Cole Lopez leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he listened to his team's final remark. After an hour of intense brainstorming, he leaned forward, adjourning the meeting.
"Alright, I think that covers everything. Let's reconvene next week to discuss the financials." The team nodded and began gathering their belongings, while Cole stood, smoothing his tailored suit. With a curt nod at the team, he turned to leave, but Rachel, his PA, appeared in the doorway. "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but you need to see this," she said, her voice urgent as she stretched out her iPad to him. Cole's face flashed with annoyance. Couldn't she have just shown him whatever it was that was so important in his office? He valued efficiency and disliked interruptions. "You could have at least waited until I left the conference room," he spat as he grabbed the iPad from her. "If it wasn't urgent, I wouldn't have bothered you, sir," Rachel retorted, but her voice remained calm and polite. Cole scanned the screen, his eyes locking on the bold letters that read: CAMILA MILLER; WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE LAWSON MILLER BELIEVED TO BE AMONG FATAL ACCIDENT VICTIMS "It's the accident on the highway. Many bodies are unidentifiable, and your sister hasn't been found yet," Rachel explained, but the only words Cole picked up were 'accident,' 'Camila,' and 'unidentifiable.' A cold dread crept up his spine. His sister, the only family he had, was a victim in that accident that happened a day ago. And she hasn't been found? Cole's face darkened, and he flung the iPad back to Rachel. "What do you mean they can't identify the victims?" he growled, his heart racing. "Get me the chief of police on the phone. Now." Rachel took a step back, her eyes widening slightly at Cole's outburst. "Sir, I'll try to get him on the phone, but—" Cole cut her off, his voice rising. "I don't pay you to think, Rachel. I pay you to get things done. Now, get me that phone call!" Rachel, having recovered from his earlier outburst, fumbled with the iPad, meanwhile Cole wasn't done giving orders. "Get me every detail about the accident. I want to know everything," he said, clutching his forehead and beginning to pace in the room as all eyes were on him—the team that hadn't left. But he wasn't bothered; his mind was playing the worst-case scenario. Rachel nodded, her fingers flying across her phone's screen. "I'm on it, sir. But I have to warn you, the news is saying it's a devastating scene. Multiple fatalities, and...and the authorities are still trying to identify the victims." Cole's jaw clenched. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure. Cole stopped pacing and turned to Rachel as if finally realizing something. "Forget about the chief of police. Did the article say what hospital Camila was taken to?" Rachel's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "I'm trying to find out, sir. But the authorities are still trying to—" Cole cut her off, his voice filled with desperation. "Find out, Rachel. I need to know where my sister is." ********* Lawson stood in front of the morgue, his feet rooted to the spot. The news he received a few minutes ago echoed in his mind—a woman matching Camila's description had been found and was being held at this very morgue. He didn't want to go inside; he didn't want to face the possibility that the person on the slab could be Camila. He had been searching for her everywhere, but not like this. Not in a morgue, not as a dead body. Lawson took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. But he had to know, just to be sure. With a heavy heart, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The chill of the air conditioning enveloped him, and the antiseptic smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils. Rows of stainless steel tables lined the room, each one bearing a sheet-covered body. "Mr. Lawson, I'm Dr. Patel. I'll be assisting you with the identification," an attendant dressed in a white lab coat greeted Lawson, stretching his hand for a shake. Lawson ignored the outstretched hand, his eyes fixed on the doctor. "Where is she?" Dr. Patel's expression was sympathetic, but his voice was neutral. "Please, follow me, Mr. Lawson." Lawson trailed behind the doctor, his heart hammering in his chest. He braced himself for what he was about to see, hoping that this person wouldn't be Camila. They stopped in front of a table, and Dr. Patel gently pulled back the sheet. "The body is a female, approximately in her mid-20s, with severe burns and injuries consistent with a high-impact accident." Lawson's eyes locked onto the body, and his breath hitched. The face was distorted, the skin charred and burned. Despite this, there were strands of blonde hair on her head. But the ears...the ears were familiar. "There are two piercings in each earlobe," the doctor continued, but the rest of his words drowned in Lawson's ears. Everything else faded into the background. This couldn't be Camila, right? Though the hair might be blonde and this person had two piercings in each earlobe, it could be someone else who happened to match the description. The answers mocked him in the face, but he refused to admit that the woman lying in the morgue was Camila. "Sir, I need to confirm...is this the person you've been looking for, Camila Miller?" Dr. Patel asked softly, but Lawson remained fixed on the body, frozen. Unable to bring himself to say the words, to confirm that Camila was indeed gone. