Hundred and twenty three

Chris's POV

“Come to me, let's get out of here," I said with my hands stretched out towards Kamille, despite Zeke's deadly glares.

Earlier on, I stood outside the grand Manor mansion. My men moved swiftly with precise and accurate actions. We had already dealt with the outer perimeter—Zeke’s security, the Manor family’s guards, and even the police who had dared to interfere.

I never expected to have the grand reception in the living room. In that instant, only one thing nudged in my mind and that was to blow up the place with everyone in it.

That way, Zeke would be dealt with, alongside his troublesome brothers and his little bitch with her greedy father. But Kamille's kids were here.

She may never open up to me with her kids gone. Backing away from Zeke only proved that she too had seen the video Ellen released.

I turned to Kamille, locking eyes with her. Her confusion deepened, her voice barely a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

I took a step closer to her, she flinched backwar