From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 115

**Storm Behind Sleeps**

**Chapter 1**

For a decade, I had stood by Rhys Keller, a man whose very name sent shivers through the underbelly of the city.

But on that fateful day when he decided to shed his criminal skin and step into a world of legitimacy, I found myself standing in the shadows, watching as his crew hailed another woman as “boss lady.”

Those rough hands, once stained with the remnants of bloodshed and violence, now gently slipped canvas shoes onto a different girl’s feet.

“Camden, she’s different from you,” he declared, his voice steady yet laced with an unspoken finality.

“You can gamble everything and be with me without a ring, but she can’t.”

A wave of betrayal washed over me, but I didn’t turn back.

What Rhys remained blissfully unaware of was that my family had already orchestrated a future for me, a suitable man waiting in the wings, eager for me to give him a chance.

The moment Rhys chose to go straight, he swept me into his arms, and for hours, we lost ourselves in each other, making love with a fervor that left us both breathless.

As I gazed at the remnants of my torn underwear scattered across the floor, a mix of confusion and disbelief settled in.

“Rhys, are we preparing for the apocalypse or something?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious.

The urgency with which he had claimed me felt like a desperate farewell, as if we were racing against time itself.

Afterward, he leaned back, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his eyelids heavy with pleasure.

“Camden, if I were to break things off with you…”

“You wouldn’t pull some dramatic stunt on me, would you?”

Though he chuckled, the chill that crept down my spine betrayed the gravity of his words.

After a decade by his side, I had come to understand the nuances of his temperament. Rhys had a penchant for women who were both submissive and fiercely independent, and I fit that mold perfectly.

Just like now—I took the half-smoked cigarette from his hand, suppressing the storm of emotions swirling within me, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

“Rhys, do you think I’m still that naïve eighteen-year-old?”

If I were still that girl in canvas shoes, I would have demanded answers, clinging to the hope of his devotion without considering my own worth.

But now, at twenty-eight, the weight of reality pressed down on me.

I felt a lump form in my throat, unable to articulate the turmoil churning inside.

Rhys, sensing my distress, ruffled my hair affectionately and extinguished the cigarette before it could burn my fingers.

“Camden, maybe it’s best we end things here.”

“Quit smoking too. Stop treating your body like it’s disposable.”

“We’re not kids anymore. We can’t keep living this way.”

His words hung in the air, and I was left momentarily speechless, grappling with the enormity of what he was suggesting.

**Chapter 1**

Breaking up at twenty-eight felt like a cruel game—whoever shed tears first lost everything.

My ruined makeup mirrored the turmoil within, and I feigned nonchalance as I picked up my jacket from the floor, preparing to leave.

But in a swift motion, Rhys reached out, his long arm encircling me, pulling me back into his warm embrace.

Outside, the sky darkened, storm clouds swirling like ink blots, threatening to unleash their fury.

His lips brushed against my spine as he deftly adjusted the straps of my dress, a familiar gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

He nibbled on my earlobe, a playful habit, and whispered, “Do you hear that?”

I remained silent, but he didn’t seem to mind.

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