Camilla dashing through the hospitals walkway, her mind racing with questions about what Dr. Rashal wanted to discuss. As she burst into Dr. Rashals office, he looked up from his desk.Your presence has been much anticipated. I expected you here earlier,Dr. Rashal said after a pause.The nurse informed me of your return to the hospital,he added.I had to spend some time with my son, so I went straight to his ward,Camilla responded, taking a seat across from him.Dr. Rashal wasted no time. I have something important to discuss with you,he said without paying much attention to Camillas body language.Im all ears,Camilla replied quickly, her confusion evident. What could be so urgent?An observation was made during your sons surgery in you absence and couldn't fathom the cause, Dr. Rashal began.Camillas heart skipped a beat. She hoped it wasnt what she feared, something triggered by the presence of the full moon.We werent sure of the reason behind it, so I thought to bring it to your a
Lawrence's POVAs I stood there, a figure approached, and it stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me. "Bella?" I uttered, my curiosity and surprise evident.Her calm but forceful voice replied, "I have every right to be here. You have given me every opportunity to come back to this house."Confusion and disbelief clouded my mind. "What are you trying to say?" I questioned.With a sense of determination, she gestured for someone to step forward. "This is Mason, your son," she declared.The ground felt like it shifted beneath me. "How is this possible?" I gasped, my mind reeling from the revelation.Her words hit me like a lightning bolt. "I was two weeks pregnant before our separation. I gave birth to a son, and here he is, his name is Mason."Stunned into silence, I struggled to comprehend the situation. "Why didn't you inform me of this before you left?" I managed to ask, my shock and confusion resonating in my voice.Her response brought a surge of conflicting emotions. "The el
Camilla's POV"Please wait, let's talk!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, chasing Raymond as he stormed toward his car in the hospital parking lot."What more do you want us to talk about?" he shot back without even turning around. "I just got to the city and find you in the arms of another man? Come on, Camilla, what do you still want to discuss?"He reached his car, and as he turned to face me, I saw the frustration etched across his features. There was a tense silence before I finally spoke. "He was only trying to make me feel better. I've been stressed over George and what must have happened on the full moon. He observed my anxiety and tried to comfort me. There was no feeling attached.""We talked about this, Camilla, Raymond said to me, Why are you with Lawrence in the first place? How can you be with Lawrence?" Raymond's hands gestured wildly, his frustration palpable from his gestures,"I have a lot to share with you, Ray," I replied swiftly, hardly thinking. "Can we go some
Lawrence POV."It has been proven, he is the father of my son Frank, the DNA test shows that Lawrence is the father of my son" Bella screamed at the top of her voice as we entered the palace,I was feeling so low and embarrassed I couldn't utter a word, I was already expecting some drama to occur in the house because Bella was a very dramatic person,The elders all gathered on hearing of our arrival,"Lawrence is the father of the children", elder Albert questioned to gain clarity for Bella's claims, Yes he's the father of my child, and the DNA test has proven so."Then the kingdom has an heir," he said with a little smile around his cheek, I stood there not knowing what to say,The thoughts of Camilla and her twins were still going through my mind,"I can't let everyone here in the palace know about my children with Camilla yet, I need to plan and strategies properly," I said to myself,Then I managed to speak to the hearing of everyone presenting, with my Voice echoing from the larg
Camilla POVThe discovery of my child's deteriorating health plunged me into a chasm of anguish. I couldn't bear the pain any longer, nor muster the will to speak to anyone. Gently, I positioned him comfortably on the bed, ensuring he wouldn't suffer further even in my absence or the absence of anyone. Without a word to either Britney or Mira, I left the room."He's going to be okay," I overheard heard my sister reassure Mira as I stepped out the door.The overwhelming pain clung to me, my heartfelt encased in an impenetrable wall, unable to function. Tears threatened to spill with every step back to my office, but I held them back. My sister seeing me cry would be demoralizing for her or even Mira,I should be the ray of hope in their path."I have to be strong for both myself and my family," I muttered, steeling myself as I entered my office. "They can't see me like this. I need someone who understands my pain to be around me also".I decided to call Raymond, hoping he could help. B
