Gavriel's POV
"Nolan you're here," I exclaimed, looking up to see my son staring at me weirdly then back at Camille in my arms.
I didn't want to let her go. The paparazzi were a nuisance. If I wasn't so pissed, I could have thought that how they surrounded me yet kept their distance because they were afraid was hilarious.
But it wasn't fucking hilarious.
One minute, Camille was with me, the next, I was getting a text from her, saying she called Toby and she was going into the hospital.
I hoped to death that she wasn't going after Victoria. I had seen the crazy witch smiling behind the paparazzi and then going off into the hospital. It was one of her weapons. The press.
Giving Camille one last squeeze, I pulled away and turned to Nolan.
"Caldwell would k
Camille's POVI stared at the device in my hand. It was one of the old phones I had used years ago and apparently, it still worked quite well.I curled my lips in disgust, remembering what had happened to my phone.Alan Johnson was lying about being sick. The doctors were in on the trick as well. It just made me wonder who else was involved in the whole scheme.Who else, aside Victoria.It was barely noon. I was curled up on my bed, waiting for Gavriel’s text. I wasn’t exactly happy that he had sent me off, but I figured he wanted some alone time with Nolan. That only made it harder to bear. I had to tell him about Nolan being all creepy.Gav had been surprised to see him. That meant Nolan had somehow walked into the hospital without his father noticing. He might have arrive
Camille’s POV“Are you scared, Camille?”Nolan. It was his voice. Except it wasn’t the one I was used to. It was harsh, low and taunting. As if he were toying with me.“N-Nolan?” I stuttered, breathless and scared shitless.“One and only, baby,,” He murmured. His breath fell on my ears when he leaned closer. Alarm bells went off in my head. “Were you scared?”I swallowed, unable to move my body. I did not want to turn around. The ringing in my ears had dulled and there was a headache threatening to split my head in half. I had hit my head too hard on the wall, But the man behind me did not seek to care.“Come on, Camylove,”Ew, Camylove?“Answer me,” He bit my ear lobe and a sh
Gavriel's POV"Can I get you hunks anything else?" The female bartender, a woman in her forties slid over the counter to us, tossing a wink.I chugged down my glass of scotch and handed it over to her, tipping my head."How about another refill?""Another? Isn't that like your tenth one?""She's right, Donovan," Caldwell said, nudging my shoulders. "Ease up on the drinks,""Drink?" I scoffed. "It'll take at least fifty of that to get me drunk. The alcohol is watered down as fu-""He'll have two glasses more and that's it," Caldwell interrupted, giving the bartender one of his winning smiles.We had stumbled on this bar during our college days. Cheap alcohol. A place to sit and talk. There was something about it that kept me coming whenever we we
Camille's POVI climbed down the chair and rushed towards Gav. He met me halfway with a long stride and scooped me up into his arms.I brushed my face deeper into his warmth, wishing I could stay there forever, safe and happy.One of his hands caressed my hair, pushing it aside so he can see my face and the bruise on my neck. I looked up to see fierce hazel eyes narrowed in anger. He traced the bruise with his fingers and I winced in pain."Who did this?"Who indeed.Alan Johnson.And his son, Nolan. "Who, Camille? Talk to me," He sounded agitated, he cupped my face, stroking it with his thumb. Should I tell him about Nolan? My skin crawled in disgust just at the thought of his name. Would Gav
Gavriel's POVCamille mumbled something in her sleep, burying her face deeper into her pillow and I smiled at the adorable sight. What could my kitten be dreaming about?I leaned back in my chair, sighing with contentment while my eyes ran over her body. Her hair was splayed behind her, all over the pillow. She faced me, lying on her side.I hadn't meant to watch her like some obsessive creep. But I had woken up earlier to use the bathroom, and Camille had to be the eighth wonder of the world. I couldn't fucking look away.Not with half her body sticking out of the covers. Her lips were slightly parted, the sweet pink bows, full as ever. And soft. Soft and pliant and willing.And so fucking delicious.I could feel my body slowly stir awake, pushing for more. We had to return to New York t
Camille's POV"Camille, just pick a dress already," Megan groaned, dropping on my bed. "You're going to court, not a fashion show.""I know," I scoffed, holding up two dresses in front of the mirror. "That's exactly why I need to be careful what to wear right? I don't want the jury ruling against Gavriel because I look like a hobo."It had been a week since the whole fiasco with Alan. And Nolan, but frankly, we don't talk about that. I would rather not talk about that.I hadn't seen him around after the walk to Megan's home. I had feared that I would see him regularly at work since he had said he was interested in taking over the family business. But he did not show up all week and I was fine with that."This isn't a movie, Camille. I doubt anyone would notice what you're wearing. All they're interested in is Gavriel,"
