Kamille's POVAs I sat at my desk, surrounded by paperwork and evidence, my mind drifted back to a time long ago, when I was just a child, a few years older than my own tucked-in angels in their rooms. I looked through the evidence I had gathered on Liz. Her fight is a few days away and I have to send these pieces of evidence to Amanda, so she forwards them to the blogger.I study the photos of my injuries, the fractured arms, the bruised ribs decolourized purplish red– and my heart aches with empathy as though I was feeling the pain afresh. Relishing my past hurt, my mind took me back to the days when my sisters' bullying left me battered and bruised, physically and emotionally. Each time I tried to speak up, they twisted the truth, painting me as the villain in our family drama.“Kamille, stop trying to blame your sisters for everything.” Esther Manor's voice echoes in my mind, filled with doubt and disbelief. “They're just playing around.”“But Mom, it's not fair! They're hurting
Zeke's POV Standing in front of the dresser mirror in my closet, I couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability beneath my carefully crafted facade of confidence and control. Despite how firm I thought I was, Kamille always had a way of stirring emotions in me that I did not think I would have towards her.My thoughts were consumed by her avoidance of me, her silence echoing loudly in the empty room. I longed for her response, yet the lack of it only deepened my unease. I asked myself questions as though I were in her shoe. Why would she come to see me? Why would she believe anything I say? Could she not have noticed the missing photo of her kids?The kids that look so much like me but Kamille has refused to admit my fatherhood over them I walked back into the room, as I searched for the photograph she had left behind. I had kept the photo on the bedstand but I could not find it there anymore Where could it have gone? Did someone take it, or was it simply misplaced? Frustration
Kamille's POV Time flew quickly and Friday night arrived in no time. I paced back and forth in my room, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. Was going on this dinner with Chris really necessary? He was my kid's teacher in school. As I debated whether to follow through with the plan or not, a message from an unknown number flashed on my phone screen. Hey Ms Kamille,Seven pm at the L and S cuisine.I'll be here. Whatever you decide,I'll understand.Chris. How had he managed to get hold of my home line? I wondered briefly, before realization dawned on me. Of course, he would have my parents' number from the school records. And I had linked my direct line to the home line in case of emergencies.After reading Chris's message, I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination wash over me. Giving another man a chance besides Zeke was something I had never considered before. But Chris seemed like a good person. He had an unsettling look in his eyes, but he still looked l
Kamille's POV As I picked up the call, my heart sank at the sound of Nanny Dona's distressed voice. “Royer ma'am, Royer.” She cried, her words sending a shiver down my spine.My pulse quickened, my chest tightening with fear, but I forced myself to stay calm as I asked, “Calm down Dona and talk to me. What happened?”Through her tears, Nanny Dona managed to choke out the words, “I was just reading in the living room and Royer went to use the bathroom himself so he slipped and fell. Blood…”My world came crashing down around me at her words, a wave of utter fear washing over me. Without another thought, I abruptly stood up, leaving Chris bewildered and confused as I rushed out of the restaurant in tears.My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I sprinted through the room, panic gnawing at my insides. As I raced out of the restaurant, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat echoing the frantic rhythm of my thoughts.Fear coursed through me like a torrential river, threateni
Zeke's POVAs I held Kamille in my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt, a wave of anguish washed over me. The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, tore at my heartstrings. I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me, knowing that I couldn't take away her pain, couldn't mend her broken heart.I had watched as Kamille rushed out of the restaurant, her tears flowing freely. Seeing her in such distress had stirred up a torrent of emotions within me. Arriving at her home, I helped Kamille out of the car, my heart aching at the sight of her tear-stained face and trembling hands. I had tried to maintain calm when I saw Royer's bloodied face. I have seen men bathed in blood, but none was as gruesome and painful as seeing a little boy in his own blood. Kamille's little boy.“I'm such a bad mom! If only I did not leave my kids to go for dinner, Royer would not have injured himself so badly. How could I have messed this up again?!” As she cried, her words pierced through
Kamille's POV As I gazed into Zeke's eyes, I realized how easy it was for me to trust him. His reassuring touch on my hands after the call made me question everything. Was he always like this? Or had he changed? It felt as though I was meeting him for the first time. You cannot compare who a person is when they love you and when they don't love you. Because they are two completely different people. The wise words of my grandma Monica echoed in my mind like a comforting melody. As I pondered these thoughts, questions crept into my mind like shadows in the night. Did Zeke truly love me? Could I allow myself to believe in his love completely? “Kamille, are you okay?” Zeke's voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back to the present moment. His concern was evident in the furrow of his brow and the gentle squeeze of his hand. I offered him a small smile, masking the turmoil within. “I'm fine, just tired.” “Come on. You need to rest.” He said and held me towards the private
Kamille's POVLike a whirlwind, the memory that Zeke is still married to Ellen hit me. How could I have entertained such thoughts, even for a moment? Zeke was a married man, and I was simply his ex and nothing more! What was I even thinking? I let emotions that engulfed me since Royer's accident cloud my mind.Fuck! Turning to Zeke, I managed to compose myself. “I really appreciate your gesture, but don't worry, Zeke. I'll call my friends over and over. I'm sure they'll love to help out with the kids. I don't want to inconvenience you more than I already have.”As I spoke, I located my purse that was brought in by his security alongside the kids. I take out my phone“I'll be waiting outside for you.” He said, taking a step towards the door.I was about to nod, but something inside me hesitated.Did he not hear me turn down his offer? “Zeke.” I called out. “You really do not have to stay.” I said, my voice firm. There's a moment of silence between us, his gaze searching mine for an
Ellen's POV As we stepped out of the black luxury limousine, the buzz of excitement enveloped us. I flashed a smile towards the cameras, waving graciously to those who cared. I don't give a fuck about anyone of them. Trying to keep up with my elegant poses and fake smiles, my attention was quickly diverted as I noticed the way the ladies were swooning over Gabriel. He had always been a dickhead and known for his playboy attitude. Suppressing a snort of disgust, I reminded myself to keep my feelings in check.Walking hand in hand with my father, I felt a sense of pride and anticipation. Tonight is Liz's fight day, and the atmosphere crackled with electricity. My mother, on the other hand, is linked arm in arm with Gabriel, who's basking in the attention. As we made our way into the arena, we were guided to the front row seats reserved for our family. The view was perfect, and I could feel the excitement building within me. Tonight was not just about Liz's fight; it's about suppor