Camilla.The morning air was cold and damp, but I barely noticed. I sat on the hard pavement outside the small, rundown shelter we had been thrown out of, my arms wrapped around Racheal’s frail body. Her skin was clammy, her breathing weak and uneven. "Racheal," I whispered, gently shaking her. "Wake up. We have to get you help." She groaned softly but didn’t move. Panic clawed at my chest. She had been weak last night, but now she was worse. Much worse. I couldn’t waste another second. Summoning every bit of strength I had, I lifted her onto my back. She was light—too light for someone who had been surviving on scraps for so long. With shaky legs, I started toward the nearest hospital. Each step was agony. My ribs throbbed from the beating last night, my muscles ached, and my stomach growled in protest, I haven’t eaten since yesterday but then that wasn’t I cared about at this point.I had to rushed her to the hospital before this gets worse!By the time I reached the hospi
Julia.It had been a week since my world shattered. Seven days since I found out that my husband—the man I had given everything to—had a son with his personal assistant. Seven days of silence, of sleepless nights, of a rage so deep it threatened to consume me. I couldn’t even look at Benjamin without feeling sick. For the past week, I had avoided him completely. I locked myself in my room, only coming out when I knew he wasn’t around. He had tried talking to me at first, but I ignored him. What was there to say? What could he possibly say that would erase the betrayal? The only thing that filled my mind now was revenge. I had given up my rights to Camilla’s company for him. I had trusted him blindly. And now, I saw the truth—Benjamin wasn’t just a liar, he was dangerous. If I didn’t act fast, I would lose everything. Everything that I killed Camilla for.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My fingers clenched around the silk sheets as my mind raced. I n
Grey."Enough Grey! I’ve had it up to here with all the nonsense you keep doing!”My father’s voice boomed through the grand dining hall, shaking the walls just as it shook my patience. I barely spared him a glance as I buttoned the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, adjusting my tie in the reflection of the antique mirror. "You will get married, Grey," he continued, slamming his palm against the table. "You will find a woman, settle down, and give me a grandchild!" I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. Same speech. Different day. My goodness! Doesn’t this old man ever get tired? I mean he just got back from the hospital few months ago! "Father," I said, my voice steady, "we’ve had this conversation a hundred times. My answer hasn’t changed. I wonder why you keep bringing it up again and again!”"And it’s a disgraceful answer!" My mother stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. "You’re being selfish, Grey. You think this is about you? This is abo
Benjamin.I sat at my desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood, my mind racing. Julia had been here. She had gone through the company’s financial records. I clenched my jaw, staring at the stack of documents in front of me. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn’t ready for it. Now she knew—knew that the company was on the brink of bankruptcy. And if she knew that, then she also knew that I had been lying to her. Damn it. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. There was only one way to distract her now—give her what she wanted. Isaiah. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Julia had given me two days, and the clock was already ticking. If I wanted to keep her from looking deeper into the company’s finances, I needed to act fast. But first, the meeting. I straightened my tie and I was so damn determined to get that contract. This business deal was my last chance to keep the company afloat. If I could just secure this contract, I could buy mysel
Grey.I sat in my office, my fingers tapping against the desk as I stared blankly at the city skyline through the large glass windows. The sound of my father’s words still clung to me like a heavy chain, dragging me down into a pit of frustration. Bryce sat across from me, his arms crossed, watching me with that knowing look. He had been my best friend for years, my right-hand man in everything, but even he knew this was a situation neither of us could easily fix. "So, let me get this straight," Bryce finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Your father, the great and mighty father of all time, has put it in his will that if you don’t get married and produce an heir within two years, you inherit absolutely nothing?" I let out a humorless chuckle and leaned back in my chair. "Exactly." Bryce whistled low. "Man, that’s cold. Even for him." I shrugged. "He’s desperate. He thinks an ‘heir’ will fix things, will somehow make me care about running the family business. But you know I
Camilla.The sun beat down on my skin as I walked through the crowded streets, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. My feet ached from hours of trekking, and my stomach twisted in hunger, but I couldn’t afford to stop. Racheal was running out of time, and I still had no idea how I was going to come up with five thousand dollars. I had spent the entire morning searching for work—any work. But everywhere I went, the answer was the same. “Sorry, we’re not hiring."“We don’t need extra hands right now."“Try again next week."Desperation clawed at my chest. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion. I couldn’t let Racheal die. She had taken me in when I had no one, and now it was my turn to save her. With no other options, I made my way back to the same construction site I had worked at before. My body still ached from the last time, but If this was the only way to make money, I would do it. When I arrived, the foreman looked at me w
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.”
