Novels by Kaptain

“Be like who?” Hillary’s blood went hot. “Camelia? You must be kidding, right?” She scoffed, rising from her to the window side.Francis looked speechless, he knew he had crossed a wildfire."I cannot believe you just said that," Hillary spat, her voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. Her eyes glinted, not with tears, but with fury, a wildfire barely contained.Francis opened his mouth to explain, “I… I didn’t…” He stuttered but she raised her hand, silencing him. "Don’t. Don’t you dare try to explain." She turned to face him, leaning her back on the wall. "Comparing me to Camelia? Of all people, Francis. After everything. How dare you?"His face flushed, a mixture of regret and stubborn pride, but he remained silent."You know what? If you miss her so much," Hillary hissed, her voice trembling now, "maybe you should call her. Or better yet, go back to that life you clearly haven’t let go of."“Go on, she is just a door away. You can do that.” She directed towards the door.“I did

“This is Camelia's daughter,” Francis whispered to himself. The resemblance was so glaring that he figured it out immediately. “How is she so big?” He murmured, his eyes now running down the girl from head to toe. She almost seemed to be the same age as his son, Joe. His mind started to spiral at the moment; Was Camelia pregnant at the point of the divorce or did she cheat on him by getting pregnant for another?He moved closer to Angel and raised his hand to remove the hair on her face. Just as his hand touched her, the door opened and Camelia appeared at the door.“What are you doing to my daughter? Get your filthy hand off her!” She stormed towards them and pushed him aside.“I… I mistakenly entered this room.” Francis cleared his throat and tried to explain.“I see, you may leave now.” Camelia had now appeared beside her daughter, she paid no attention to him and focused on moving Angel to a more comfortable position.“Why are you still here?” She turned back to see him still st

“Mummy!” Angel's voice rang out, pure and high as she ran towards Camelia with her short and steady legs. “Angel? Why are you here?” Camelia asked quietly and her heart skipped. As she ran towards her, Camelia noticed she was out of the dress she had worn and rather had a sweater on. ‘What could have happened?’ She was extremely worried. Camelia knelt instinctively, her arms wide. Angel launched herself forward, and the two met with a force that nearly knocked Camelia back."Oh, baby," Camelia breathed into her daughter’s hair, her voice trembling. She clung to her, tears threatening to fall despite the smile on her lips. All her worry melted in that moment as they embraced each other. She never knew she needed a hug until that moment and she tried to take all her daughter's fragrance in.Camelia and Angel continued embracing themselves while Gary approached at a steady pace, his presence calm but a little overbearing but Camelia didn’t notice it.“Thank you,” she mouthed as she l

“That was my exact reaction when I saw it.” Camelia replied, sipping water from the cup.“And you are sure that it was addressed to Richard.”“I'm positive.”Gary remained quiet for some minutes, pondering over it. “You know what, let me conduct some research, I will get back to you.”She nodded, “Noted. I also have to conduct my rounds.”“Hmm… we'd meet at home.”“Alright.” Camelia was about to cut the call when his voice came through again.“Camelia…” He began, “I’m sorry about last night.”“I know, you meant well.” She had nothing to hold against him, it was his first time and he meant no harm. To be honest, she could now see from his angle. She hadn’t even begun her investigation properly and she was already involved in a mess.This case had to be approached with caution.“One more thing.” He continued and she grunted. Couldn't he say it all at once.’“Can Angel come over to the hospital today?” He asked with an extremely gentle and cautious tone.“Why? Is there something wrong?”

From her tight corner in the cabinet, Camelia remained absolutely still, her heartbeat thundering against her chest. She watched Philips as he leaned back in his chair with fingers stroking his chin gently together as his sharp eyes scanned the room again. She prayed silently that he won'tbe let to look around his office to the cabinet.Damn, Camelia! You may not be lucky this time.But, he sighed and checked his watch instead.“Damn, it's time for board meeting,” he muttered under his breath and grabbed a slim black folder from the edge of his desk, tucking it under his arm. He gave the room one last suspicious glance before heading out the door.As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall and the door clicked shut behind him, Camelia remained frozen in place for another thirty seconds. Then she carefully stepped out from the cabinet, massing her arms as they ached from the cramped position.She walked back quietly to the desk, her hand still holding on to the document with

Camelia pushed the door open and quietly walked into the office. The soft click of the latch sounded much louder in the stillness of the office. She shut the door behind her and paused. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and subtle notes of leather-bound books filled the air.As expected from Philips, the office was meticulously arranged, she noticed.“Let's see what you have to hide, Philips.” She said, still looking around.The metal cabinet near the far wall stood tall and cold, each drawer perfectly labeled. The books were lined in the shelves, neatly dusted and sorted alphabetically. The desk was pristine just like an executive’s desk.Camelia continued to stand in the room, her eyes scanning everything. She was searching and analyzing, but feeling momentarily at a loss. Where should she begin? What was she even looking for exactly? A confession? A clue? A name?Her fingers itched with urgency, and the silence seemed to grow heavier around her. She couldn’t stay long here.The d