?I glanced toward his side of the bed.Empty.That wasn’t unusual, but at least he must have slept after everything that happened with Lucia.A leather journal rested on his desk.I stared at it for a moment.I wanted to know what he wrote inside, but I wasn’t going to invade his privacy. Dante had barely started trusting me. Reading his journal would destroy that progress.I climbed out of bed and changed into something warmer. Winter was settling over the city, and the air had become colder every morning.When I returned to the hallway, Dante was standing near the entrance without a shirt.“Put s

Camila’s POV“Hey, Elias.”I smiled as I sat beside him, but he only gave me a brief, tired look.Then I remembered what had happened at the ball.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.Elias finally looked at me. “It wasn’t your fault.”“I know, but I still feel terrible.”He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m angry because you survived and she didn’t.”The pain in his eyes made my chest tighten.“I almost didn’t survive.”I touched the bandage on my neck.Elias looked at it and shook his head. “I knew Dante wouldn’t do it.”“How?”He glanced at me as if the answer should have been obvious. “You really thought he was going to kill you?”“I thought I was going to die. He had no reason to spare me.”Elias laughed under his breath. “You and Dante are both blind.”“Blind?”“You don’t see what’s obvious to everyone else.”Before I could ask what he meant, Dante jogged toward us. He was still wearing his suit, though his tie was loosened and his expression was tense.“Elias, can you wrap my hands?”E

Dante’s POVCamila fell asleep soon after our conversation.I didn’t blame her. She had probably been waiting for me to arrive before allowing herself to rest.A quiet snore escaped her, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.It was the little things about her that kept pulling me in. The way her eyes brightened when she was happy. The way she frowned whenever she was thinking. The softness in her voice when she spoke about the people she loved.I could watch her all day and still find something new to notice.She began shifting beneath the blankets.A nightmare.“Camila,” I whispered, trying to wake her gently.“Stop,” she mumbled.Her hand reached for my arm and pulled it around her waist.I smiled quietly.She was stronger than people gave her credit for, especially when she wanted something.I had never imagined myself lying in a woman’s bed simply because I wanted to hold her. I had never expected to feel peaceful beside someone.But Camila was slowly finding her way

Camila’s POVClara, Ruby, and Priya dragged me into a nightclub even though I had no interest in going.I would have preferred waiting for Dante to come home and then going straight to bed. Instead, I was dressed for a night of drinking, dancing, and embarrassing myself in front of strangers.We handed over our fake IDs at the entrance and made our way inside.“I think this dress is too short,” I muttered, tugging at the hem. “Dante is going to kill me.”“Stop letting Dante decide what you wear,” Clara said. “You look amazing. Show it off.”Before I could answer, Priya suddenly grabbed Ruby’s arm.“Oh my God. Look at those guys.”We turned toward a table where four men sat smoking despite the large no-smoking sign on the wall behind them.“Classy,” I muttered.Ruby grinned. “Let’s get their attention.”She pulled us toward the dance floor.“No.” I shook my head. “I’m engaged. I don’t want other men looking at me.”“Then dance for yourself,” Clara said. “You’re allowed to have fun.”Pr

Camila’s POV“Dante,” I called in a deliberately sweet voice from outside his office.“What?”His reply was sharp enough to make me stop.He had been angry for days, and I was tired of trying to figure out why.“Forget it,” I muttered, turning away.If he didn’t want to be kind, I wasn’t going to beg for his attention.I returned to my room and opened the laptop Dante had bought for me when I first moved into the estate. Technically, he had forced me to move in, but the computer was still mine.I searched for private schools and chose one connected to a medical college. If I had to stay in this world, I wanted something that could lead me toward the future I had always imagined.I submitted the application using Dante’s bank card.He would find out eventually.I just hoped he wouldn’t care enough to stop me.After that, I sat on my bed and waited for a response.An hour later, my laptop chimed.I nearly fell off the bed reaching for it.My application had been accepted.I stared at th