(Camilla’s POV)I watched in anticipation from my sleek black car that was parked across the street as Agnes poured her heart out to the designer, pleading for a unique design that could save her from impending defeat.My eyes narrowed as I observed the scene unfolding before me, a twisted smile playing on my lips.Who would have thought that she could turn into something like this? Looks like I have really found her weak spot. All I had to do was use her arrogance against her. It didn't take too much effort.My phone buzzed with an incoming call, and I answered with a cool, collected tone. "Yes, what is it?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.The designer's voice came through the line, uncertainty evident in her tone. "Miss Camilla, Agnes is here, begging for a unique design. What should I do?" she asked.A smirk carved into my lips.I have been sending a mailman to leave a flier about this designer outside her apartment. It looks like her rusty memory finally k
(Camilla’s POV)Today is the day of the competition.I have prepared everything that I will need to defeat Agnes in her own game.I stood backstage, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on my gown. The soft hum of conversation and the rustle of fabric filled the air as contestants prepared for the fashion designing competition.I glanced at the clock; it was almost time.Suddenly, Agnes burst in, her face glowing with confidence. "Camilla," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "ready to lose?"I raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. "We'll see, Agnes. But I'm more curious about where you got your design,” I said meaningfully.Agnes smirked, waving dismissively. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Just wait until you see it. I’m sure you will be impressed.”A murmur went through the room as the tension between us thickened. It’s funny to see her all confident and arrogant with her design. She’s not even aware of the fact that the person who made her design
(Camilla’s POV)Kalel and I traveled along the winding road to the province. We’re on our way to Becky’s house. How much I missed the smell of her humble home. I could listen to her 1950’s songs all day.I opened the glass window of the car, sticking out my hand to feel the air in my skin.My lips curved into a smile. I never thought going to the province would feel like a vacation.“You seem happier today,” Kalel remarked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.I didn't realize that Kalel had glanced over my direct and noticed the brightness in my eyes, a stark contrast to the somber mood I often carried.My eyes sparkled mischievously. “Really? I don't think so,” I playfully denied, pulling my back hand inside. “It’s just wonderful weather today. Don't you think so?”Kalel shrugged his shoulders, putting his eyes back in the road.I rolled my eyes, knowing very well that he doesn't believe a thing I say. I guess, I have no choice, but to share the good news.“It’s because Agnes kissed my
(Camilla’s POV)Kalel and I stared in silence at the shore, the tension between us palpable. The sky had begun to darken, the first stars appearing like distant pinpricks of light.But my mind is still swirling with confusion and a lingering sense of dread.How did Kalel know about my attempted suicide last year?It’s something I had kept closely guarded, a secret burden I thought no one else knew. I never told anyone about it. Not even Butler Jin.Unless, he’s the guy who saved me.I finally broke the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. “Kalel, how did you know about my attempted suicide before?” I asked, a hint of suspicion in my voice.Kalel’s face remained blank, his expression unreadable. “I was just guessing,” he said quietly. “You seemed very sad about your life.”He’s looking straight into my eyes, not breaking eye contact as he utters those words. But for some reason, I still think that he’s lying.Kalel is hiding something.I’m not satisfied with his answer. I furrowed
(Camilla’s POV)The three of us decided to enjoy a warm breakfast outside where air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers from Becky’s garden. We sat around a rustic wooden table, savoring the tranquility of the moment.Becky smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I can't wait for lunch today. Justin promised to bring me a fresh swordfish."My brows arched from the name she mentioned.Staying here in the province, I learned to buy fresh meat that we can usually get in the wet market conveniently. They are clean and enclosed in a plastic packaging. On the other hand, here in Becky’s village, it is usually delivered fresh from the sea.It’s been dressed though, so it’s not really that inconvenient. But I guess, it’s fresher that way. After all, we don't really know what those meat we bought in the grocery went through before they were put in their packaging.“When is he coming?” I asked, sipping from my smokin hot espresso.As if on cue, a young fisherman appeared at
(Camilla’s POV)I opened the gate to find Justin calling from outside. He stood there, looking slightly nervous, his hands shoved into his pockets."Justin? Why are you back?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity. "Did you forget something?"He’s still holding his basket that he used to bring the huge swordfish to us earlier. Not washed. I’m guessing that he hasn't come back from his shop either.Justin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "Actually, I was going to ask Becky if she wanted to order some salmon. We just caught a fresh batch this morning,” he said, avoiding eye contact.Oh, salmon? That sounds divine.I glanced back towards the house. "Becky went out for a moment to buy something at the farmer's market. But you can come in and wait if you’d like,” I said, giving him a sweet smile.His eyes widened, looking inside the house like he was checking if Becky wasn't really there. I smiled softly and opened the gate widely.
