Camille's POV
"Why are you here?" I grumbled, walking past her to take my seat. Because of the large number of stakeholders, the boardroom was built differently.
It was more like a hall with a platform. As CEO, I sat on the platform with a few chairs flunking my side and a table before me while facing several tens of chairs before me where the investors sat.
Harley walked behind me, dropped on a chair beside me, looking rather pleased for someone whom I had fired.
"Helping the company out," She shrugged.
"You were fired,"
She laughed. "I didn't get the documents cementing that, so I'd say I still pretty much remain COO. Besides, if you're going to win them over, you need me. Who do you think convinced them all to come?"
I glanced at the unsmiling faces of the investors. Even Gavr
Gavriel's POVProbation?Hell no. What the hell had she been thinking? Offering a knife to a pack of men who wanted her gone was like placing a knife in the hand of a murderer.They were bound to stab her anyway.I watched the men around cheer in approval. Damn! When Caldwell had wanted to hire a COO because he wanted to move back to New York fully and be with Camille, I had told him it wasn't a great idea. Mostly because I had thought he would be at the mercy of his employees that way. He would only know whatever they deemed fit to tell him.And James was too damned trusting.Yeah, a snarky voice in my head said. That's exactly why you were able to take his daughter right under his-"No," I snapped at myself, trying to put a rein on my thoughts. None of that ma
Camille's POVI watched Gavriel walk out and heaved a sigh of relief when the elevator moved up to the top floor. If he had stayed a minute longer, I could have given in to the crazy urge to touch his face.He had shaved this morning. I could smell the aftershave when he pinned me against the wall and I'd been hooked.It was shameful being turned on by the man suspected to have killed your father. But how could I help it? Gav was the only man who made my insides melt and quiver at the same time.When he'd grabbed my jaw, all I could think about was dropping on my knees, prying at his zipper until...The elevator doors opened.I pressed my thighs together as I wobbled to my office, trying to ease the ache that grew between them. I hadn't seen Gav in a while. I hadn't been touched, kissed, pinned down
Camille's POVThe cookout had to be one of the most amazing ideas I ever had. I hosted all the employees in a rather gigantic hall that weekend. Each department picked a recipe out of one of my father's recipe books and we had a cooking competition.It was fun. I got the chance to blend in with them. And there was nothing better than food to join people together.I got the respect I wanted. At least the guards did not sneer at me every time I drove in. I added a suggestion box as well to the mix so I could get all their various suggestions on what they thought would make their departments better.Some suggestions were terrible but most were pretty reasonable.Not everyone was happy with the changes though. Harley had not exactly been on board, no surprise there. She hung around criticizing every move.
Camille's POVI sat in my office, sobbing in my seat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn't bother fighting or hiding them. I deserved to cry dammit. No one worked harder than I did in the past four weeks.I had to juggle my duties as CEO and still work in all the departments as any other worker would. I stressed so hard every night to brainstorm new ways to make working better for everyone."I did everything I could," I sobbed, placing my head on the desk, feeling exhausted. "What do they want from me, Dad? I did everything. I am so tired. I am so tired Dad."The door handle to my office turned but it didn't budge open. I had locked it because I wasn't sure I could face anyone at the moment.And I was feeling low. I needed a good cry. I would figure out what to do later, but now, all I wanted was a hug from my dad.
Camille's POV"How's the press conference I asked you to schedule?" I asked Smithens as we made our way to my office. He had met me downstairs at the reception room and I had never been so grateful to see him.The employees I had worked so hard to connect with had their noses in the air when I walked in that morning. As if they hadn't gotten a bit crazy in college.Wasn't that the whole point of college?Okay perhaps not. I would admit, I was a bit of a wild card and it currently wasn't just damaging my reputation, but Dad's as well. Now I understood why he was always so concerned about what I did in college. I always assumed he was worried about his reputation. I hadn't realized just how heavy the repercussions were."You aren't wearing black today," Smithens noted.I glanced down at m
Camille's POV"So, what is it going to be, darling?"You already know what it will be, you sick bastard! I couldn't yell that at him as badly as I wanted to.He had backed me into a corner. Lunch with him? Lunch meant he would stick around for a while longer, and it would be impossible to shake him off.Saying no to him meant much worse things.I swallowed before speaking. "Yeah, sure. Lunch sounds fine.""Woohoo!" He cheered, placed a kiss on my forehead, then stepped away with a fat grin on his face.For a second, he looked normal. A normal young man getting what he wanted after all.But I would not be fooled again. Nolan was not normal. And before lunch tomorrow, I had to figure out a way to let him down slowly.
Camille’s POVI scratched against the wall, trying to gain balance. Nolan’s fist was pressed to the spine of my back and the pain hit my head venomously.“N-Nolan,” I wheezed, scratching harder against the wall. My harsh breathing slowed down, I grew dizzy and it felt harder to fight the hold on me.“You promised me lunch, you bitch!” He whisper-yelled, spitting all over my neck.I had an important meeting, I wanted to scream. But I could croak out was “Sorry,”“Sorry?” He scoffed. “I sat there for two fucking hours, looking like some sore loser and the best you can do, is sorry?!” He bellowed this time.Frustrated, I tried to hit my head against his. It didn’t work out. He dodged it and headbutted mine into the wall. Pain roared loud in my ears. Tears poured down my cheeks as I sob
Camille's POVNolan had his car parked right before the entrance to my building. When I walked out of the reception room, he was standing by the car, a wide smile on his face. I wanted to smack it off.My swollen eyes and busted lip weren't so obvious thanks to Bethany. But the e bastard had to know what he had done to me because he looked mighty pleased with himself."My lady," He grinned, stretching a handout.I glared at the limb for a moment before slipping my hand into his. Being difficult would get me nowhere. It would most likely get me pummeled in his car. And I would rather the police handled him. The only weapon I had in my bed was pepper spray and a pen knife."Thank you," I muttered when he pulled the door open so I could step in."You're welcome," He chuckled, slipping in the drive
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.