"They thought they could kill me. They thought they could bury me alive and forget about me. But I rose from the coffin—a woman with nothing to lose. I am back to take everything from them. They will pay for their sins, and not even death will save them from me." In a desperate attempt to save her dying sister, Camilla Daston was deceived into signing away most of her inheritance. But a tragic twist unfolds when she discovers that her sister was the one behind the betrayal. To reclaim what’s hers, Camilla must enter into a contract marriage with the ruthless billionaire Alexandra Grey There is no price too high for Camilla to pay. She has returned from the grave to stake her claim—not only on her inheritance, but also on the lives of those who wanted her dead.
Lihat lebih banyakCamilla.I didn’t expect to be stunned. The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of what could only be described as a palace carved out of glass and white marble. I blinked, twice, maybe three times, and even rubbed the edge of my sleeve against my eyes, hoping I wasn’t hallucinating. But no—this was real. This was Grey’s house.The walls stretched high into the sky, with delicate arches and floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected the golden dusk like they were part of the sun itself. A circular driveway curled around a fountain so pristine I could see the rippling reflection of a swan statue balanced in its center. The air smelled like lavender and wealth. There were actual gardeners trimming the already-perfect hedges, and I caught the soft echo of a grand piano playing from inside.I stood there, frozen. My heart thudded somewhere near my throat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe for a moment.This was his world. And I—what was I doing here?The image of the slum I left behind fla
Camilla“I’ll do it,” I said.The words slipped out of my mouth before I could catch them—like breath on a cold morning, there and gone. I didn’t even mean to say it out loud, not yet, not until I was sure.Grey’s eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, the faintest trace of shock flickering across his otherwise unreadable face. “What did you just say?”I swallowed, hard. My heart thundered against my ribcage like it wanted to escape. This was it. No going back.“I said I’ll do it. I’ll agree to the contract marriage.”Silence.Grey didn’t say anything immediately—he just stood there, watching me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t figured out yet. Like I had somehow surprised him. Which, let’s be honest, I probably had.From behind him, Bryce stepped forward, his shoes tapping against the polished floor like a ticking clock. He pulled something from his coat pocket—an envelope. He held it out toward me with both hands, like it was some kind of sacred offering.“This is yours,” he said.I b
Grey’s POVI knew Bryce wouldn’t believe me.Even before I told him, as I sat behind my desk, watching him toss his phone between his hands like he always did when he was bored or skeptical, I could already see the disbelief etched on his face. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me either if I hadn’t lived it.But I had to try."Bryce," I said, my voice more serious than I intended. “You remember Camilla, right?”He raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I do. She was the same woman that came here claiming to be pregnant with your child… until she died.”I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the polished mahogany surface of my desk. “Yeah… about that. I think she’s alive.”Bryce stared at me, the smirk not fading. “Come again?”“I saw her. She saved me when I was kidnapped. She got me out, Bryce. I know it sounds crazy, but it was her. And that was what I was trying to tell you last night."He laughed.Like, actually laughed. Loud and long. He even til
Grey.I woke up with a jolt, gasping for air like I had been underwater for too long. My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw—no, it couldn’t be. There, standing in front of me like some kind of twisted hallucination, was her. Camilla.She looked exactly the same as the last time I saw her. Same dark, curling hair. Same soft eyes that had held so much warmth. My heart stopped for a beat, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All I could do was stare, my breath hitching in my chest.“Camilla?” My voice was barely a whisper, fragile like I was afraid if I spoke too loudly, she would disappear. I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my mind. This couldn’t be real.But there she was.She didn’t answer at first. She just stood there, her expression unreadable. I could feel my pulse thumping in my ears, but I didn’t dare look away.“Camilla, what are you doing here?” I asked again, my voice shaking now. My mind was racing—seven months ago, she had told me she was pregnant with my chil
Grey.I woke with a jolt, my head pounding like a drum, every inch of my body aching as though I had been trampled. For a moment, I couldn’t even recognize where I was. Fuck! I couldn’t see anything. My breath came in shallow, frantic gasps as I struggled to make sense of everything. What baffled me was the fact that none of the police force had been able to find me.I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my mind. My eyes were blurry, and there was something thick in my mouth. Panic surged within me as I instinctively tried to speak, only to find that my lips were sealed shut by something tight. My heart pounded faster as I twisted my head, trying to move, but the bindings around my wrists and ankles restricted my movements. I was tied down.Where the hell was I?I tugged harder against the ropes, but they only tightened, digging into my skin. My throat was dry, like sandpaper, and my stomach growled in hunger. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I had eaten anything. My