Camilla. My hands trembled as I stared at the white sheet of paper in front of me. I’ve always heard this saying, that life is not a bed of roses, but now I understand exactly what it means. Until recently, my life was a bed of roses, but now all those roses have withered away, leaving me with only thorns.Dr. Mark’s voice echoed in my ears, confirming what I was scared to admit. “Camilla, I am so happy to announce that you’re going to be a mother. Congratulations dear.”Instantly I felt my entire body go numb, my heart was racing. This isn’t real. It can’t be. I am sure there’s a mistake somewhere.“What are you talking about?” I said, almost laughing at his statement. I just wanted to believe this was a prank and he was trying to pull my legs. I threw the paper onto his desk immediately, waiting for him to correct his mistake. “This cannot be my result. I would give you a few minutes to go back in there and bring my result.”Dr. Mike looked at me patiently, like he had seen this re
Camilla.The sun beat down on my skin as I walked through the crowded streets, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. My feet ached from hours of trekking, and my stomach twisted in hunger, but I couldn’t afford to stop. Racheal was running out of time, and I still had no idea how I was going to come up with five thousand dollars. I had spent the entire morning searching for work—any work. But everywhere I went, the answer was the same. “Sorry, we’re not hiring."“We don’t need extra hands right now."“Try again next week."Desperation clawed at my chest. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion. I couldn’t let Racheal die. She had taken me in when I had no one, and now it was my turn to save her. With no other options, I made my way back to the same construction site I had worked at before. My body still ached from the last time, but If this was the only way to make money, I would do it. When I arrived, the foreman looked at me w
Grey.I sat in my office, my fingers tapping against the desk as I stared blankly at the city skyline through the large glass windows. The sound of my father’s words still clung to me like a heavy chain, dragging me down into a pit of frustration. Bryce sat across from me, his arms crossed, watching me with that knowing look. He had been my best friend for years, my right-hand man in everything, but even he knew this was a situation neither of us could easily fix. "So, let me get this straight," Bryce finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Your father, the great and mighty father of all time, has put it in his will that if you don’t get married and produce an heir within two years, you inherit absolutely nothing?" I let out a humorless chuckle and leaned back in my chair. "Exactly." Bryce whistled low. "Man, that’s cold. Even for him." I shrugged. "He’s desperate. He thinks an ‘heir’ will fix things, will somehow make me care about running the family business. But you know I
Benjamin.I sat at my desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood, my mind racing. Julia had been here. She had gone through the company’s financial records. I clenched my jaw, staring at the stack of documents in front of me. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn’t ready for it. Now she knew—knew that the company was on the brink of bankruptcy. And if she knew that, then she also knew that I had been lying to her. Damn it. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. There was only one way to distract her now—give her what she wanted. Isaiah. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Julia had given me two days, and the clock was already ticking. If I wanted to keep her from looking deeper into the company’s finances, I needed to act fast. But first, the meeting. I straightened my tie and I was so damn determined to get that contract. This business deal was my last chance to keep the company afloat. If I could just secure this contract, I could buy mysel
Grey."Enough Grey! I’ve had it up to here with all the nonsense you keep doing!”My father’s voice boomed through the grand dining hall, shaking the walls just as it shook my patience. I barely spared him a glance as I buttoned the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, adjusting my tie in the reflection of the antique mirror. "You will get married, Grey," he continued, slamming his palm against the table. "You will find a woman, settle down, and give me a grandchild!" I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. Same speech. Different day. My goodness! Doesn’t this old man ever get tired? I mean he just got back from the hospital few months ago! "Father," I said, my voice steady, "we’ve had this conversation a hundred times. My answer hasn’t changed. I wonder why you keep bringing it up again and again!”"And it’s a disgraceful answer!" My mother stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. "You’re being selfish, Grey. You think this is about you? This is abo
Julia.It had been a week since my world shattered. Seven days since I found out that my husband—the man I had given everything to—had a son with his personal assistant. Seven days of silence, of sleepless nights, of a rage so deep it threatened to consume me. I couldn’t even look at Benjamin without feeling sick. For the past week, I had avoided him completely. I locked myself in my room, only coming out when I knew he wasn’t around. He had tried talking to me at first, but I ignored him. What was there to say? What could he possibly say that would erase the betrayal? The only thing that filled my mind now was revenge. I had given up my rights to Camilla’s company for him. I had trusted him blindly. And now, I saw the truth—Benjamin wasn’t just a liar, he was dangerous. If I didn’t act fast, I would lose everything. Everything that I killed Camilla for.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My fingers clenched around the silk sheets as my mind raced. I n
Camilla.The morning air was cold and damp, but I barely noticed. I sat on the hard pavement outside the small, rundown shelter we had been thrown out of, my arms wrapped around Racheal’s frail body. Her skin was clammy, her breathing weak and uneven. "Racheal," I whispered, gently shaking her. "Wake up. We have to get you help." She groaned softly but didn’t move. Panic clawed at my chest. She had been weak last night, but now she was worse. Much worse. I couldn’t waste another second. Summoning every bit of strength I had, I lifted her onto my back. She was light—too light for someone who had been surviving on scraps for so long. With shaky legs, I started toward the nearest hospital. Each step was agony. My ribs throbbed from the beating last night, my muscles ached, and my stomach growled in protest, I haven’t eaten since yesterday but then that wasn’t I cared about at this point.I had to rushed her to the hospital before this gets worse!By the time I reached the hospi
Camilla’s POVA gunshot rang out. Then another. And another. Pain exploded in my chest, searing, unbearable. I gasped, trying to scream, but no sound came out. My body felt heavy, sinking, drowning in darkness— I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my hands clutching my chest. My heart pounded violently as I tried to catch my breath. Cold sweat covered my skin, and my fingers trembled as I reached up, expecting to find blood. But there was nothing. Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit room around me. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. The sound of rain pattered against the roof, but something was off. Drip. Drip. Drip. I frowned, looking up just in time to feel a cold drop of water splash onto my forehead. Then another. "Great," I muttered, throwing the thin blanket off me. The roof was leaking again. This has been the story of my life ever since I moved in here with Racheal.The wind howled through the cracks in the walls,
Benjamin.I paced relentlessly, a tempest of rage churning inside of me. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and with a single, furious motion, I sent everything on my desk crashing to the floor. "Dammit!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room.It was a shock.Seeing her standing there was a terrible shock. I had given her clear instructions, confident that I had everything under control, confident that I had covered up all my tracks.How could things have gone so wrong? I had meticulously planned and executed every step, building Julia’s trust, earning her loyalty. Just when it seemed like I had finally secured what I desired, Rose had to show up with our son and jeopardize everything!"Brat!"I couldn't really remember when I had been so angry. I wanted nothing more than to make Rose pay for what she did. That fool thinks I care about her or anyone else? All I want is as much money that I can get and live my best life! I’m so damn tired of leaving of wo
Camilla.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,