Camille's POVShit.Gavriel scrambled away from me as if I had burned him. I looked up to see the look of shock on his face as he stared at his son."N-Nolan,"The man at the door gritted his teeth in a loud irritation that terrified the crap out of me. Suddenly I felt too vulnerable, naked. I reached for the blanket on the bed and tried to wrap it around me. That somehow seemed to trigger Nolan and he moved."You bitch!" He bellowed, storming towards us. Gavriel stepped before me, shielding me away from him. "This was why you said no to me? You were fucking my father?! How dare you?!"*Nolan," Gav called, a stern look on his face. He grabbed his pants and yanked them on. "Nolan, calm down."Nolan let out a loud yell of frustration, glancing around the room furtively. I watched him rush towards a gl
Gavriel's POVThere had to be nothing more painful in life than hearing your son say he would never forgive you. I watched Nolan walk away, stomping on the shards of glass, wood, and plastic he had created all through the hallway. There was a madness in his gait. A madness I was afraid of. I had been afraid of the minute he was returned to me after Victoria kidnapped him years ago."Nolan," I called out but hell, it sounded feeble to my ears, too. What could I possibly say that would make him calm down?I dragged a hand down my face. There was a constant headache threatening to split my head in two. I could have done better. I could have handled it better! What the hell was wrong with me, dammit!No, I clenched my jaw, staring at the shards all over the floor. I tried. I fucking tried. I had to protect Camille. The wo
Gavriel's POV"Oof!" I grunted when Camille threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sobbing into my chest.Her tears made me feel like an asshole. I heard her. All while I was stuck in the damned coma, I heard her talk to me. Her voice was mostly muted and I could barely hear the words properly. But I heard enough snippets that made me ache desperately to see her again."Miss, give us a minute and you can hog him to yourself later," The doctor examining me said with a chuckle, trying to pry Camille off.She refused to let go and I grinned. I feared I would never see her again. That somehow I would lose her. With my free hand, I brushed her hair, murmuring in her ears."I'm sorry darling. I should have woken sooner,""No, no," She sniffed, looking up at me with red-rimm
Camille's POV"Miss Caldwell, what would you say about the current health situation of Mr Donovan?"Oh great, the press was here. I hadn't noticed them gathering in clusters until I was out of the car. I had gone out to get something to eat. It was noon and I hadn't eaten since noon the previous day. I hadn't wanted to leave Gavriel's side. It wasn't until my eyes felt dizzy and I was certain I would pass out that I had tried to find a diner.Two burgers later and a diet coke in the parcel bag clutched tightly between my fingers, I was standing before some twenty reporters waving their microphones and cameras at me.I had almost forgotten they existed. "What are your remarks on the scandal?""Did you know Gavriel Donovan had a twin brother?"My eyes widened on the
Third POVVictoria Harrington was done.Done with holding back. Done with keeping up with the mess in her head. She was a dripping mess. It had taken a few trial and error to escape the policemen. They could be incredibly dumb when it came to handling a woman who wanted to pee.Sure she ended up shooting a policeman in the leg and got slammed against the van that was supposed to transport her, but it was just a mere sacrifice she had to make.Right before her was the bane of her existence. Two of them. Gavriel, her ex-husband, and his young stupid lover. Anger surged through Victoria and she gripped the gun tighter, pointing it right at Camille."Victoria," Gavriel's deep voice filled the quiet wardroom. "Put down the gun,"If Nolan hadn't come to pick her up while she escaped the police van, she probably
Camille's POV"Are you sure you will be fine on your own?"The woman who helped me the night before was Faye. She had heard my screams while she was in her home and had looked out the window to see what was going on. She hadn't wasted time rushing out of the house and driving down the road like she was some passerby.I would always be grateful to her. She didn't just drop me off at the police station and be on her merry way. She dropped a witness statement that I had been kidnapped and a team of police was sent to retrieve Nolan while I gave my report and the recordings of what had happened with Gavriel.We stayed overnight at the station. The team sent after Nolan returned empty-handed stating that the building had been abandoned. Of course, he ran away. Faye had stayed with me today until the evening. She had been a darling. 
