Camille's POV
“Sure thing Caldwell,”
I stirred at the sound of that voice. And those words. What was going on?
“No, everything is fine now,” Gavriel said. “Camille is fine.”
My eyes flew open then. The room was dimly lit. The clock on my beside read 4:03 in the morning. I tried to move but I was spooned in by Gavriel. His chest was hot and pressed flat against my back. I could feel his heat on my skin despite the robe I had on.
Wait a minute. I did but remember changing into a robe. Or climbing the stairs. I must have fallen asleep downstairs while playing games with Megan and Chad.
Aww, that meant Gav had carried me up to my room. I reached up to stroke his neck when he spoke again.
“I'll tell her to call you when she wakes. Yes.
Camille's POV“Sleeping beauty's finally awake,” Chad taunted me when I descended the stairs.“Careful with the stairs, Aurora,” Megan joined him in his taunt. They laughed, shared a high five and I frowned.“Since when did you two get all chummy with each other?”“Since you slept off on us while playing charades,” Megan said, giving me a pointed look. “You snored like a horse before Mr Donovan picked you up and took you to bed.”“You guys were still awake then?” I had been crazy exhausted. I wasn't surprised that I had fallen asleep. I glanced around the living room.There was no sign of Gavriel either.“He left,” I looked up at Megan to see the knowing look on her face. “But not without
Gavriel's POVI stared at Camille in disbelief."I'm sorry," She said very quickly, rising on her feet. I watched her walk round the desk towards me, her doe eyes pleading. "I thought it could be fun. I miss clubbing Gav,""What's there to miss?" I snapped, feeling angry that she would suggest canceling dinner so she could go with some people from nowhere- "Wait a fucking minute. Are you going with Norman? That kid?""He's not a kid," She defended."Exactly. I'll bet it's all a fucking excuse to get you to himself." I growled.The jackass had gone as far as starting a fan club in Camille's name. I knew he wanted her. Damn him.Fuck I didn't need this. Just how many men would I have to fend off to make sure she remained mine? I dragged a hand through my hair, t
Camille's POVThings had started well.I had texted Linda and Norman with the news that I really would be going clubbing with them. They sent the club address and Linda said everyone was going for a black theme so I had to wear a black dress.And I had been fine with that. Black dresses were my thing. I had a lot of them.When Dane dropped me off at home, I'd first spent a good thirty minutes in the bath. I didn't want any stress lines on my face or skin and with all the frowning at the computer screen that I had done today, I needed a nice warm bath.I texted Megan asking if she would like to come along but she refused saying something about having a deadline to meet.When I finally shoved on my dress, I knew there was no way Gav would say yes to it.It was a b
Gavriel's POVI pinned the piece of shit against the wall, driving my fist into his stomach repeatedly. I had arrived to see his dirty hands on Camille. On my woman.I always knew he was up to no good. I hadn't expected that he would have a death wish as well. The sight of Camille struggling to get out of his hands while he groped at her breasts was burned in my memory."How dare you!" I snarled."Hey man, calm down! Calm down!" Someone yelled, trying to pull Norman from my grip.I tightened my hold on him, ready to pummel the screaming fool to tiny bits when Camille wrapped her arms around me, sobbing against my back as the sound tore at my chest. I dropped Norman to the ground and turned to her, pulling her to my chest."Hey, it's okay. It's okay," I whispered, stroking her hair lightly. People still d
Camille's POV"Will you be okay?"Uncle Robert stood before the cabin door, staring at me with pity in his eyes.It was the same look most people had on their faces when they attended Dad's burial earlier today. I could imagine what they all thought in their heads.The poor kid just lost her father. She's an orphan now. Others attended with a rather snobbish look on their face. Robert had told me who they were.My father's business associates. They were investors in Dad's company. And I could imagine what went on in their heads.To them, I was the new head of the company. And I didn't exactly have experience or a good reputation to run a company. I was the wild puny daughter, who only knew how to spend my father's money and had no clue how hard he worked for it."I'll be fine," I mumbled
