Third POV
Nolan Donovan was pissed. Pissed beyond measure. He was helpless as he watched the police pry him off the woman he loved.
Love!
It was such a meaningless thing and yet he craved it like a mad man craved sanity.
Camille's eyes were slack with relief as the police covered her with a blanket, hiding the body he had dreamed of holding for several months.
"You called them!" He roared, glaring at her accusingly.
When Camille had been calm and pliant, he had thought his discipline had rendered her docile. She was so obedient, it was a dream come true.
And it had all been a lie!
"You tricked me. You tricked me you bitch,"
"Go to hell!" Camille spat, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed as she thanked the stars that the police had arrived no l
Camille's POVA scratching sound had me wide awake in the middle of the night. I gripped my covers, staring up at the ceiling in fear.What was that?Nolan? Was he trying to get inside the house again?The sound grew louder, I couldn't figure out if it was just an illusion or if it was real. I was too afraid to glance at the window where the sound was coming from. It was bolted shut. So I stayed still in bed, frozen with fear.I could still feel every hit, every smack on the face. And just yesterday, I had the horror of seeing him break into my house.I mean, come on! Just how relentless could a man be? There was a restraining order on him for goodness sake and that was because he had wiggled out of jail time.Whoever his lawyer was, I hoped he or she rot in hell. The
Camille's POV"Chad!" I yelled, happy to see the nerd for once."In the flesh," He chuckled, swiping at his hair. I was so relieved to see a familiar friendly face that I immediately hugged him. "Oof, not what I was expecting."Oh yeah. The jackass had called me a snob. I pulled away from him and jabbed him with my elbow in the side."Ow!" He groaned, stepping away, and coughed. "Now that, I expect.""You called me a snob. That was rude."He was cleaned up pretty nicely. He had a suit, a beautiful Italian outfit, and leather shoes."You're staring," he teased. "I must look blindingly handsome,"I imitated puking and rolled my eyes. "At least now I know why you're not on the dance floor either. Your nerdy talk's scaring all the women away."
Gavriel's POV"The line you're calling isn't available at the moment,"My grip tightened on the phone and my teeth grinded against each other. Busy? I knew damn well that Camille wasn't busy. She was ignoring my calls.Again.The last time we spoke was over a week ago. She had ignored my texts, ignored my calls. All I got were reports that she was fine. That was all.Well until this morning.I'd woken up to see headlines of my woman with another man. And it wasn't just any man, it was Chad.Chad fucking Martins.That was the man Caldwell had wanted her to marry and I was sure he wasn't an awful person. But it irked the hell out of me knowing that the entire world thought so too. I called Camille again.
Camille's POVAh crap, I should not have said that.That was not remotely true. Gavriel was nothing like Nolan. He wasn't some crazed maniac who didn't understand the word no. He never took me against my will.And there was the one thing that made him different from Nolan. I wanted Gavriel. I had always wanted him. And frankly, the only reason wanting him had taken a backseat lately was because Dad died.And Gavriel was a major suspect. Comparing him with his psychopathic son was unfair. But it was justifiable, right? Both Donovan men were so fucking stubborn and set in their ways."Camille, what did you mean by that? Why did you bring up Nolan?"I frowned, he didn't know his son was banned from California yet? He didn't know that the bastard had tried to kill me and well almost raped me in the whole process, did
Camille's POVI gave my hair one final curl and stared at my reflection feeling pretty good about myself. I hadn't given myself a good makeover in a while.I had my hair curled into ringlets. After two years of curling my hair in college, I had the art of curling down to perfection. I had a light dusting of foundation and powder on my face and for the final touch, a dash of red lipstick.With a pretty red dress to match, I knew I looked gorgeous. Perhaps it was a bit diabolical, however, using Chad in this manner. He was pretty good to have as a friend. I had never thought we would even be friends, I didn't exactly like him back then.But after getting to know him, he was a pretty sweet guy with an amazing sense of humor. I took one final look at my outfit and sighed. He had sounded so damned excited when I asked if he would like to go on a date with me. 
Camille's POV"You're going on another date with Chad?"I glanced away from my vanity mirror to Megan who stood by the door. I took her in. Green eyes, brown hair, looking warm and cuddly as always. My home had never felt so lovelier and I was happy to have her back in my corner again.Things were looking up. I had Megan, I had a 'supposed' relation that the media would not shut up about and Dad's company- My company - was doing fine."Yeah I am," I replied, turning my gaze back to the mirror so I could draw my eyeliner.She leaned against the door post. "You've been going out a lot with him lately,""Yeah," I replied, a little smile curving my lips. "He's okay to hang out with,""Okay?" Megan frowned. "Does Chad know his feelings aren't accepted though?"I tipped my head to the
Gavriel's POVI watched Camille tremble over my knee. Her juices drenched my fingers but I continued fucking her regardless.Ah hell, I had missed this. I missed having my fingers buried in her sweet little pussy. It felt so tight. So warm and gripping, that it drove me crazy.My cock pushed against my pants, demanding to be let out.Ah hell, I could do that. I could whip him out and get her to ride me to oblivion. Using my free hand to hold her hips in place, I watched my fingers sink in and disappear down her blisteringly hot cunt. Her greedy pussy lips held on to them every single time I tried to pull out."I'm adding another finger," I told her and chuckled when she glanced up at me, eyes wide."Gav no, that's enough, and oh fuck me!"
Camille's POV"That annoying, possessive asshole!" I hissed as I stormed into the house, fury boiling through my veins. I ran my hands through my hair, ruffling the strands, trying to shake off the invisible hold he had on me."Damn him!" I yelled, storming off to the kitchen to search the fridge for ice cream or something to soothe my anger.A very misplaced anger, but I wasn't ready to break it down yet."You're back," Megan said walking into the kitchen. She looked from me to the tub of ice cream in my hands and arched her brow. "Uh... What happened?"My face went red. I couldn't tell Megan that I'd gotten all putty in Gavriel's arms and touched myself like the slut I was.And that he had licked my juices off my fingers. My brain did a replay of the slow, sensual way his hot tongue p
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