"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.
View MoreCamilla.It had been a week since I woke up from the coma, and nothing made sense. My memories were still a fragmented mess, pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. The only thing I knew for sure was a name—Julia.That name echoed in my mind, over and over again. Julia. My little sister. But why was she the only thing I could remember? And if she was my sister, why hadn’t she come looking for me? I sighed, rubbing my temples as I sat on the hospital bed. The room smelled of antiseptic and cheap soap, the walls a dull white that only added to the emptiness inside me. The nurses came and went, reminding me about the bills I had yet to pay. I had nothing—no money, no family, no past. Just this empty shell of a life I couldn't even remember. I needed air. Pushing myself up, I walked out of the room and down the sterile hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold tiles. My legs carried me forward aimlessly, my mind clouded with thoughts that led nowhere. Before I knew it,
Julia.Daddy? No fucking way!My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I found it really hard to swallow because of the tightness that had suddenly developed in my throat.No! There had to be a mix up somewhere. This couldn’t be true. My eyes drifted from the little boy to Benjamin. I was silently pleading with him to tell me that it was all a mix up and this wasn’t what I thought it was.I didn’t know if I was hurt or angry, but one thing I was certain of was that I was doomed.“Is this your child?” I asked, even I couldn't recognize my own voice. It sounded more like a growl and I clenched my fist tightly just to keep myself under control.“It’s…it’s…I…uhm…can we at least talk about this in private?”“Answer the damn question Benjamin, is this your child or not? Is he yours?” I blinked back the tears threatening to spill.“Please tell me this is some sort of mix up because I don’t know what to do or what to say right now. Please just say something.”He didn’t respond, he just mai
Julia."What the hell did you just say?" I recovered from the shock of what I just heard and tried to comport myself. "What are you trying to insinuate?""Or rather," I gritted, my gaze sweeping her strapless yellow sheath, "what nonsense are you saying about this bastard of yours being my husband’s child?”Rose stood before me, her eyes burning with flames but the truth was, I was burning with a much bigger anger in my vein. But while I looked at her, it felt as though she could devour me with her gaze and rip my life apart."He was right, you know? You're the biggest fool on this planet. Even though I'd given you a million years, you still won't see what's right in front of you." She muttered, taking a few steps towards me, "you're here, enjoying your life while I watch my son cry himself to sleep every night!" She yelled, her words echoing through the room. But even as she shouted, I still couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.I stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontr
Julia.“Where is it?” I muttered to myself, knowing fully well no one was with me in my room.My heart was beat so abnormally in my chest, frustration clouding my every thought as I tossed and turned the contents of my drawers. I knew I had left the birth control pills somewhere. They had to be here. My breath quickened as I pulled out clothes and papers, the frantic search growing more desperate with each passing minute. How could I have been so careless? Oh my goodness! Benjamin would not even want to hear of this.I swiped my hand across the countertop, knocking over a jar, and it fall and broke immediately. I needed to find those damn pills, to make sure that Benjamin’s wishes remained unbroken. He had made it very clear over the last six months—no children. I had tried every method of persuasion I could think of. I even begged him, in tears, to reconsider, to let us have a child. But he stood firm, saying I hadn’t fully recovered from my kidney transplant seven months ago. I did
Camilla.“You were shot.” The doctor said and I was still confused with everything that he was saying. I was still trying to understand what I was doing here.“One bullet entered just above your gracilis muscle on your right leg, leaving a quarter-inch hole. It went through the skin, then the fat layer, through the pectineus muscle, just medial to the femoral vessels and nerve, through the quadratus femoris muscle, through the head of the biceps femoris, and through the gluteus maximus before exiting through the skin on the other side. The exit wound was far more impressive. It blew a hole four inches across. Gone. No flap. No pieces. Your skin just vaporized.” He whistles, impressed, through his teeth. “You had a pulse but no measurable blood pressure when they found you. Then you stopped breathing. You were dead, but we brought you back.”He holds up his thumb and forefinger. “The bullet missed your femoral artery by this far.” I can barely see a gap between them. “Otherwise, you wo
Grey.“Camilla was one of the best things that ever happened to me.”I heard Camilla’s stepmother giving her own tribute as I walked in.The sun felt colder than usual, even though it was high in the sky, burning with its usual intensity. But as I sat there, on the front row of Camilla's funeral, I couldn't feel a damn thing. I was numb, disconnected, not really sure what I was mourning—was it her, or was it the unborn child that had once been inside her, the one that would never take its first breath? I looked down at my hands, my knuckles white from the grip I had on the seat in front of me. I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t care who noticed the tears slipping down my cheek. The sunglasses I wore didn’t hide the raw pain I was feeling, but at least they offered me some comfort, shielding me from the gaze of the crowd. I had to keep it together, before people start asking questions, nobody knows that I knew who Camilla was before her death. I tried to stay calm, but all I co
Grey.I stood in front of the television, my eyes fixed on the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. The press conference was still ongoing. Camilla, standing at the center of the chaos, had yet to say a word. The reporters shouted questions at her, each one more invasive than the last. There was a storm of microphones around her face, and yet, she remained silent. Her eyes were vacant, and I could see how lost she was.I couldn't help but feel a small tug of something deep in my chest as I watched her—the woman that had accused me of being the father of her child. Was she hiding something? The way she stood there, so detached, almost as if the world was closing in around her—did she know the truth? And then the thought hit me like a freight train: What if the baby was mine?The realization clawed at my insides, making my heart skip a beat. I quickly shoved it away, the instinct to protect myself taking over. I couldn’t get involved with this—her life or that child. It would ruin everyt
Camilla.I felt my breath catch in my throat as I stood frozen in front of the door, the sound of the wedding reception still blaring in the background. I had just walked out, my heart pounding in my chest as the last few seconds felt like they were stretching into eternity. It was supposed to be my wedding day. But now there was a wedding going on and it wasn't mine.I could still hear the echo of my sister's voice in my mind as she exchanged vows with Benjamin—her wedding to my fiancé. A feeling of coldness washed over me, numbing everything I thought I knew. My chest ached, not from the heartbreak, but from the realization that everything I had worked so hard for—everything I had built—was slipping through my fingers like sand.I hadn't realized the door had swung open behind me until the cameras flashed in my face, followed by a barrage of questions. Microphones were thrust toward my face, reporters yelling out at me as if I were some sort of animal in a cage."Camilla! Who’s the
Camilla.The day had finally arrived. The day I had been waiting for... or at least, I thought I had. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the day I would marry Benjamin. But somehow, everything felt off. From the moment I woke up this morning, I could feel a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know if this was the right plan to follow, but I could only pray to God that this would go just as I'd planned.I was sitting in front of the mirror, staring at myself in disbelief. My hair was done, but it wasn’t the way I wanted it. My makeup—don’t even get me started. “What are you doing?” I blurted out, eyeing my mother as she worked diligently on my sister, Julia’s makeup. She glanced up at me, a smile on her face as if everything was perfectly normal. “I’m doing Julia’s makeup. She’s the chief bridesmaid, remember? She needs to look good too.”I blinked. “What? Mom, it’s my wedding day! Why are you doing her makeup instead of mine? Shouldn’t I be the
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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