Camille's POV"Hello, is my father in?"I looked up to see a young man standing before the desk. His gray eyes watched me warily, slowly scrutinizing my face. He looked somewhat familiar, yet I was sure I had never seen him before. I hadn't realized how long I sat there staring at him until he cleared his throat awkwardly."Oh, excuse me," I replied, rising on my feet. I blushed when his eyes fell on my heaving chest. I had worn a very low-cut top, and so my boobs strained against the fabric. "How can I help you?"He gaped at me for a minute before blinking and clearing his throat several times. "I... I'm here to see my father. Mr Donovan."My eyes widened when I finally processed what he had just said.Was he Nolan Donovan? Gav's son?Holy smokes!"N
Camille's POV"Hi Camille," Gavriel's son tossed me a smile. He looked so relaxed as if it was natural that he was supposed to be in my house."Donovan's son, can you believe it?" Dad cheered. "The last time I saw him, he was so small and skinny. Now he's just as tall as his father!"A part of me wanted to ask why he never told me Gav had a son right from the beginning.Or a wife, too.I gave them both a stiff smile and was ready to walk away when Nolan spoke up."It was nice meeting you today, Camille,"He had moved away from my Dad and walked towards me. He smelled of chicken and potatoes. His gray eyes watched me warily, and I felt bad for him.He probably didn't have anyone else to visit in New York aside from Dad. Gav must
Gavriel's POVIt exploded. A power plant at one of my labs had exploded.It had never happened. I have run my company for almost twenty years. I went to great lengths to make sure no hazards occurred. None.And yet this morning, I had gotten calls informing me that a power plant in my lab leaked, exploded, and had a worker badly battered and bruised."Gav?"Camille's voice breached through the noise in my head. She stood beside me now, her eyes watching me fearfully. "What's wrong? What happened?"Her scent, sweet and soothing, filled my nose. I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and burying my face in her heaving bosom. I groaned when her fingers reached into my hair, hesitan
Third POVThe city of New York had never felt such pomp or excitement in a long time. And that was such a profound statement because exciting things happened in New York all the time.However, there was nothing as exciting as seeing America's finest billionaire bachelor getting hitched. Gavriel Donovan had made waves in the fashion industry and even bigger waves in the media. From the scandal involving his ex-wife to his best friend's death, his exposed relationship with said best friend's daughter, and the kidnap incident he suffered some two months ago.For almost two years, the media never seemed to run out of things to discuss about Gavriel Donovan. And on that very day, before God, men and backbiters alike, Gavriel Donovan would be getting married to the love of his life.Camille Caldwell."This is bigger th
Camille's POV"Wake up, sleepy head,"I woke to murmuring in my ear, a lazy smile on my face."Good morning, baby girl," Came the deep guttural voice that teased my eyes. Hot kisses, trailed down my face, to my jaw, and then down my neck.I moaned lightly when he slid down the bed to brush his mouth against my exposed breasts."Good morning, Gavriel,"My eyes opened to see him staring up at me, his eyes bright and mischievous. The past few days had been bliss. Pure bliss."Well, look who is finally awake," He teased, holding my gaze while his tongue gave a slow hot lick over my nipples.I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at the double entendre. We had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I didn't shy away from his gaze. Instea
Camille's POVI counted every second until Gavriel walked out of the asylum and slipped into the backseat with me. His eyes were rimmed red and fear gripped me.Had something happened with Nolan?Did he get into a fight and was killed?Crap, all I could think about were gory things. There had been so much death and blood in the past two weeks that I couldn't summon a simple positive thought.At first, I wasn't sure what to ask. And what to NOT ask. What did one say to a man who visited his son in a mental hospital? I wasn't sure. And frankly, I was horrid at this sort of thing.I stuck with calling his name and taking his hand in mine. He gave a wane smile, squeezed my hand, and returned his gaze to the window while Dane pulled out of the driveway.The d
Gavriel's POV"Okay," She whispered. "That's good. You should have seen him. He was very... distraught when he saw you dying."He was?That was relieving.After a hearty lunch with her, Chad and Megan went off to who knows where. Camille climbed into bed with me, her head on my chest, while her hands stroked my chest gently."You're thinking too deeply," I murmured when she sighed. "What is it?"Her blue eyes looked up at me, flickering with concern. "Do I have to go with you to see him?"Nolan. I smiled at her and pressed my lips to her forehead. "It's fine. You don't have to come with me.""Thank you,""Oh come on," I murmured. "I wasn't going to make you come with me either way.""Re
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.