#Chapter 133: Camilla’s Insanity

Dominic POV Dominic stands at the edge of the garden, greeting the guests amidst the fragrant roses. He makes sure that his handshakes are firm, his nods precise, his smile warm enough to reassure yet cool enough to command respect. Tonight, Dominic is not merely hosting—he is presiding, and the greetings are a tally of loyalty. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be. Mafia weddings were less about love in his experience than a very public, expensive business transaction. But this one is different. He can’t help being excited, nervous even. After tonight, Aurora will be officially his forever. Around him, clusters of men in dark suits murmur among themselves, their voices threading through the music and chatter. “He carries himself like the leader he was born to be,” one of them says, low but not low enough. “His father would be proud,” says another. Dominic smirks at the mention of his father. Somehow, he doubts it.