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Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

After a fatal betrayal by her own family, a woman unexpectedly wakes up in the body of an heiress. To uncover the truth behind her death and exact revenge, she enters a dangerous contract marriage with her former greatest rival, a cold mafia boss. As they navigate a web of secrets and lethal conspiracies, their fake alliance sparks a genuine, perilous passion. She must survive his world while hiding her true identity to win her war.
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Chapter 5

“We lay to rest today Mrs Camilia Armandez, a woman of strength, dignity and honour. May she have a peaceful departure and may her soul find comfort in the afterlife “. The priest declared.

Next to him was a wide hole that measured almost seven feet deep. He raised one hand above it and in the other, he held a Bible as he quoted departure scriptures and heart-throbbing statements.

Camilia leaned on a tree as she watched her former self being laid in the ground. Although she stood afar to avoid raising questions and causing a scene, she could clearly feel the tension and grief in the graveyard.

“I thought we were going to be together forever. How could you do this to me?? Why did you break the promise you made?” Rosita said sobbing uncontrollably. She went on her knees facing the grave “ After father left, I had no one to rely on except you…you are the only family I have. Please come back to me…I cannot live without you “ Rosita wept.

Camilia's heart bled at the sight of her weeping sister. The last time she saw Rosita in that situation was when their father died eight years ago. Camilia had been the one comforting her but now, Rosita was all alone.

“Please forgive me sis…I cannot be there this time around, I have my own battles to fight” She said, fighting back the tears.

Camilia looked around, searching for a little hope. Maybe his presence would relax her a bit.

She sighed…what was she even expecting

The mourners were few, just some distant relatives, Rosita's friends and a few socialites. Camilia had no close friends, she only spent time with Rosita and Anthony.

“ He did not even come. I thought our love was stronger than this!” Her heart stung, she cried covering her mouth with her hands in order not to make a noise.

A part of her was already dead and it wasn't coming back.

The service ended, they all said final prayers and threw roses into the grave and slowly they left. Camilia quickly covered her face with a black scarf as her mourners passed by.

“Imagine…all this time I actually admired her” One of the women scoffed.

“Me too”. Another replied.

“She always acted so angelic and perfect, she even rejected all our invites and friendship gestures…such pride!”

“What kind of a woman plots to kill her own husband? She really had us all fooled” .

“At least she got what she deserved, let's see how she would plot another attack in the grave”.

They all nodded as they walked away, their daughters echoing in Camilia's head.

Camilia swallowed hard, her legs nearly gave out. She wiped a tear from her eyes as she stared at her grave. She watched a maid help Rosita to her feet and gently guide her to a waiting car. The car drove off and Camilia was the only person left behind. She remained still for some minutes reminiscing her past life and time with her family.

As she was about walking towards the grave, she saw a bright light. She looked closer and realized it was the headlight of a car. Camilia's breath caught,her chest tightened. She quickly hid herself behind the tree as a black Mercedes rolled into the graveyard.

“Anthony” She mumured, a smile came across her face.

She peeked through the low branches of the tree as the car door opened. A tall man wearing a black suit stepped out, his hair was styled backwards and he held a bouquet of flowers. Together with one of his men, he walked towards Camilia's grave.

Camilia's smile withered and it turned into a frown

“Donatello?” she spat. “ What is that bastard doing here?”.

Donatello squared, he placed the bouquet of lilies gently on the mound of dirt and ran his hand across the headstone that read

‘Camilia Armandez, forever in our hearts’ .

Camilia couldn't quite make out his expression as he faced the grave and could only see his back. She stretched her body, holding one of the tree branches tightly. The fragile branch snapped due to Camilia's weight on it.

She quickly hid at the back of the tree. She squatted hoping Donatello didn't hear the sound. Camilia sat there for a while and when she was sure that she would not get caught, she stood up and turned to the grave.

Camilia was stunned to realize it was empty.

“Where did he go?” She thought to herself.

Immediately, someone grabbed her hand and forcefully pinned her to the tree.

“You!” he said, his cold eyes piercing through her soul.

He held her neck firmly “ what are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking the question” Camilia said as she struggled to remove Donatello's hand from her neck, her lungs begging for air.

“You made a big mistake coming here. Does not matter how much you try to hide it…I know who you are!” He smirked but his grip only grew tighter.

Camilia felt all her strength leaving her body.

“Is this it? Is this really how it all ends?” She asked herself as her life began to slip away.

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