(Camilla’s POV)Kalel and I stood in the 1950’s inspired kitchen, the scent of freshly prepared swordfish filling the air. Becky is humming a cheerful tune, while busying herself with the seasoning. It was literally the only thing that’s making sound in the kitchen right now apart from the radio that's playing on the side.I glanced at Kalel, remembering the conversation I had with Justin about Kalel’s strained relationship with his father.Looking at him, he doesn't really seem the type to hold that kind of dark past. He seemed very well put together. I mean, he can flirt?That doesn't make him timid."Kalel, do you mind if I ask you something?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.“You're already asking,” he sarcastically replied.My eyes formed a thin line. I can't really be serious around. He’s such a jerk.“I’m serious,” I said, trying my best not to stab his hand with the fork I’m holding in my hand.His lips curved into a sexy smirk.Kalel, slicing a lemon, didn't look up. "
(Camilla’s POV)[A week later]“We’re finally back to our real lives!” I chirped, stretching my arms as I prepare myself to leave Kalel’s expensive car.He calmly watched me from the driver’s seat, while I struggled to take my seatbelt off. I rolled my eyes when I realized how long this is taking me. “I’m not acting dumb just like those girls in the movies, so you could take this off of me, okay?” I said defensively.Kalel chuckled sexily, making me smile.“Oh, yeah?” he reacted.This gentleman is kind enough to bring me back to my apartment in one piece. He helped me with my luggages, which was very nice of him.I have to say that I became more comfortable with him after that semi-long vacation we had together.Am I falling for him? No fucking way.“I’ll be catching up with my company. You can always call me when you miss me, okay?” he teased, lingering at the door.I gave him a sarcastic smile.He really thinks I’m going to miss him? I’m so done with his overrated attractiveness.“S
(Camilla’s POV)“You first!” The sounds of kids playing in the playground filled the air.I have been here, waiting for them to arrive. I was earlier than I intended. I was also feeling a little nervous that's why.After everything, I found out about JM’s true identity, I have never really been able to talk to the child. It makes me guilty. I didn't want to affect him, but it was impossible to happen.I really thought that he was Kalel’s child with Jamaica.A part of me was happy that we could finally grant the child’s wish, which is to have a complete family, but I was sad at the same time. I love Kalel, and would have wanted him for myself.Completing JM’s dream was destroying mine.I focused my eyes at the fun view ahead. The playground is a symphony of squeals and laughter. Children chase each other, their shrieks echoing through the air.I sit on a bench, watching them play, my heart a little lighter than it was earlier.I'm supposed to meet JM here. Kalel told me the little boy
(Camilla’s POV)“Come on, Camilla,” Kalel says, his voice laced with a playful urgency. “Becky misses you. You should see her face light up whenever she mentions your name.”I glance at him, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. He’s leaning against the counter, a mug of steaming coffee in his hand, his gaze fixed on me.He knows I’m hesitant. He knows I’m still grappling with the guilt of leaving Becky behind, of not saying a proper goodbye.Whatever happened in the past really clicked a button in me that's why I wasn't really thinking right.It's also the reason why I wasn't able to see Becky before I left. I felt so guilty that I didn't even dare to call her after that. I thought I didn't deserve a chance to explain my side.Maybe, I am really just the problem.“I know, Kalel,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “But I’m not sure I’m ready to go back yet.”He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Camilla, it’s just a visit. It’s not like you’re moving back permanently.”Th
(Camilla’s POV)The aroma of roasted garlic and herbs fills Kalel's apartment as he cooks his favorite dish that he wanted to share with me. It was accompanied with a soft jazz playing in the background.It's a familiar scent, one that brings back a flood of memories of our happy moments together. We used to eat together, laughing and arguing over who ordered the best menu.Now, it's just me and Kalel, sitting across from each other at his sleek, modern dining table.I’m trying my best to keep sober."This is amazing," I say, taking a bite of the perfectly seared salmon. "You haven't lost your touch."He smiles, a flicker of something I can't quite place in his eyes. "I've been cooking a lot lately. Trying to keep myself busy."Busy? I guess being trillionaire has its own sides of making you so popular that you can't even do one thing right.I nod, understanding. We both know that "busy" is a euphemism for "trying to forget."We are both so busy trying to forget the pain, the anger, t
