Chapter 2; Shattered Trust

Camila

I couldn't bear to look at the disgusting scene in front of me, so I turned and ran out, slamming the door behind me so forcefully that even the deaf would have heard it.

My hands trembled as I grasped the door handle, anticipating the impending confrontation.

I saw the bottle of champagne on the floor and grabbed it. I raised the bottle ready to hurl it, but restrained myself because I knew, I wouldn't stop until every breakable item in my house was in pieces. However, I didn't care because that's how intense my anger can be.

My chest heaved, and my body shook with sobs. Tears streamed down my face, and my legs trembled beneath me.

I hurled the bottles against the wall, watching them shatter into shards on the floor. As I stopped to pick up the other glass, Leo's sweaty hands grabbed my arms, halting me.

He lifted my arms gently, and as I stared at his hands gripping my arm, my gaze hardened. As I met his gaze, a fiery rage burned within.

‘How dare he try to manipulate me again?’ I thought, glaring at him and he released me like a burning flame.

“You are overreacting, Camila. It’s not what you think," he said in a smooth, manipulative voice, trying to reach out to me again.

I took two steps back, avoiding his touch. "I can explain," he muttered, lowering his gaze in shame and embarrassment.

I stormed towards Leo, my anger boiling over. “How could you betray me like this?!” I shouted, pushing him back. He tried to grab me, but I slapped him across the chin, my palm stinging.

"You ungrateful bastard, I’m done with you," I yelled, walking past him and brushing my shoulder against his.

“And you believe you're a saint?" He suddenly retorted, causing me to stop in my tracks. I slowly turned around to face him and was surprised to see Leo’s eyes, once warm and loving, now seemed cold and calculating as he met my gaze.

‘Oh my God. He was pretending this whole time? Was this his true color?’

Leo’s Laughter echoed through the room, cold and mirthless, sending shivers down my spine. He rubbed his chin, savoring the spot I’d slapped him, tracing the reddened skin with his finger, and a sly smile spread. He began walking towards me slowly, still wearing the evil smirk on his lips.

“Speaking of betrayal? Speaking of being deceived? You dished it out to me first!" He yelled at me as he approached, "Why didn't you tell me I was dating a half-dead woman!" He quickly added in anger, "Damn it!" He cursed and slumped onto my couch, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

‘Why did Leo say those cruel words? Did he ever truly love me? My heart aches, torn between anger and sadness.

"What did you just call me?" I asked, my voice trembling as I struggled to come to terms with his words. "What the hell did you just call me, you fucking bastard?!” I shouted, pushing him back when he remained silent.

“Half-dead woman! Yes, that’s what you are! " He boldly shouted in my face.

My eyes widened in horror as his words sank in. ‘How could he say that, again ?’ I thought, reeling. My voice caught in my throat suffocating me.

"And you said you were done with me? I ended things long ago. I was only here for the benefit." He added in the cruelest voice I have ever heard from him.

"No!" I screamed, my chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe, I stumbled backward. It was all too overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back the tears.

Looking behind me, I saw Sia stepping out of my bedroom dressed in Leo’s shirt and shorts.

She ignored me completely and walked past me, scoffing loudly, “Leo, that’s enough.” She whined like a baby, smoothing his chest with her hand, which only fueled my anger and I stood up from the floor.

“How could you betray me like this? Why Leo? Why him?” I yelled out in fury, trying to put myself under control.

She rolled her eyes, “I snatched Leo, just like the way you snatched Mom from me. Hope it hurt?” Her lips stretched into a smirk.

I was taken aback by her response. ‘Where did she get those weird thoughts from? How can she accuse me of Miss Abigail’s death.’ I thought, as my brows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm shocked you'd stoop this low, Sia," I said, my voice trembling with anger and hurt. "Miss Abigail's death was an accident. I loved her just as much as you did."

"Spare me the lies, Camila," Sia's eyes flashed with anger, and a hint of jealousy simmering beneath, “You’ve always been Mom’s favorite, Camila. She spent all her time and money on you, leaving me with nothing.”

"That's not true!" My eyes flashed. "I've always been there for you, supporting you through thick and thin. How can you do this to me?

"Supporting me?" Sia's laughter sent chills down my spine. "You've always been the center of attention. Mom sacrificed everything for you, and you repaid her by killing her."

My face burned with anger. "That's a vicious lie! I would never harm Miss Abigail. She was like a mother to me."