Lawrence's POVSitting on the throne, silence hung thick in the air, it seemed like a heavy blanket over the room. My lips remained sealed, the weight of unspoken words pressing down. Silence enveloped the entire vicinity.The elders, before me, waited with bated breath for my response to the request they had made.They wanted me to reunite with Bella, the mother of Frank, whose paternity had been irrefutably confirmed by a DNA test. They demanded I remarry her, to seal our union as true mates, thus enabling the rites for the birth of an heir to proceed.The rite needed to be performed as the mouthpiece of the moon goddess has confirmed the calamity that awaits the failure of performing it.Finally, breaking the suffocating silence, I declared, "I will not marry Bella." The words echoed through the chamber, each syllable a defiant note against the ancient expectations that bound us."Why must I bind myself to someone I do not love?" I continued, my voice firm and clear. The elders exc
Raymond's POV:"Never contact me again in your life."The woman who was in the room with me disrupted our tense conversation. As she stormed out of the house, she slammed the door behind her, her furious expression lingering in the air."So, you've been cheating on me?" Camilla's voice trembled with rage, her eyes blazing with hurt and betrayal."You chose someone else over me?" she continued, her voice cracking. "I never expected you to betray me this way, Ray. I respected you for everything you did for me during my tough days in London. But cheating on me while we're engaged has destroyed any respect I had left for you."She recoiled as I stepped forward to hold her, my hands shaking. "Don't lay a finger on me," she spat."I'm sorry, Camilla," I stammered."There's no need to be sorry," she retorted coldly."I came to give you back your ring. This relationship can no longer work. I don't see a future for us."Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.Anger flared briefly,
Camilla's POV:"Lawrence just informed me he's going to speak with his mystic friend about George's condition. I need to be with him," I said to my sister as she walked into my office, a sense of curiosity lacing around my sister's face."I'll stay here with the kids, then," Britney replied, not bothering to sit down. Her eyes reflected the same worry that had been gnawing at me for days."George might seem strong, but he's still fragile," I reminded her, my voice steady but strained. "Please watch over him and make sure he doesn't engage in any strenuous activities.""That won't be a problem," she assured me, though her gaze lingered on the doorway as if she, too, was bracing up for what I was going to meet Lawrence for.As she turned to leave, a chill ran down my spine. Lawrence's mystic friend had never been wrong before, according to Lawrence, but the thought of what they might uncover about George sent a ripple of fear through me. What lay beneath the surface of his illness? I qu
Even with the sunshine streaming through the window illuminating the tiles, the hospital room appeared to be freezing.Camilla laid her back on the thin pillows behind her, feeling self-conscious in the poorly woven hospital gown.Her arms were rendered immobile to her body by the metal cuffs whose edges had been tenderising her skin. The sound of chains rattled softly as she moved, trying to get into a position that was not too cramped within the confines.However, her focus was nowhere near her physical discomfort. She was exonerated for poisoning Bella's son.However, her suffering was not finished. Bella’s schemes had left emotional as well as physical scars on her.Camilla hadn’t finished the struggle, however. Her name remained sullied, and there were people in the pack, and even more so in the elders, who were not ready to absolve her.They wanted her to be put away until everyone was sure that there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Lawrence was trying to resist but it was
The sound of machines in the hospital filled the room where Camilla was, still a bit weak but recuperating.She was connected to an IV and had her wrists bandaged due to the straps that had restrained her to the bed—reminders of the fact, that needless to say, she was still considered a criminal and a patient at the same time.The grey hospital gown had been too oversized for her body. There was no mistaking the patience strength in her eyes, the vividness of life that once inhabited her can only be remembered.But Lawrence transcended. He stood next to her bed with his broad shoulders drooping, bloodshot eyes bearing the evidence of sleepless nights.His hand was just above hers, wanting to hold her hand but scared at the prospect of hurting her more.The vow he made to her was that he would bring her justice and that was one vow he would keep. But being here in this common room, looking at her wasting away from a fictitious story, every single second was a shame that he could not es