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find his voice. Dr. Patel's expression was sympathetic, but his tone remained professional. "Mr. Lawson, I need you to confirm the identity. Is this Camila Miller?" Lawson didn't nod, couldn't respond; he just stood there staring at the body like it was a nightmare, one he couldn't wake up from. "Sir?" He couldn't accept the cruel reality, so without a word, he turned around and walked away, leaving the attendant speechless. Lawson stumbled out of the morgue. He felt numb and disconnected, as if he were watching a movie of his own life. He couldn't bring himself to confirm what he knew in his heart to be true. Saying the words, "Yes, that's Camila," felt like a final, irrevocable act. He slipped into his car, slammed the door behind him, and leaned back in the seat. Their final argument, the last and forever one that would never get to resolve, echoed in his mind like a haunting replay. The memory of Camila's angry tears and her hurtful words flashed in his mind. If he had stopped her from leaving, she would still be alive right now. If he had remained composed, even when Camila was trying to get the truth from him, maybe the argument wouldn't have escalated to the point where she was blinded by rage. He massaged his temples, one hand gripping the steering wheel as if it was the only thing holding him together. He slammed his fist against the dashboard, forcing himself not to scream in rage against the unfairness of it all. But a grunt escaped his lips, a primal sound that betrayed his fragile control. He stayed there for hours, drowning in his grief. Finally, he stirred, pulling out his phone to call his assistant. "Hello, sir—" "Call the morgue; I've confirmed the body..." he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Tell them it's Camila.""Our marriage has been beneficial to both of us. You've had a comfortable life, and I've gotten what I needed." "You knew what you were getting into when you married me. You knew I needed a kidney, and you knew I would take care of you financially." "Where are you going?" "Take your hands off me!" Her voice cut through her foggy mind like a knife, and Camila's eyes fluttered open, but they were met with an inky blackness that seemed to swallow everything. She tried to lift her hands to touch her face, but there was this numbness she felt, as if it were wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. As she raised her hand, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her wince. She refused to back down and raised her hand, ignoring the pain as she reached for her face. Yet the feeling she expected didn't come. Instead, her fingers grazed against a thick layer of bandages, covering her face like a mask. Her face... why couldn't she feel her face? Panic set in as Camila's mind struggled to com
TWO YEARS LATER...As the music blares, the thumping bass vibrates through Camila's every cell. This wasn't her typical hangout—the club—but something about the pulsating lights and the anonymous crowd drew her in. Maybe it was the desire to lose herself, to blend in, and forget her troubles. Or maybe it was the thrill of being in a place where no one knew her, where she could be anyone.Strobe lights flash, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded dance floor, but Camila was a few feet away from the chaos, swirling a glass of whiskey in her hand like she had no care in the world.It's a ruse, a way to lose herself."You want another shot, beautiful? I got just the thing," a voice purred beside her.She turned to see the bartender, leaning against the bar, a towel draped over his shoulder. He leaned closer, his face inches from hers."I'll mix you a drink that'll make you forget all about your woes, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath tickling her face. "What do you say,
Camila stumbled slightly as she pushed through the crowded bar, the whiskey coursing through her veins. She wasn't drunk, not yet, but the liquor had taken the edge off, making her feel more relaxed, more carefree, like a bird free from its nest. She slipped her phone into her leather jacket, the screen glowing with the confirmation text from her driver. He'd be waiting outside, ready to take her wherever she wanted to go.As she stepped out into the cool night air, Camila felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The music and laughter of the bar faded into the background, replaced by the hum of the city. She still didn't know why she chose Australia but was glad she did.Taking a deep breath, she strolled to the car with her boots clacking chaotically and disorganized.As she turned a corner, she saw her driver waiting patiently by the car, a sleek black sedan that seemed to blend into the shadows. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of comfort, of security, knowing that she had
Antonio tightly gripped the steering wheel, his mind wandering back to the annoying but intriguing woman. She had grated on his nerves a little, but he still couldn't shake off that fiery spirit and her sharp tongue. He had been taken aback by her defiance... that wasn't something he would expect from a gorgeous face, but at the same time, he tried not to be surprised. It seemed she was someone who was clearly accustomed to getting her way and having others cater to her every whim. Just like his fucking wife—feisty and controlling.Just then his phone rang, and he quickly pulled away from the curb, his eyes flashing back to the damaged bumper. He’d make sure his insurance company squeezed every penny out of them."Good evening, Sir, um..." His assistant began but trailed off as if searching for words. "Sorry to disturb you, but this is urg—""Get on with it. I don't want to remain pulled over for more than two seconds." "Your wife... returned home," he announced, and there was a brie
Camilla jerked out of her sleep clutching to her chest in as if she'd just been startled awake from a nightmare. Groggily she reach out to her phone and noticed several messages flashing on the screenWho else would it be. No one order that her clinging brother. She leaned back no ready to scroll through the tins of messages. She didn't have the mental strength to deal with it. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night's events came flooding back. Her little escapade at the bar, the stranger's harsh words.Speaking of the stranger, Ethan still hadn't gotten his name. He was so rude last night, trying to lecture her on drinking. How dare he? Did he have any idea what she was burying inside, what she wanted to let out? His words had struck a nerve, echoing the very same lectures she'd received from those who didn't understand her. Cole being number one. But what did they know a
