Camille's POV
Nolan 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"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!"
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.