The heavy door of the female prison traced a long sound down the dark corridor.Camilla sat on the hard, cold mattress, looking at the wall in search of the clusters in it.She had become used to this solitary confinement, this waiting that went for hours in this agonisingly silent place, to the thinking that after all her efforts, it was Bella’s betrayal that would ruin her.Yet deep down, it was not only fear. There was something else. Lawrence was on the warpath. He had sworn an oath to resolve the matter and extricate her from this predicament.There was no option but to endure. However, the fear about the impending threat that had been increasing over the past few days would not go away, even if Camilla wanted it to.The other female prisoners had started to gossip about something different. They would look at her sometimes with suspicion; now, that look seemed more calculated. The security men, too appeared sharper, more alert. Something was in the offing. She could sense it.As
Bella paced around her hospital room and attempted to bite the urge to panic that was building up in her system.She was in the bathroom of Frank's room thinking of how Lawrence had approached her that morning.Frank, on the other side, was not helping her, as he was clenching his jaw, making it difficult for her to ignore the tension building up in her chest.Things were going south, and the efforts of the lawyer representing Lawrence were making the situation worse every moment.She had thought that she could turn the tables—contain the situation the way she always did. Lawrence’s doggedness in wanting to lick Camilla’s accusation clean even the further it was from her was slowly but surely tearing her apart.The lawyer was a brilliant and unbending executioner who had been pricking her for weeks.Bella had not taken him very seriously, as she thought that he would eventually give up on finding any truth. But she did not expect this level of meticulousness. He was starting to dig up
Lawrence perched himself on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers playing a drumroll along the cold metallic edge. He was cosy in deep thoughts, yet his brain was tyranny, struck with several thoughts at the same time. The young boy who was his child, was unconscious in the hospital, and so many devices were attached to his tiny form. Every beep, every breath, was painful to hear, breaking the heavy silence in the room, indicating the seriousness of the matter.Moreover, there had been additional problems concerning Frank which even the doctors could not explain. The only plausible explanation had been the poison theory up until that point. At least until the head researcher on Frank's case, Dr Nolan had wanted to speak to him privately.Embarrassingly enough, every sensation caused in him was mixed with tension. The chilling thought of Camilla tortured him. She was in a prison cell, waiting for her turn to be acquitted of the charges of poisoning Frank. It had all been Bella’s tr
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted ex
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted e
Camilla was in prison. How could all this have happened so fast? First, it was that room where they interrogated her, and the next thing she knew, she landed in a cell.It still couldn't fully get into her head what had happened. It was like an Andy Warhol painting facade of surrealness that would eventually take the form of reality when she was out of it with her sanity intact.A moment before, Camilla had stood in front of the door to her cell as it creaked open under the command of the guard's key.The guard himself didn't say a word.Once she was inside, the heavy door slammed shut with a loud click.Saying nothing, he turned and walked away. If her cell was an inch shorter, she wouldn't be able to stand in it. The only furniture was a steel toilet, while the only lighting came from one window made of thick iron.Camilla sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She did not cry. Lawrence would rescue her; he had to do that. He had promised her thus.Hours had passed after
Camilla sat on the chair where she was left alone after Lawrence had gone. She could hear the guards talking from the other side. But the only thing that came to her mind was how all of these happened. It was just a beautiful morning, in less than twenty-four, and she was accused of murder. A child murder.The accusation against her was so sudden that she had no idea what was going on. “Poison?” The word left her mouth and she thought of how she could even get a hold of one“Poisoning a child?”It was unimaginable to her.Yet, here she was. In jail. Accused of something so despicable. It made her feel sick.She rubbed her hands all over her face trying to breathe. Everything wasn't going her way at all.“Who?” she whispered. . “Who could have possibly done this?”She racked her brain, thinking of every moment leading up to the incident. He was fine. Then she served him his food along with Gia and George. He began to have a seizure.She knew she was in big trouble. Everything seemed