Camille's POV
The 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 POVNolan 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"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