Sean waited in the spacious foyer, he stood waiting, looking stylish and handsome. He wore a tailored navy blue suit, perfectly fitted to accentuate his broad shoulders. A crisp white shirt complemented his sun-kissed complexion, while a patterned silk tie added a touch of subtle elegance. His dark hair was styled impeccably, and his bright eyes sparkled with anticipation as he glanced at his watch for what felt like the tenth time. Soft, golden lighting illuminated the room, and the sweet scent of fresh flowers wafted from the crystal vase on the side table.Then, he heard the gentle rustle of her dress, like silk whispering against skin. Camille walked down the stairs, a vision in a bright red, floor-length gown. The dress hugged her curves, accentuating her slim waist, toned legs, and delicate shoulders. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her heart-shaped face and highlighting her sharp jawline. Her emerald eyes sparkled like gemstones, and her full lips curved into a co
Camille stared at the small, exquisite box, revealing a delicate silver necklace adorned with a tiny crystal rose.Tears streamed down her face falling like diamonds as she gazed at the gift. Sean's eyes widened, "Camille, what's wrong? Don't you like it?" he asked, his voice gentle.Camille shook her head, her long hair swaying gently."I love the necklace, Sean...but I can't accept it," she sobbed, her voice barely audible.Sean's confusion deepened."Why not?" he asked, his hand reaching out to comfort her.Camille's anguish boiled over."Why do you do this to me, Sean? You give me something so beautiful, so meaningful...it feels like you see me, truly see me. But then You're hot and cold, and I can't take it!"Sean's eyes locked onto hers,"Camille, I—"She cut him off, her voice rising."No, Sean! You can't just toy with my emotions! We're contracted, nothing more. It should stay that way!"Camille stood, her slender figure silhouetted against the moonlit. Sean rose, wanting to
Camille woke up, feeling uneasy, her mind still reeling from the previous night's events. She dreaded facing Sean, fearing awkwardness and unresolved emotions.As she hurried downstairs, she heard Sean's voice, "Good morning, Camille."She quickened her pace, muttering a hasty "Good morning" without making eye contact. Sean's footsteps approached, but Camille swiftly grabbed her bag and rushed out the door."Camille, wait!" Sean called out, but she didn't look back. "I'm sorry, I'm late for work."Jeffery, standing by the car, asked, "Shall I drive you to work, ma'am?"Camille hesitated, then shook her head. "No, thank you, Jeffery. I'll take a taxi."Jeffery raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Very well, ma'am."Camille hurried down the driveway, hailed a taxi, and slid into the backseat, exhaling deeply. She couldn't face Sean, not yet. The taxi pulled away, leaving the building.The taxi stopped at her office building, and Camille stepped out, taking a deep breath. She pushed aside her
Camille paced back and forth in her room rehearsing ways to ask Sean out for dinner. "Hey Sean, want to grab dinner sometime?" No, too casual, too friendly. "Sean, I was thinking we could discuss about.... something over dinner?" Too formal, too businesslike.She hesitated, What if he says no? What if he thinks it's a date? Ugh, why is this so hard? Her hands fluttered nervously, her fingers drumming a staccato beat on her thigh.Taking a deep breath, Camille decided to just go for it. She walked down the hallway, the soft carpet muffling her footsteps. She stopped in front of Sean's room, her hand hovering over the doorknob. A gentle knock, a soft tap-tap-tap.The door swung open, and Sean stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, urgent, "Yeah, I understand. I'll take care of it." His eyes flicked towards Camille.Camille's heart skipped a beat. "Sean, can I—"But he wasn't listening. He rushed past her, his long strides devouring the distance. His phone still clutch
Frederick's eyes narrowed, his hand rubbing his reddened cheek. "You'll pay for that, Camille," he hissed.Camille stood her ground, her heart still racing from the close call. "Pay with what?" She asked and chuckled. "You must be funny."Frederick stared at Camille, "What are you doing here?"Camille chuckled loudly, "If I could remember clearly, I owe you no explanation about my movements, Frederick." She spat."You should keep out of bar like this, it's suspicious." Frederick said leaving."You are in a bar and everyone knows about your engagement, isn't that more suspicious?" Frederick. With a snarl, Frederick turned and disappeared into the crowd.Camille took a deep breath, feeling disgusted that he just saved her. Where is Mr. Cole? Her mind went to back to Frederick, What is he doing here?The next morning.............Camille entered the dining room, greeting Sean with a cheerful smile "Good morning!" Sean's response was brief, his eyes fixed on his plate, his voice low.
Camille's frustration boiled over, but she followed the attendant, Cassie following closely behind, her mocking gaze burning into Camille's back. Camille seethed her teeth unsure what Cassie was planning but all she wanted was to get the dress quickly.The attendant led Camille to a private room, and Cassie entered, her expression sinister. As soon as Cassie was inside, another attendant locked the door from behind, trapping Camille.Camille glanced at Cassie, What is she up to? "Just give me the dress, I don't want to try it on."Cassie collected the dress from the attendant and handed it to another, who stood guard at the far end of the room.Camille's impatience grew. She tried to move towards the attendant with the dress, but more attendants blocked her path, circling her.Cassie walked to the center, a cruel smile spreading across her face. With a swift motion, she slapped Camille hard."Even on his death bed, he was still calling for you, Camille. What's so special about you?"
Chapter 36"Phew…that was a narrow escape.” Camille muttered hurrying into her office.The car got to the company before she could answer his question, and she quickly stepped down, waving at him with a sheepish smile and claiming she had work to do.“You must be funny, the boss can never be into someone like her. I'm sure she's just like one of his girlfriends he fucks and dumps.”Two female workers who walked past her murmured between themselves.They secretly glanced at her, murmuring words of laughter until they passed her by.Camille sneered at them. Her phone rang in her pocket and she brought it out to see it was Cynthia.“Hey,” Cynthia waved at Camille from a distance.“Hey, how've you been doing?” Cynthia's smile grew wide as Camille took her to a bench nearby.“I'm great.”“Sorry, I didn't inform you of my coming before now. But it seemed quite urgent, so I had to rush over myself.”Camille nodded with a chuckle, “Your call came in at the right time.”Cynthia brought out a
Tiffany's eyes locked onto the man, "Excuse me, sir! Are you the one in charge? You need to release my friend immediately!"The man ignored her, he left the officer he was speaking with and walked past Tiffany. Tiffany swiftly moved to block his path. "I'm talking to you! Release Camile now!"“How can you conclude she's a murderer? Are you all trying to frame her?”The man ignored her trying to walk past her and she blocked his path again. “Bring out all the evidence you have, I'm sure they are all just lies to detain my friend.”The man raised an eyebrow, amused by her sudden action. "Excuse me." He said, placing his words carefully. Tiffany stood firm, her hands on her hips. "Excuse you?"The man smirked, his voice dripping with confidence. "You're quite...passionate. But do you know who I am?"Tiffany's resolve wavered for a moment, his words piercing her focus. She regained her composure. Who cares who he is? All that matters is that Camile gets released. "I'm the one who can