Camilla.The harsh light of the early morning sun filtered through the cracks of the abandoned building, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. I blinked, disoriented, as the cold concrete floor pressed against my back. I had been sleeping on the ground for two days now, a makeshift pillow under my head. My body ached.I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly, my fingers brushing through the tangled mess of my hair. The building was silent except for the occasional creak of the wooden beams overhead. I had gotten used to the stillness.As I stood up and gathered my things, the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, my eyes darting toward the doorway. A man stood there, his silhouette framed by the weak light that came in from outside. He was tall, and all he did was stare at me for a while.“You need to leave,” his voice was gruff, with no hint of apology. He didn’t offer a greeting or explanation, just the command. “We’re renovating the bu
Julia.The conference room was a buzz of excitement as I walked in, my heels clicking on the polished floor. I adjusted my blazer and smoothed down my skirt, feeling the familiar sense of confidence that always came before these important meetings. My team had worked tirelessly to prepare for this, and now, it was time to reap the rewards. We were about to present the new project plan to potential investors, and I knew it would be a game-changer.I made my way to the front of the room where my team was already gathered around the presentation table. There were some nods and smiles, but I could tell they were all feeling the pressure. I gave them a reassuring smile, my pulse steady despite the stakes. "Alright, team. This is our moment," I said, my voice firm but warm. "We've done the groundwork. Let’s make them see what we’ve got."The lights dimmed as the projector flickered to life, and I took my place in front of the screen, flipping through slides with the usual precision. The inv
Grey.Bryce leaned back in the chair opposite mine, swirling the whiskey in his glass with a smirk on his face. "So, tell me again how the perfect date with the governor’s daughter turned into a complete disaster?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I don’t even know where to start." Bryce chuckled. "Start from the moment you realized she was an absolute nutcase." I shot him a glare, but he just grinned wider. "Alright." I exhaled sharply. "So, we meet at that fancy new restaurant downtown, right? She walks in, wearing this insanely sparkly dress, looking like she’s about to walk a red carpet rather than have dinner." Bryce nodded, eyes full of amusement. "Sounds normal for your usual dates." "Yeah, well, I should’ve known I was in trouble the moment she sat down and said, ‘So, tell me, Greyson, what are your thoughts on reincarnation?’" Bryce nearly choked on his drink. "No way." I deadpanned. "Dead serious." Bryce burst into laughter. "Oh, I love this already. Please c
Camilla.The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and something stale—like a place where hope had long since faded. I sat beside Racheal’s bed, holding her frail, trembling hand, watching her chest rise and fall with slow, labored breaths. Her once-bright eyes were dull, her lips dry and cracked. The doctor’s words still echoed in my head. “Her other kidney is failing. If we don’t act soon, she won’t survive."I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked back the tears threatening to fall. The small jobs I was doing barely covered food, let alone the surgery she needed. I needed more money. Fast. As if sensing my turmoil, Racheal stirred, her fingers curling weakly around mine. “Camilla…” she murmured, her voice hoarse. I leaned in. “I’m here.” Her lips twitched in what was meant to be a smile, but it barely lifted the corners of her mouth. “Don’t… worry about me.” My chest ached. “How can I not?” She exhaled shakily. “You always look so sad.” I forced a small laugh.
PROLOGUEOnce, I’ve heard someone saying that you know it’s cold when you see a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets. It’s colder than that now. My mouth is numb and every breath is like ice.People are shouting and pointing torch lights in my eyes. In the meantime, I hugged this big wood like I’d die if I ever let go.A guy with a really loud voice and garlic breath panted in my ear. He was very strong and tried to ease my grip on the wood. I was too cold to move.He wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me backwards through the water. More people that I couldn’t see, took hold of my arms, lifting me to the deck.Darkness surrounded me, thick and endless. “My goodness, look at her stomach!” someone shouted.“She's been shot in three different places!’Who were they talking about?People were shouting all over again, yelling for bandages and plasma. Then I felt someone slide a needle into my arm and put a bag over my face.“someone get me blankets. We have to keep her warm.”...
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