As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first one out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido."The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding in her chest."Rachel..." Camila's voice trembled, strained with a 20-hour flight's worth of fear. "How is he? Is he stable now?""Camila," Rachel's voice was low, heavy. "He... he hasn't regained consciousness. They're still running tests, but... it's not good."Camila's breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, 'not good'?""His breathing is... erratic. They're doing everything they can." Rachel said.. "Please, just get here.""So you mean he has been unconscious for more than twenty hours? Didn't he receive medical attention on
“Cole," Camila whispered as she gently reached out to touch his hand.His chest rose and fell in a steady, unsettling rhythm. The last time she'd seen him like this, they were kids, and he'd accidentally eaten a peanut butter sandwich at school. The memory flashed before her eyes: the frantic rush to the hospital, the suffocating fear, the helplessness.Now history had repeated itself.She looked around the room, expecting to see Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found.Shouldn't she be right by his side?Just then, the door swung open, and a chorus of voices shouted."SURPRISE!"Camila snapped her head toward the doorway. Rachel stood there, grinning, surrounded by Cole's friends and a scattering of unfamiliar faces. A man holding a violin stood out in the crowd.Before she could process the chaos, they began to sing, "Happy birthday to you..." with a man playing the violin along with them.Camila blinked, turning to Cole only to find him seated upright, grinning from ear to ear. It
Following the jarring collision with Lawson outside the hospital, Camila's already frayed nerves snapped. "You again," she muttered, her voice flat. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, her lack thereof. Now he had to materialize at such bad timing. Lawson's brow furrowed. "Do we know each other? 'Cause I don't know why it seems you know me from somewhere." His eyes scanned her face, a flicker of confusion mixed with something else.Camila tightened her grip on her purse, trying to maintain her composure. "No," she said, cool and dismissive. "I don't believe we do." She tried to move past him, but he shifted, blocking her path."You were quite rude in the elevator, telling me to stop staring. That implies some kind of… familiarity.""I was stressed," Camila retorted, her voice sharp. "And you were staring. It was uncomfortable.""Stressed?" Lawson repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You seemed… hostile. Like you had a personal vendetta." He paused, his gaze fixed on her fa
Camila's smile disappeared as she bit her lips, resisting the urge to retort. She took a slow, deliberate breath, reminding herself that she was in a public setting, and that she couldn't afford to lose control.She well knew what he was hinting at."Indeed," she said, her voice cool though edged with steel. "Some things never change."She didn't elaborate, leaving the statement hanging in the air, a subtle challenge to Antonio.She wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.She turned to Cole, her smile returning, though it was now a brittle, almost artificial thing. "Cole, I'll—""Excuse me for a minute," Cole said, his eyes drifting somewhere else. "I need to go take care of something. You two have fun." He nodded at Antonio and Camila, his smile perfunctory, before turning and walking away.Camila's eyes narrowed, her gaze following Cole's retreating back, the silence between them now charged with a different kind of tension. Cole's sudden departure felt calculated, like a delib
As the car came to a smooth stop, Camila stepped out onto the sleek, wooden dock. Before her, the majestic yacht rose from the water, its decks glowing with a mesmerizing display of lights. A little too dramatic for her liking. But it was something Cole would do—extravagant, attention-grabbing, and utterly over-the-top. It was a reflection of his personality, and Camila couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. The evening air was alive with the soft hum of music and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.Camila's gaze swept across the scene, and she couldn't deny the slight excitement. It all felt like a fairytale ball. Her dress, a stunning blue cocktail gown, sparkled with intricate, glittering details that caught the light as she moved. It hugged her curves perfectly, and she was beginning to wonder if Cole and Rachel had been keeping track of her measurements over the years.Classic Cole.As she made her way towards the entrance, she caught sight of Cole, deck
*A package will arrive in a few minutes. They are everything you'll need for the party. I'll have my driver come pick you up. That's if you change your mind, of course.*Camila rolled her eyes, shoving the phone face down on the nightstand. He just wouldn't give up. A party in Mexico was the last thing she wanted. She needed to leave, to put as much distance as possible between herself and this place, between herself and… him.But every hour, there's a new text message from Cole, persistent and irritating.Then, another vibration. She picked up her phone, expecting another message from Cole. But it wasn’t him this time. Just a time reminder. She looked at the time and realized she had been in the hotel room for an hour now. She had settled in for the day, planning to rest before her flight back to Australia.She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Right from the moment she checked into the hotel, Cole’s words had been a mantra, relentless in her head: "You're not over him, Camil
