Zeke's POV I woke up feeling an unusual warmth and softness around me. Stirring awake, my eyes fell on Kamille, perfectly snuggled in my arms, her face peaceful in sleep. My gaze roamed over her delicate features, her smooth skin, and I couldn’t help but recall the night before. The memory of how we had come together with such intensity and passion made me smile. I had tried to control myself, but the moment I realized she wanted me just as much, I lost all restraint. Now, looking at her, all I desired was to replay everything that had transpired between us.I picked up my phone and sent a message to Mr. Rogers. We would need new sets of clothes as my eyes settled on the clothes strewn across the floor of the room.Kamille stirred and slowly opened her eyes, meeting my gaze. “How long have you been awake?” she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.“Not long,” I replied with a smile.She returned my smile, but then sighed. “I have to go meet the kids,” she said, starting to sit up.“Oka
Ellen's POVI stared out the window as my father and I drove towards the outskirts of town. It had been a long time since I had left town and I certainly did not think that I would be leaving this way. I did not expect that good-for-nothing lawyer to come and try to mess things up.I took a breath and turned to my father. “Dad,” I finally broke the silence, my voice clear and audible, “What exactly is the situation with the lawyer?”Father sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on the road. “He was caught trying to sneak out of the hospital grounds to meet with Kamille. We’ve put enough security around him now, so he won’t be able to reach out to Kamille again. But surprisingly, the latest report says he’s lost his memory.”I felt a flicker of relief, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion. “That’s great, but if he’s lost his memory, then who the hell sent a message to Kamille?”“That’s what we’re going to find out.” His voice was firm, a resolve I knew all too well.We continued in silence
Ellen's POVI sat across from my father in his study, the flickering light from the fireplace casting shadows on the walls. His revelation still hung in the air between us, like a dark veil resisting tear and wear.“How the hell is she a Manor?” I demanded, my voice shaking with disbelief.My father’s eyes met mine, steady and calm. “Remember the story I told you about your Aunt Fiona’s baby and your Grandma Monica coming home with an adopted baby?”I felt a chill run down my spine as the pieces of a long-buried puzzle began to fit together. “The baby didn’t die,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.My father nodded. “Exactly.”Dumbfounded, I struggled to process this new information. Kamille, the woman I had come to despise, was actually family. Why would Grandma Monica do such a thing?As if reading my thoughts, my father continued. “Your Grandma Monica couldn’t bear to tell the world that her granddaughter was the daughter of a mere security guard. She didn’t want the stigma that
Kamille's POVSitting at the table in my study, the flickering light from my laptop screen cast shadows across the room. My heart rammed hard in my chest as I scrolled through the latest press releases about my reappearance. The media was relentless. I was in every tabloid. Every blog post had a picture of either myself or myself together with Zeke. I know this was the desired effect, but somehow I began to feel a little uneasy about it."Gabriel's release was already underway since Kamille was presumed dead," the new Manor family lawyer declared in one clip, his voice smug. "But her resurfacing means she was the one behind the release of those videos. This is a direct attack, and the family will fight back—legally, of course." He added.His laughter echoed in my ears, a cold, mirthless sound that irritated me. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. Was this really worth it? The lawyer's words replayed in my mind. Was my comeback into society important at this point? I t
Zeke's POVDriving myself to Kamille's house, I couldn’t help but beat myself up over how I’d handled the situation. I was in the middle of a video meeting with some high-profile investors when Rogers kept interrupting me with reports. He had said there was an emergency call from my security team. Annoyed and distracted, I told Rogers to handle it. I thought it was just another minor issue, something that could wait. A few minutes later, he returned, looking pale, with Kamille’s call. That’s when I realized things were serious. Excusing myself, I ended the meeting immediately.Meeting Rogers outside my office, his words hit me like a truck. "Your kids have been kidnapped. They got into an accident, and an ambulance came out of nowhere and disappeared without a trace," he said, his voice trembling.My face went red with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me how serious this was?” I scolded him.“I tried, Mr. Reid, but you were in the meeting…”“Damn, the meeting!” I snapped, grabbing my pho
Ellen's POVI stared at the screen, with deep hatred in both my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched the captured scenes where Zeke was gentle, nice, and very attentive to all of Kamille's needs. She was one hell of a bitch, and oh, she got balls to show up at dinners when she was supposed to be dead. “Father,” I called out again. “How can Zeke take Kamille out when I'm still in his house? How can he do that to me?”My father’s eyes never left the screen, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. “The more reason our revenge should be done in silence so that when it hits, it will have a loud and long-lasting impact on them.”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay, Father.” I forced myself to look back at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Kamille’s face filled the television, and I sneered, “Pathetic. She always finds a way to make everything about her, doesn’t she?”Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, my hands shaking. “Hello Becky,”“Hello El, have you
Zeke's POVThat sly bitch had something cooking all along.I kept the little item I had retrieved from Ellen's room earlier on the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The hot water running down my body did little to ease the tension in my muscles, but it was a start.Refreshed, I changed into a light shirt and comfortable pants, then stepped out of my closet. I walked over to the bed and picked up the pocket photograph of my kids. This photo had gone missing from my room a few months back, little did I know that Ellen had it all along. The photograph was right in my room, but since she got it anyway, it only meant one obvious thing.That meant someone in my house was feeding her information. She had known about the existence of my children all along. This was enough proof for me that Ellen and her father were behind the kidnapping of my kids.Earlier on after I had arrived at the mansion, I had barged into her room hoping to find her there, but she wasn't. I had Andrew, my Chief
Kamille's POVI stirred awake feeling better than the day before, but something felt off. My eyes were heavy, probably because I had slept for so long. I forced them open and sat up in bed, taking in my surroundings. Zeke's penthouse.Then, the memories of yesterday came flooding back. My kids were in danger, kidnapped, and I didn’t know where they were. How could I have slept so comfortably all through the night?Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I blinked them away. I had to be strong enough for them. If I was going to find them, then I would need all the composure I could muster up. I hurried into the bathroom, desperate to wash away the fear and guilt clinging to me. The hot water cascaded over me, but it did little to soothe my anxiety. After drying off, I slipped into a light shirt and shorts that Zeke had provided. He was always making available things in time of need and I could not help but begin to feel comfortable with it.I stepped out of the closet and back into th