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 a safe ride home whenever she was ready. "Take me home, Ethan. I'm exhausted," she said, her voice slightly slurred as she slipped into the backseat of the sedan. "Which home, Miss, the villa or the beach house?" the driver asked, and Hazel waved her hand casually. "Take me wherever I came from." Ethan's eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, and he raised an eyebrow. "Mexico, Miss?" Camila's expression turned glacial, and she shot Ethan a warning glare as she muttered, "The villa, Ethan. Just take me to the villa." "Alright, villa, here we go." The engine roared to life, and the sedan glided smoothly into the night, the city lights blurring together outside the windows. Camila settled back into her seat, feeling the tension in her body begin to ease. But suddenly, the sedan jolted to a stop, throwing Camila forward. She let out a blood-curdling scream, holding her head protectively, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing in her head. Images were flashing in her mind. "Miss Hazel, are you okay?" Ethan's voice was calm and steady. But Camila wasn't okay. She was frozen in terror, her mind racing back to the past, to the accident that had changed her life forever. She felt herself being pulled back into the nightmare, reliving the trauma that she thought she'd left behind. As the reality of the situation hit her, Camila's hysteria took over, her heart hammering in her chest. "NOOOO! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE, NOT AGAIN!" Ethan's voice was a distant echo, trying to calm her down, but Hazel was beyond reason. She was trapped in her own personal hell. "Miss, miss..." Ethan's voice was now audible. She felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her back to reality. "Miss, it's okay. It was just a minor hit." Camila's eyes slowly focused on Ethan's concerned face, his voice piercing through the fog of her hysteria. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and trembling hands. As she looked around, she saw that their sedan had suffered only minor damage, a small scratch on the front bumper. But it was a different story for the car Ethan had run into. Its front end was crumpled, the hood buckled. Ethan released his seatbelt and quickly got out of the car to approach the other driver. Meanwhile, Camila's mind was a little foggy, still trying to process what had happened. She looked ahead; the driver of the other car was getting out, his movements economical and controlled. Despite Camila's slight disorientation, she couldn't help but notice how tall and imposing he was, with a chiseled jawline and piercing Camila eyes that told you, "You're in trouble." As he approached Ethan, his expression was unreadable, but Camila could sense a simmering anger beneath the surface. "Looks like you're at fault here," he growled, his voice thick with a British accent. "You'd better have insurance because this is going to cost you." Ethan stood his ground, his expression calm and apologetic. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll take full responsibility for the accident." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Why don't we exchange information and let our insurance companies handle it?" The stranger's expression didn't change, but Camila could sense a slight relaxation in his posture. "Fine," he said curtly. "Let's get this over with." Ethan nodded and pulled out his phone. Meanwhile, Camila watched the stranger, fascinated by his intimidating presence. Despite his anger, he seemed to be in control. As the minutes ticked by, Camila's foggy mind began to clear, and she realized that she needed to get out of the car and assess the situation. Still shaken, she finally managed to push open her door and step out of the car. The stranger's eyes flicked to her, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The anger in his eyes didn't lessen, but something shifted—a flicker of surprise? Confusion? His expression was hard to read. He took a step closer, and Hazel instinctively took a step back, her heart beginning to pound again. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment too long. For the first time in a long time, Hazel felt like she was being scrutinized like a specimen under a microscope. "I'm... sorry... about... this," she trailed off, a scowl spreading on her face. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's not gentlemanly at all." "Are you drunk—" he cut her off, but Camila fired back. "Excuse me? I'm not drunk, I'm just... shaken. Okay?" She crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with annoyance. The stranger's expression didn't change, but he raised an eyebrow. "Shaken?" he repeated. "You're slurring your words and stumbling around. You're either drunk or... something else." Camila's scowl deepened. But before she could speak, he interrupted. "If you were driving, I'd have every right to sue you for damages," the stranger said, his voice firm. "In fact, I'd likely press charges against you for driving under the influence." "But I wasn't driving, so can we drop that?" Camila spat, trying to regain her composure, and this man, this imposing stranger and his accusations, was not helping. He didn't back down. "Regardless," he continued, his British accent even more pronounced now, "you were in the car. And your driver, whoever he is, just crashed into a rather expensive vehicle, I might add." He gestured toward his crumpled front bumper with a hint of dramatic flair. "So, while you may not have been behind the wheel, you're still involved, so don't repeat that tone with me." Camila frown. She wanted to reply with something feisty, but decided against it. She has had enough trouble for one day. "No need to get your undies in a twist. It was an accident. These things happen." She said, her hands on her hips. "And by the way, I don't appreciate the tone. I'm not some kind of reckless passenger who's responsible for the accident. Ethan's a great driver, and this was just a mistake." Camila turned to Ethan. "What's taking you so long? Let's just exchange information and be done with it." Ethan, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up, handing the paper to the stranger. "Here's my insurance information, sir. I've already reported the accident to my company, and they'll be in touch with you shortly." The stranger glanced at the paper, then back at Camila. "We'll see about that," he said and tucked the paper into his pocket. "In the meantime," he added, his gaze lingering on Camila. "I suggest you get yourself some coffee. Or perhaps something stronger. You seem… distressed." He turned and walked back to his car, his movements fluid and controlled, leaving Hazel standing there, fuming. Who did he think he was to talk to her like that? She exhaled in exasperation, and turned to Ethan. "Who the hell is that guy?" "You mean you don't know him ma'am?" Ethan asked surprised, as he slipped into the car. "That's Antonio De La Cruz."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
