Chapter 5 Seduction

Chapter 5

AMAZING SIGHT TO BEHOLD

Luciano stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes sweeping over Camille as she adjusted her dress one last time. The sight before him made something stir deep inside him-desire, admiration, and an unsettling sense of pride.

She looked breathtaking.

Draped in an elegant black gown that accentuated every curve, her beauty was striking, commanding attention with effortless grace. She wasn't just dressed for the gala-she looked like she owned it.

Luciano's gaze darkened as he took a slow step forward. "You look..." he paused, searching for the right words before settling on, "Perfect."

Camille blinked, startled by the unexpected compliment.

Before she could recover, Luciano turned to Mrs. Romano and gave her a rare nod of approval. "You've outdone yourself."

Mrs. Romano smiled knowingly, stepping back as if sensing the moment between them was no longer meant for an audience.

Luciano extended his arm. "Shall we?"

Camille hesitated. She had planned to ignore him, to make this night as difficult as possible for him. But seeing him look at her -possessive yet oddly proud-made her second-guess herself.

To her surprise, she slipped her hand into his.

For the first time since their forced marriage, they looked like a real couple.

Even Luciano, who prided himself on control, felt something shift.

The weight of her hand in his, the warmth of her skin-it was dangerous.

But tonight, they had an illusion to maintain.

THE GALA

The moment they entered, all eyes were on them.

The room was filled with powerful men and elegant women, everyone whispering in hushed voices as they watched Luciano Romano and his wife.

Camille could feel the intensity of their stares, but what caught her off guard was the way they looked at her-not with pity, not with judgment, but with admiration.

The women envied her.

The men desired her.

Luciano, standing tall beside her in his perfectly tailored suit, was equally captivating, a ruthless mafia boss, dangerously handsome, and untouchable.

Together, they looked unstoppable.

Luciano's closest associates greeted them, their admiration obvious.

"You're a lucky man, Luciano," one of his business partners said, grinning as he glanced at Camille.

Luciano smirked but said nothing. He already knew he was lucky.

But admitting it? That was another matter entirely.

Camille, aware of the attention on them, kept a composed smile on her face. If she was to be stuck in this world, she might as well play her part perfectly.

She mingled, responding with effortless charm, leaving men captivated by her elegance.

And Luciano noticed.

Every time she smiled. Every time she laughed. Every time she looked too comfortable talking to another man.

It bothered him.

His jaw clenched as he watched Camille speak with one of his business acquaintances, a well-known investor. She tilted her head slightly, laughing at something he said.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't fake.

And that made it worse.

Luciano didn't like the feeling creeping up his spine. It was foreign-possessive, irrational.

The investor leaned in closer, clearly charmed.

Luciano had seen enough.

Without warning, he placed a firm hand on Camille's waist and pulled her against him.

The investor's eyes flickered with recognition-he knew not to push his luck.

Camille turned to Luciano, her expression unreadable. "What are you doing?"

Luciano didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "I think you've entertained him enough."

She pulled back slightly, searching his eyes.

And that's when it hit her.

Luciano was jealous.

The realization made her smirk. "You can't stand seeing me with another man, can you?"

Luciano's grip tightened ever so slightly. "Watch yourself, Camille."

She tilted her head, enjoying this rare moment of power. "Or what?"

Luciano held her gaze, his voice dangerously low. "Or I'll remind you exactly who you belong to."

The ride home was tense.

Luciano didn't speak, but his sharp jaw and clenched fists gave away his mood.

Camille, arms crossed, leaned back against the leather seat, enjoying the silence.

He was angry,

But not because of her.

Because of how easily another man had made her laugh.

As they neared their estate, Luciano suddenly spoke in Russian, giving an order to the driver.

The car didn't turn toward their home.

Camille straightened. "Where are we going?"

Luciano didn't answer.

Camille's irritation flared. "Take me home, Luciano."

Still, no response.

Minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a high-end, underground club.

Camille stared at the neon-lit entrance, then back at Luciano. "You're joking."

Luciano stepped out, buttoning his suit jacket. "I never joke."

Camille remained in the car, fuming.

Luciano turned back, giving her a knowing smirk. "You're my wife, aren't you? Then come."

She wanted to refuse. God, she wants to refuse.

But stepping out was the only way to keep her dignity intact.

So she did.

The club was filled with smoke, alcohol, and lust.

Inside the VIP section, strippers danced under dim lights, their bodies moving seductively.

Camille tensed.

She had expected danger, maybe a business meeting-not this.

Luciano sat on the black leather couch, legs spread in effortless dominance.

Camille remained standing, arms crossed. "Are we done yet?"

Luciano didn't answer. His gaze flickered toward the stage, where one of the dancers locked eyes with him.

The woman-tall, blonde, and dangerously confident-moved toward them with a seductive smirk.

Camille's entire body went rigid as the dancer straddled the armrest beside Luciano, her manicured fingers tracing his shirt.

Luciano didn't stop her.

And that infuriated Camille.

The dancer leaned in, whispering something against his ear.

Luciano smirked.

Camille had seen enough.

Without a word, she turned and walked straight out of the club.

She didn't wait for him. Didn't look back.

By the time she reached the car, her blood was boiling.

She climbed in, slamming the door behind her.

Minutes later, Luciano slid into the seat beside her.

He didn't say a word.

Neither did she.

The tension between them was thick, but neither wanted to acknowledge it.

When they arrived home, Camille stormed upstairs and straight into her room.

She didn't wait for him, didn't care if he followed.

She just wanted to be alone.

And Luciano, knowing what he did kept quiet and let her go without any argument.