Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia’s Temporary Bride : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Storming to the bed, Camilla moved to her side and crawled in. The comforter was with her. When the lights went off, she expected Alek to reach for it or crash the barrier like he did on the first day, but none of that happened. Sleep finally pulled her under. When she woke up, the barrier was still between them.Camilla got out of bed and saw Alek’s side was empty. They were supposed to train together. He couldn’t have left without her, right? Her husband couldn’t be that petty. The bathroom door opened, and Alek stepped out. Water rolled down his face, dotting the front of his chest. She gulped.“There’s no training today,” he muttered.“Why?” Camilla asked. Alek continued to the closet and pulled out his training vest. They had never cancelled trainings except that one time and on Sundays because they had to attend morning mass. “Why, Alek?” He was dressed in his tearing gear. She was ce

Maksim had no idea what he was doing anymore. He was still pissed, but he couldn’t understand it. Seeing Camilla be so free with Vanya had twisted something dark and vengeful inside him. He didn’t forgive her for giving another man the liberty of calling her by a name he thought was reserved for only him. For laughing with Vanya or even daring to hug him. All of that while he watched them, his initial excitement about getting her to do what she claimed to miss so much dying so slowly. Her breakdown in his office, and the silent treatment showed he had gone too far with his anger, but why should he care? She called him miserable. That was what vile people did. They hurt others, so he was following her script. His eyes flicked to the screen where her last movie was playing. Common interest his foot. Maksim was watching movies she starred in, so Vanya wouldn’t use it as an excuse to distract her. His gaze lowered to the so-called

Camilla was at the casino when Maksim finally found her. That tightness in his chest waned on seeing his wife was fine, even if amid a gambling crowd. Hiding in the darkness to watch them, he groaned when someone stopped in front of him. Mila Fucking Petrov. He dismissed the Petrov daughters as soon as he could, but here she was. What did she want? She didn’t want the marriage as well. Camilla did both of them a favour, even if Mila’s father might think otherwise.“Hey,” Mila said, touching her platinum blonde hair. Her green eyes might have bewitched other men, but Maksim had never seen her as anything more than a means to an end. “We didn’t get a chance to talk or say hi to your wife. She’s pretty.”“Is that really why you are here?” Maksim grunted. Mila blushed, her gaze lowering. How could he have spent the rest of his life with this woman? Her shyness annoyed him. At least Ca

A scream woke Camilla up. She blinked slowly at the person in front of her. Doris had a hand over her mouth and the other pointed at the bed. Camilla tried to sit up, but the stickiness between her legs made her reconsider the decision. The cover was already off, so she saw the bloodstains on the bed. A scream tore out of her throat. She was bleeding. She. Was. Bleeding. Doris jumped on the bed to hold her until she calmed down. “Oh, Madam Camilla.” She placed a hand on Camilla’s flat belly. “The baby. This is bad. This is really bad.”Her words snapped Camilla back to reality. There was no baby. But the cramps, mood swings, odd bloating, and nausea. Oh God. Her period was finally here. She tried to tell Doris this, but her stomach knotted and she clutched it as pain spread through her. The housekeeper shot out of the bed, her head shaking softly. Racing to the door, she stopped to say, “I go call Mr M

Camilla wasn’t talking to Maksim. Hours had passed since their last conversation in the car, and she hadn’t breathed a word in his direction. At least she called him Alek, and Papa had been informed about the baby. His phone rang. He stared at it, trying to make sense of the letters that formed a name on his screen. It took minutes for him to register the name. Vanya. He massaged his forehead, delaying to answer the call. When he did, none of them spoke. His chest was heavy, like someone thrice his size was sitting on it. He was trying to help her. Why didn’t she see it that way? Maksim was not vile, just a secretive man. No one knew his plans, not even Doris or Ivan. If Camilla had known, her shock might not have been the same. No one doubted his story about them losing their baby, not with Doris telling everyone in the house how pale his wife had gone or how loud she screamed when she saw the blood. The reaction had to be natural, not acted.Vanya cleared his throat, and the phon