(Camilla’s POV)I found myself being taken to a hotel.This is where he must be staying for whatever business he has in my city currently. I don't want to believe that he came here for me.That's a stupid thing.The plush carpet of his hotel room feels strangely foreign beneath my feet. I stumble, my laughter echoing in the quiet space as I try to regain my balance. Kalel catches my arm, his grip firm but gentle, guiding me towards the plush sofa."You're a terrible liar, you know that?" I slur, my words thick with alcohol. "You miss me, don't you? Even though you have a child with someone else."I am hurting in my own words, but I didn't stop.I wanted him to know how fucking miserable I am after he chose another woman over me.Kalel ruined me.He doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on me as he helps me settle onto the sofa. I watch him, a strange mix of anger and longing swirling inside me.Is he pretending not to hear me? or did he forget what he did to me already?He can't just come he
(Camilla’s POV)[Four Months Later]"I promise, Timmy, I'll buy you all the toy cars you want," I say, kneeling down to meet the little boy's wide, hopeful eyes. He smiles, his gap-toothed grin lighting up his face. "Just tell me what kind you like."I heard from the nuns that this little boy is the only one not impressed with all the toys I bought for them. Of course, as a billionaire, I can't allow that to happen.I want everyone to be happy in this orphanage.I have to admit that I don't really have a good taste in selecting toys. I should have let my bodyguard pick them instead of me.Timmy rattles off a list of cars, his voice filled with excitement, each one more fantastical than the last. I listen patiently, my mind drifting, a familiar ache settling in my chest.Ever since what happened between me and Kalel, I found solace in donating in orphanages like this one.It was the only purpose I thought I had left.I got scared to fall in love again, and I don't think I’m ready to op
(Camilla’s POV)I walk down the deserted road, cool night air caressing my skin, weight from all that I had left behind weighing heavier with every step.The silence is thick; it wasn't quiet but just cut by the hum of crickets in the distance and the sound of my footsteps.I grasp tightly onto my suitcase, feeling its hard texture dig into my palm. I don't know how far the bus station is, but frankly, I don't care.A chance to get away from here, from all pain and confusion smothering me, that's all I wanted.Headlights cut through the dark suddenly, illuminating my tiny figure, and the low rumble of a car reaches my ears. I say a silent prayer that whoever it is will just drive past, but the car slows down and comes to a stop right in front of me.My heart pounds in my chest as I freeze.For a quick second, I wonder if this might be Kalel, but then I catch a glimpse of a face leaning out of the driver's side window-one that's inescapably recognizable.“Camilla?" Justin's voice is la
(Camilla’s POV)It is so quiet upon my arrival to the house, that kind of quietness that really exaggerates the sound of every noise-my footsteps across the hardwood floor, the creak of the door as I push it open.Darkness surrounds me, and the emptiness is nearly suffocating.Becky is not home, and for that, I am grateful. I do not want anyone to see me this way, in pieces and trying to hold myself together.I don't waste any time. I go to my room, tug out the suitcase from underneath the bed, and throw it open. My hands shake while stuffing my clothes into the case; all this time, I can barely see a thing through my tears.I just can't stay here anymore; I just can't keep lying to myself about how I can finally have it all-family, love, a new start.Foolish of me even to have presumed that I could make a fresh start, to be happy. My past has caught up with me again; it has followed me just like a shadow, and then caught up with me again, snatching away any chance of happiness.I sho
(Camilla’s POV)We found ourselves at a local diner near the beach. It has a great view here. It reminds me of something.Kalel grins as he watches me take a timidly cautious bite of the grilled fish he has just introduced me to. "How is it?" he asks with eyes twinkling in amusement.I chew thoughtfully, trying to savor the flavors. "It's.actually really good," I admit, surprised. "Much better than that time you made me try those sea urchins on our first date.Kalel laughs low and deep, the sound a muted rumble like thunder on a spring evening. "Hey, I was just trying to impress you with my adventurous palate," he teases, slouching back in his chair."Yeah, well, you almost gave me a reason to run for the hills," I reply, shaking my head at the memory. "I couldn't wait to leave that night.“I know," he says, his voice softening as he reaches across the table to take my hand. "But look at us now."I smile at him, squeezing his hand. "Yeah.look at us now.”He shook his head, trying to g
(Camilla's POV)He takes a deep breath, and his voice is low, hesitant. "There's something I've never really told anyone," he starts off, his eyes flicking up to meet mine briefly before dropping back down. "About my father.I say nothing, just wait for him to continue.By the tone in which he speaks, I can tell this is not easy; I don't want to push him, but again, I want him to know I am here and listening.When I was a kid, my dad. He wasn't a good man," Kalel says, his voice barely above a whisper. "He used to. hurt me physically. A lot. He would lock me in a closet for hours, sometimes overnight, just because I did something that reminded him of my mom."Those words hit me like a blow to my gut. I could not even believe what was being said.That confident, strong man, now sitting beside me, so composed and appearing always in control-the one who, as a small child, was terrified when trapped in the dark by one who should have protected him.He blamed me for her death, says Kalel,