Camilla watched as her marriage crumbled before her eyes. Her cousin Diane stood confidently before the entire Miller family, stroking her protruding belly. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Diane as her gaze swept across the room, locking on Camila briefly before moving on. “I’m carrying the Miller family heir,” she declared. Camila's mind reeled as she tried to process the implications of Diane's announcement. Who was the father? She turned in Lawson's direction, expecting to see shock or curiosity on his face. Instead, his expression was unreadable as he sat silently on the sofa, observing the scene unfold. She kept searching his face for answers, but It was as though he had no care in the world, didn’t care about her reaction or that of his family, and honestly, Camilla couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in his mind.“Lawson, is this true?” Camila asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Did you cheat on me?”It was an unnecessary question, but Camilla couldn’t help i
For a moment Camila saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly dismissed.Tears streamed down Camila's face as she repeated, as though trying to jog his memory, "I gave you my kidney.""And you were paid for it!" Lawson spat. "Paid for it?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "You think my kidney was for sale? You think I would have given it to you if I didn't love you?""Stop being dramatic, Camila," Lawson said, his voice cold. "Our marriage was based on a clear understanding: I needed a kidney, and you needed financial stability. You can't claim ignorance now.""I thought I was your wife," Camila whispered. "I thought I was the person you loved. But I was just a means to an end, wasn't I? A way for you to get your health back?""If that's the way you see it then, so be it." Lawson replied, his words devoid of any remorse."You know I didn't sign up to be a broodmare or a kidney donor. I thought I was marrying a man who would love and respect me, not use me for his own c
Lawson shrugged to himself, feeling no emotional attachment to Camila's outburst. "If she can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." He mumbled and a soft knock at the door broke his train of thought."Mr Lawson!" The butler voice came through and before he could continue Lawson cut him off abrupt. "Not now Charles Leave me alone," Lawson snapped his voice firm but controlled. He didn't want to be disturbed, not now, not when he was still processing the events that had just unfolded.Charles's voice was hesitant, but he eventually backed down. "Yes, sir. Sorry to disturb you."Lawson nodded to himself, even though Charles couldn't see him. He waited until he heard the butler's footsteps fade away before he turned his attention back to his thoughts.But his solitude was short-lived. The door t swung open, and Diane walked in, flaunting her protruding belly. She looked radiant, her skin glowing with a healthy pregnancy sheen.Lawson's gaze flickered to her stomach, and for a momen
Lawson's blood ran cold. The image of Camila's car crumpled on the highway flooded his mind. The nonchalant dismissal he'd felt moments ago towards the accident vanished, replaced by a sickening dread."Who found the car?" he barked at Madison, his voice tight with a sudden urgency he hadn't felt all day.He ignored Diane, who stood frozen in the doorway, her smug expression wiped clean by a flicker of curiosity.Madison, panic plastered on her face, nodded curtly. "One of your men, but who found the car isn't important right now. She must be at City General Hospital."Lawson didn't waste another second. He practically sprinted past Diane, who scrambled after him, her heels clicking frantically on the floor as she tried to keep up with the pace.The car ride to the hospital was a blur of tense silence. Lawson gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his mind replaying their argument, Camila's tear-stained face. Had his harsh words pushed her to this point? To be i
“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
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
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,
"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
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 sc
Lawson's blood ran cold. The image of Camila's car crumpled on the highway flooded his mind. The nonchalant dismissal he'd felt moments ago towards the accident vanished, replaced by a sickening dread."Who found the car?" he barked at Madison, his voice tight with a sudden urgency he hadn't felt all day.He ignored Diane, who stood frozen in the doorway, her smug expression wiped clean by a flicker of curiosity.Madison, panic plastered on her face, nodded curtly. "One of your men, but who found the car isn't important right now. She must be at City General Hospital."Lawson didn't waste another second. He practically sprinted past Diane, who scrambled after him, her heels clicking frantically on the floor as she tried to keep up with the pace.The car ride to the hospital was a blur of tense silence. Lawson gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his mind replaying their argument, Camila's tear-stained face. Had his harsh words pushed her to this point? To be i