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
CAMILLA"I, Lawrence Knight, reject you, Camila Wilmer, as my mate." He threw the words at me, and immediately, I felt pain in my chest. Like my heart had been broken into pieces.I placed my hand on my chest, like if I hadn't done that, I'd be bleeding by now.Lawrence rejected me?After all we've been through together, after everything we've shared as mates, I was thinking I've finally found the man for my heart."And that bastard in your womb, I need you to abort it. I can't accept to be the father of that thing." He cursed without remorse."You can't do this. This child is just a kid who knows nothing about us, we can't just kill him because you don't accept me as your mate anymore. He deserves to live.""No, he doesn't, and that's a thousand reasons why you have to take it off!" He growled, and I looked away from his gaze."You can't be too heartless to an unborn child. You hate me, and I accept your rejection, but–"He didn't even let me finish my words, he cut in. "No buts, you
CAMILLAIt's been five years already since I left the pack. I sat behind my desk in my office in the hospital, going through my patients' files, a lot of them.I was so stressed out that my body hurt from the numerous work. It hasn't been quite easy for me lately, and as the day passed by, things became a lot more difficult for me.I had packed my stuff, ready to go. It was already a few minutes past two p.m. and I needed to be at the kindergarten to pick up my kids. I will always begrateful to the doctor who never carried out the abortion and only made me look extremely feeble that day to deceive the Alpha.Meanwhile, I had to stop by the grocery store to buy a few things; like new pairs of twin clothes and shoes, toys, and water bottles.It hasn't been quite easy for me as a working-class mother, yet raise two adorable kids at the same time. Seeing their faces alone gives me hope, and I wouldn't have had them with me if I had listened to Lawrence.Well, my life has been perfect wit
CAMILLA“Dr. Camilla, there is a package for you,” one of my nurses said and dropped a beautifully wrapped box on my desk. I thanked her as she left and took the package, thinking that as usual, Raymond, my fiance, had sent a present. We got engaged last night, it was the best night of my life.I quickly unwrapped the package and found a document in it which got me disappointed but I quickly waved off the feeling, becoming curious.“Has Raymond already bought the house he talked about last night?” I asked, recalling that Raymond had mentioned about purchasing a house for me.I became excited as I took the document and quickly flipped it open to find its first page captioned with “Congratulations Dr. Camilla, you are now one of us and we will be looking forward to working with you over here in California.”“What!” I exclaimed.“California?” my mind registered. I quickly went through the document and found out that I had been transferred from London to California upon my promotion, the
CAMILLAAll through my journey back to California, I was disturbed and feeling restless. I had a lot in mind that I couldn't process.I wanted to feel happy that I would be working in a hospital where my importance would be highly appreciated. I wanted to be happy that I had gotten a chance to live the kind of life I had been dreaming of but felt bittered instead.“Why was I feeling queasy and so frightened instead of feeling joyful? Why was I feeling this way?I looked at my children who were fast asleep in the car, Mira was laying her head on my lap while George leaned on her. They were so adorable that I wanted to stare at their sleeping faces all day.“How did I end up bringing these angels back to that monster's domain where their lives will be threatened?“Why were they here with me? I could have left them in London and come alone but I don't want a nanny raising them.Raymond, who knew about what happened between me and Lawrence back in California, had also kicked against the
CAMILLAI had woken up with regrets. Seeing Lawrence lying helpless on the hospital bed made me want him as good as dead. However, I turned out to be his superhero after all he's done to me.When I was done seeing my children, I kept them with my sister while I went to get a shower. I was almost late for work, and I wouldn't want Mr. Kimber, the hospital director yelling down the entire building at me.Thankfully, I escaped traffic and I was able to arrive at the hospital ten minutes earlier than the actual time. I headed for my office to start the day's job. A few minutes after I had walked in, Desmond stood by the door."Good morning," he greeted, drawing my attention.I waved a smile at him. "Hey, good morning.""How was your night?" He asked,I shoved the strands of my hair to the back, nodding my head. "It was fine but short.""Kids."I chuckled. "Not like I have a choice. So, how is the victim?" I asked, changing the topic.He shrugged his shoulders, walking in. "Still unconsci
Camila’s POVOn Informing Dr. Kimber of my readiness to become Lawrence's doctor there was a a mix of anticipation and uncertainty brewed within me because I wasn't too sure of what the outcome might be,Dr. Kimber, eyes wide with surprise, asked, "What changed your mind? You were quite unhappy and not interested in this initially."I hesitated, my voice faltering. "I'll be overseeing his post-surgery sessions regularly, and I can't help but feel a deep sympathy for all my patients. Seeing him fully recover is now my top priority. If that means becoming his doctor, then so be it."A smile spread across Dr. Kimber's face. "I knew your presence here In this hospital would be invaluable. Thank you, Mrs. Milwer."I forced a smile as he extended his hand across the exquisite desk in his office. Leaving his office, I walked down the hospital's elegant corridor towards my own office, thoughts swirling. Had I just made a decision that would turn my life into a nightmare? Could I still ensur
Camilla's POV"That's a brilliant idea. It'll help you get rid of him while you're still over there in California,"Raymond said, his voice oozing with conviction. I listened, my mind racing with possibilities. "I'm still considering the implications this might bring,"I replied thoughtfully. "I'll weigh every factor.""Alright,"he conceded, his tone subdued.Trying to shift my focus and attention from the turmoil swirling in my life, I asked, "How's your law firm progressing?"Raymond's voice coming a little bit louder and sounding much better he said "Practicing law in London is the best decision I ever made. My firm is now among the city's finest."I could hear the excitement in his voice and couldn't help but share in his joy. "I'm so happy for you, honey,"I said, my own happiness bubbling up."I need to get some rest for tomorrow,"I said eventually, and we bid each other goodnight.I switched off the bedside lamp and settled into my meticulously arranged bed, thoughts still s
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