(Camilla’s POV)“He saved you?!” I blurted, my eyes widened in disbelief.Justin just told me that he met Butler Jin after he saved him from gangsters who were trying to rob their fish stall when he was sixteen.“Yeah…” he said, his hands busied with peeling the apples I brought. “He was like a hero that time. There were like five of them, big men. They outnumbered him, but he was still able to save my ass.”I looked at Butler Jin who is laying on his bed with a humble expression.I mean, he was much younger when I ran away. I wouldn't really doubt that superhero story.Damn. I was dumb to not realize how cool my butler was.“Oh, they were weak. They were holding daggers, but didn't know how to use them,” Butler Jin said, trying to make himself sound less cool.I rolled my eyes in amusement.That's something I failed to take after him in all those years he spent with me. I could never be as humble as him when I know I’m that cool.“We’ve been friends since. I asked him to teach me bas
(Camilla’s POV)“What the fuck are you saying?!” I angrily blurted as I tried to withdraw my arm from his tight grip. He didn't let go of me. He even squeezed my arm to hurt me worse. I ended up grunting in pain, while he looked at me with those blank eyes like he was enjoying it.My mind raced, searching for a way out, but before I knew it, Lester lunged at me. His hands were rough and uncoordinated as they grabbed me, but his strength was still overpowering.I gasped as he shoved me against the kitchen counter, the edge digging painfully into my back.“Get off me!” I shouted, trying to push him away, but Lester’s grip tightened.“You’re not getting away this time,” he growled, his breath hot and sour with the stench of alcohol.He fucking lost his mind!!!My instincts kicked in, and I reacted with the skills I had honed in my Muay Thai lessons. I drove my knee up into Lester’s stomach with all my might, then followed with an elbow to his jaw. The blows were solid, and for a moment,
(Camilla’s POV)The night had settled into a calm silence, broken only by the neutral music I’m playing on my speakers. Kalel and I sat in my apartment’s cozy living room. The half-empty pizza box sat between us on the coffee table.He was carrying it when he came to my apartment. His intention was to bring pizzas despite knowing that I’m currently on a strict diet.But I’d rather break my diet than be silent right now. It feels awkward for some reason. He is especially very annoyed looking right now.Is it because he’s hurt anywhere? I didn't have the chance to ask.I took another bite of my slice, though my appetite is more out of habit than hunger. I could feel Kalel’s eyes on me, watching me with a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t quite place.The silence stretched on, growing heavier with each passing second, until finally, Kalel broke it.“Camilla,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “Do you still love Lester?”Do I still love who?!My head snapped up, my eyes
(Cindy’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, the room dark except for the dim light of the bedside lamp. My hands trembled slightly as I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks.Only heartless people won’t mourn for the death of their child. I may have done evil things in the past, but I still have a heart.This is what it must have felt like for Camilla when she lost her child after we betrayed her.But did she have to make me pay for it?Why didn't she just forgive me and move on? Is it that hard? She’s so selfish!I winced when I heard the front door slam shut, followed by the heavy, unsteady footsteps of Lester stumbling through the hallway. The smell of alcohol wafted into the room even before he entered, confirming my worst fears.I hurriedly composed myself, brushing my hair back and dabbing my eyes to hide any trace of my tears. The last thing I wanted was for Lester to see me like this, vulnerable and weak. I needed to keep up the facade, at least until I could figure out
(Camilla’s POV)The two corners of my lips curved as I leaned back in my office chair, my eyes scanning the documents spread out before me. Beside me, Sarah sat with a satisfied smile, watching as I pieced together the final elements of our plan.“You were right,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice was steady, but there was a glint of triumph in my eyes. “Lester’s arrogance made him careless. This loophole is going to cost him everything.”Sarah nodded, her expression serious. “It was buried deep, but once I found it, everything started to fall into place. He never thought anyone would look that closely. He’s been skating by on charm and dirty tricks for so long, he probably believes he’s invincible,” she said.He has always been pathetic. He’s very different from his father who was a very good man and businessman.“Not anymore,” I replied, my tone icy. I tapped my finger on the page in front of me, where the legal vulnerability is highlighted in red. “Once this hits, his company
(Lester’s POV)I sat in my office, my hands clenched tightly around the armrests of my chair. The usually pristine room is in disarray—papers scattered across my desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey sitting precariously close to the edge. My mind is spinning, overwhelmed by the mounting pressure that seemed to close in on me from all sides.I stared blankly at the latest lawsuit papers sprawled out before me, my vision blurring with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.The legal battles are multiplying, each one more damaging than the last. And now, to make matters worse, the revelation that the mysterious investor who has bought the largest shares in my company is none other than Kalel Villafuerte, the powerful trillionaire who happens to be Camilla’s fiancée as well.For all I know, they planned all of this. They wanted me to fall down together with my company.A sharp knock on the door broke through my spiraling thoughts, and before I could respond, my mother entered the room, her f
(Camilla’s POV)I leaned against the side of my car, trying to steady my breath. The echo of the tire explosion still rang in my ears, and the tense encounter with the man at the gas station has left me shaken.The dark clouds overhead threaten rain, but it is the storm inside me that I struggled to calm. I knew that this was no random act of mischief—someone is after me, and they are getting bolder.Just as I was about to reach for my phone, a familiar black SUV pulled up to the curb. The door swung open, and Justin stepped out, his face a mix of concern and urgency. He quickly crossed the street to where I was standing, his eyes scanning me for any sign of injury."Camilla, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he reached out to gently touch my arm.I forced a small smile, trying to appear more composed than I felt. "I'm fine, Justin. Just a little shaken up, that's all."Justin’s gaze flicked from me to the gas station where the man named Frank was still loitering,
(Lester’s POV)I sat in my office, my eyes glued to the television screen as the news anchor announced my disqualification from the upcoming elections. The words echoed in my mind, each syllable digging deeper into my pride like a blade.[…as per the overwhelming request of the public, Lester Agravante has been disqualified from the election due to widespread allegations of fraud and corruption…]My jaw tightened.This is all Camilla’s doing. I know that she searched for all those people I buried in the past just to bring me down like this!My hands gripped the arms of my leather chair so hard my knuckles turned white. I already expected opposition, but not this. Not to be publicly humiliated and removed from the race like a common criminal. The audacity of those who dared to cross me…Don't they know who I am?!!My vision blurred with rage, and in a sudden fit of anger, I swept everything off my desk.Papers, pens, and my glass of whiskey crashed to the floor. The sound of shattering
(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,