"Save your lies, Camila," Sia spat. "You're just trying to manipulate everyone into feeling sorry for you. Well, it won't work this time."

I gazed at Sia in astonishment, wondering why I had never seen this side of her before, even though we had been close since childhood and always treated each other like sisters. I was puzzled by her accusations, as I was unaware of any wrongdoing.

It is true that Miss Abigail used her life savings for my health and often prioritized me over Sia.

She believed that I needed extra attention and care to help me cope with my health issues without feeling overwhelmed. Despite this, she tried to show love and support to both of us. I believe Sia misunderstood her actions and felt neglected.

“Sia, I never killed her.” I restored firmly, trying to sink my words into her head.

“But she died because of you. Mom neglected her cancer because she was looking out for you. She used all her savings on you after your useless birth mother abandoned you in front of the orphanage to die!” She yelled as a few drops of tears streamed down her cheeks.

I gulped down nothing as my gaze averted to Leo, as he sat on the couch with his fingers intertwined lost in his thought, suddenly he stood up and walked out of the house, leaving just me and Sia.

I pushed past Sia, unable to bear her venomous words because I needed time alone to process everything. The door slammed shut behind me, and I stumbled into the night, gasping for air.

“It’s not over yet, watch out.” I could hear her yelling voice behind the closed door.

The city lights blurred around me as I walked, tears streaming down my face. I needed to escape, to drown my sorrows.

That's when I saw it – a neon-lit club, pulsating with music and life.

I stepped inside, losing myself in the crowd. The bartender handed me a whiskey, and I downed it in one gulp.

“Another,” I slurred at the bartender, raising my glass.

I stood up and began dancing, swaging my hips sideways, and jumped into the crowd and began dancing crazily. Suddenly a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. His face was covered with a gold shining mask, while the other part of his uncovered face was flawless.

His piercing eyes seemed to see through me, his voice was low and smoothing, "Want to dance?" he asked, his deep voice laced with a hint of mystery.

I nodded, my vision spinning. We moved to the rhythm, our bodies entwined.

But as the night wore on, I sensed something unsettling about him. His gaze seemed to hold a mixture of fascination and contempt.

In my drunken haze, I didn't care.

The next thing I knew, we were in a dimly lit room. His hands explored my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my words barely audible.

He didn't respond, his lips crashing onto mine.

As we succumbed to passion, I felt a strange, primal energy emanating from him, however, I didn’t care. All I wanted at the moment was to have him inside me.

We both eagerly explored each other's bodies with our hands. He gently pushed me onto the bed and took off my clothes. I closed my eyes, permitting him to do as he pleased.

‘Why not? A one-night stand won't do any harm, will it?’

“Sure?” He whispered, in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

I nodded, my eyes locked on him, “Yes,” I whispered permitting him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, and then he deepened the kiss.

"Mmm," I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I explored his mouth with my tongue, tasting the hint of whiskey on his lips.

He raised his hand and gently grasped my exposed breast, causing me to let out a moan as he continued to deepen the kiss.

I attempted to caress his chest, but he firmly held my hands and placed them above my head, making me realize that I was not the one in charge.

He continued kissing my neck and used his hands to spread my legs wide, positioning himself in front of me at the edge of the bed.

With a single fluid movement, he entered me, and I gasped at how perfectly he fit inside. I could hardly stay still as he began thrusting, each movement going deeper and deeper.

“Uhmm!” An electric sensation coursed through my body as he pulled out and teased my cl*t with the tip of his cock before plunging back in. It was a sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Moving his head down to my breast, he started sucking on my right nipple, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

The pleasure was overwhelming and intense. My body was ablaze, and I could feel myself nearing the edge with each thrust. He intensified his movements, and my moans grew louder.

My legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to withstand the intensity. Yet, he continued to thrust with renewed vigor, his pace seemingly superhuman. Finally, he pulled out and released on the bed, and so did I, before drifting off to sleep.

***The Next Morning***

I awoke with a pounding headache. Where was I? The unfamiliar room sparked a moment of panic.

A figure lay beside me, his face still obscured by a mask. My vision was blurry, and a sudden headache reminded me of the hangover from the excessive drinking the day before.

"Who...?" I stammered.

He turned, revealing piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me.

"Alpha Zedex," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

But as our gazes met, I saw something that made my blood run cold: A flash of disgust. A hint of hatred. He stood from the bed and dressed up, all this while my gaze was on him as he walked out.

My heart skipped a beat. What had I done?