Gavriel's POVThe first time I felt hunger in the true sense of it, was when I was sixteen. It had been two days after my birthday and I had escaped one of the foster homes the government had tossed me in. I spent the night in an alley. Found a spot behind a pillar to rest and woke the next morning to some barman chasing me away with a stick.That morning, my stomach felt empty. It growled and grumbled but I couldn't get anything to eat. Not in the trash cans and certainly not from the kindness of strangers. By noon, my mouth was dry, my insides were hot. The next day, my arms and legs were useless, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my tongue. I had a maddening headache and everything started to look tasty.That was hunger. Sixteen-year-old me would not have survived if Old Robert hadn't found me.
Third POVGerard Donovan drove his car over the uneven road and let out a series of curses as his car dipped into a pothole and then crossed over a tree root. He would never for the life of him understand why Victoria had picked the warehouse hidden in the woods when one of Gavriel's safe houses would have worked just fine.His brother had to have safe houses right? Didn't rich people with so much money invest in that type of shit? Gerard wouldn't know seeing that his entire adulthood had been ripped away from him.By his parents. By his brother. And by the two policemen who stuffed him in their car at the age of fifteen and carted him off to jail. His life had changed after that.While in prison, he had heard news about his brother. Gavriel considered himself too holy to visit him and so for thirty years, Gerard watched his brother grow on TV in the
Camille's POVWhen I regained consciousness, my head felt so heavy. There was a loud pounding sound that filled my entire head and had me groaning in pain. Opening my eyes burned. It felt as though someone had taped them shut and rippling the eyelids apart was pure hell.When I managed to open them, I breathed heavily. Everything was a blur due to the tears that had gathered from the pain. I blinked them away rapidly, trying to focus.There was a ceiling. White ceilings that connected to green walls and then some rustic brown rug. It wasn't my taste, but it wasn't bad to look at. I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the headache that threatened to pound my brain to mush. Where was I?What happened? The last thing I remembered was... Shit!Nolan had hit me! The bastard rammed my car lik
Camille's POVI clasped a hand over my mouth.Gavriel had a brother? I had never... I would never have thought that was possible until now. Until I saw Gerard. He never told me.I don't think Dad knew about it. Dad never mentioned Gav had a brother, but at least he knew about Victoria's existence."That's a bit cold coming from his twin brother," Victoria chuckled as if she just told a funny joke.Gerard snorted.Twin brothers. Now it made a bit more sense.At first glance, Gerard and Gavriel look exactly alike. Anyone could confuse the two of them. But I knew everything about Gavriel like the palm of my hand. That had to be why Gerard kept me shut out by the security.He didn't want me to discover this.He drove past the company,
Camille's POVHe cocked his head to the side, his eyes grazing my entire frame, from my clothes to the makeup on my face. There was no heat behind his gaze. There used to be so much behind his gaze. Was it so simple for him to turn it off and on?"I would ask how you got past security, but that would be redundant no?"I gave an airy laugh and dropped on the seat before him. "I had to. You wouldn't see me."He shrugged then resumed scanning through the document on his desk. "I believe I have made myself clear. Are you always this clingy and clueless?"The insults stung. At least now I knew how he felt when I insulted and accused him of murdering Dad."I am. You used to love it,"He scoffed. "Of course. Well I don't love it now, Miss Caldwell. And I am trying to work. See yourself out, will