As Lawson dragged Diane out of the hospital, he tried to keep his composure as much as possible. "Lawson, what's wrong with you?" Diane exclaimed as she struggled to keep up with his pace.Lawson didn't respond, his jaw clenched in anger.As if dealing with Diane's tantrums wasn't enough, he now had the nerve of a strange woman to contend with—a woman who had looked at him with such disdain, such hostility, that it still lingered in his mind. He shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself.What was it about today? Was he wearing a sign that said "kick me"?He didn't even have enough time to fume from his argument with Diane. She had refused to consider surrogacy, and Lawson felt like she was being unreasonable.Wasn't she desperate to have a child after losing her baby two years ago? It seemed like she was still blaming him for the loss, and her daily tantrums were taking a toll on him. Having forced him to the hospital for a fertility check, and with the doctor giving them a better su
Following the jarring collision with Lawson outside the hospital, Camila's already frayed nerves snapped. "You again," she muttered, her voice flat. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, her lack thereof. Now he had to materialize at such bad timing. Lawson's brow furrowed. "Do we know each other? 'Cause I don't know why it seems you know me from somewhere." His eyes scanned her face, a flicker of confusion mixed with something else.Camila tightened her grip on her purse, trying to maintain her composure. "No," she said, cool and dismissive. "I don't believe we do." She tried to move past him, but he shifted, blocking her path."You were quite rude in the elevator, telling me to stop staring. That implies some kind of… familiarity.""I was stressed," Camila retorted, her voice sharp. "And you were staring. It was uncomfortable.""Stressed?" Lawson repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You seemed… hostile. Like you had a personal vendetta." He paused, his gaze fixed on her fa
“Cole," Camila whispered as she gently reached out to touch his hand.His chest rose and fell in a steady, unsettling rhythm. The last time she'd seen him like this, they were kids, and he'd accidentally eaten a peanut butter sandwich at school. The memory flashed before her eyes: the frantic rush to the hospital, the suffocating fear, the helplessness.Now history had repeated itself.She looked around the room, expecting to see Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found.Shouldn't she be right by his side?Just then, the door swung open, and a chorus of voices shouted."SURPRISE!"Camila snapped her head toward the doorway. Rachel stood there, grinning, surrounded by Cole's friends and a scattering of unfamiliar faces. A man holding a violin stood out in the crowd.Before she could process the chaos, they began to sing, "Happy birthday to you..." with a man playing the violin along with them.Camila blinked, turning to Cole only to find him seated upright, grinning from ear to ear. It
As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first one out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido."The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding in her chest."Rachel..." Camila's voice trembled, strained with a 20-hour flight's worth of fear. "How is he? Is he stable now?""Camila," Rachel's voice was low, heavy. "He... he hasn't regained consciousness. They're still running tests, but... it's not good."Camila's breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, 'not good'?""His breathing is... erratic. They're doing everything they can." Rachel said.. "Please, just get here.""So you mean he has been unconscious for more than twenty hours? Didn't he receive medical attention on
Camilla jerked out of her sleep clutching to her chest in as if she'd just been startled awake from a nightmare. Groggily she reach out to her phone and noticed several messages flashing on the screenWho else would it be. No one order that her clinging brother. She leaned back no ready to scroll through the tins of messages. She didn't have the mental strength to deal with it. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night's events came flooding back. Her little escapade at the bar, the stranger's harsh words.Speaking of the stranger, Ethan still hadn't gotten his name. He was so rude last night, trying to lecture her on drinking. How dare he? Did he have any idea what she was burying inside, what she wanted to let out? His words had struck a nerve, echoing the very same lectures she'd received from those who didn't understand her. Cole being number one. But what did they know a
Antonio tightly gripped the steering wheel, his mind wandering back to the annoying but intriguing woman. She had grated on his nerves a little, but he still couldn't shake off that fiery spirit and her sharp tongue. He had been taken aback by her defiance... that wasn't something he would expect from a gorgeous face, but at the same time, he tried not to be surprised. It seemed she was someone who was clearly accustomed to getting her way and having others cater to her every whim. Just like his fucking wife—feisty and controlling.Just then his phone rang, and he quickly pulled away from the curb, his eyes flashing back to the damaged bumper. He’d make sure his insurance company squeezed every penny out of them."Good evening, Sir, um..." His assistant began but trailed off as if searching for words. "Sorry to disturb you, but this is urg—""Get on with it. I don't want to remain pulled over for more than two seconds." "Your wife... returned home," he announced, and there was a brie