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
*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 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
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
"I made it clear to you, Emily. Stay away from me," Antonio hissed, his voice a low growl that echoed in the relative quiet of the outer deck. He couldn't believe she'd followed him, especially here, to Cole's party. "And I made it clear to you, Antonio, that I don't take orders." Emily stepped closer, her faces inches from his "You can't just ignore me.""This isn't the time or place, Emily." He glanced back at the bar, a flicker of unease in his eyes. He didn't want Camila or anyone to know about his complicated past with Emily. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, especially not tonight. Emily glance at bar and back at Antonio. "Or is it because you're with someone else? That woman at the bar..." she chuckle like she had just piece up the puzzle. "So she's my replacement....I get it now."Antonio inhaled sharply too exasperated to resort. But as he looked into Emily's eyes, he noticed something he hadn't seen before - fear, insecurity. She's slipping. Could he use this?
Before Camila could react, he leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to her temple, just beside her ear.His eyes, however, never left Emily. He held her gaze like a silent challenge a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He could see the flicker of hurt and anger in Emily's eyes He knew he was pushing her buttons, but he couldn't stop now.She pushed him to ths point. Now he will have to fight fire with fire.Camila's quickly step back, creating some distance between them. "What was...that for.""Just a friendly greeting, Camila," he said, his voice low and smooth, but with an undercurrent of insincerity.Camila's search Antonio's face for a hidden meaning. She didn't buy his explanation. "Friendly?" She chuckled in disbelief. "You must be out of your mind."Antonio smirked. "You've been away from Mexico so long that you forgot that a kiss on the cheek is just a friendly greeting."Camila eyes him wearily and without a word she walked away. But she noticed--Antonio smirk has disappeared
"She's gone," Cole smiled. "She left the party a while ago."Antonio's gaze lingered on Cole's face, as if searching for more information. "Where did she... go?" Cole shrugged, his expression neutral. "Back to her hotel, I assume. She said she was tired."Antonio's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did she say anything else?" Cole went silent for a moment, then he stepped closer. "What's your interest in Camila, Antonio?"Antonio's smile was quick and easy. "Just making conversation, Cole. I'm just curious about the guest of honor."Cole's gaze lingered on Antonio's face as if trying to see through him. But all he saw was the same charming, polished exterior that Antonio always presented."I'll let you get back to your guests," Antonio said, with a quick glance at the room once more. Cole walked past him, but Antonio paused in the hallway, just enough to keep Cole within his peripheral vision. He watched as Cole moved through the remaining guests, his smile strained, his eyes distant.He re
Antonio took a sip of his drink, staring into space, replaying the events of the night. The risk he had taken with Camila, the plan... he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He knew it was manipulative, even cruel. But Emily had pushed him too far. She had disrupted his life, making him lose his mind; now it had to stop. He swirled the remaining liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. He needed to be careful, strategic. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Emily was unpredictable, and Camila… well, that one was hard to read, probably keeping a big secret—one he'd like to explore. Just as he was about to pour himself another drink, his phone rang. He answered, hearing Bruno's voice on the other end. "Sir, I've found her... Camila Lopez is staying at your hotel." Antonio's eyes narrowed. "What about the background check?" "It's still in progress, sir," Bruno replied. "But I should have everything you need within the next few hours." Antonio nodded, his
Lawson stared at the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" in front of him. Cold papers. He scanned every font, but he wasn't reading a single word. Alive. Camila was alive. That's all that screamed in his head.And divorce? That was the first thing she thought of? After all this time?He knew he'd messed up before. Badly. Hurt her.But this... this felt like a punch after barely catching his breath.She was back. He'd imagined this moment a thousand times – tears, hugs, relief flooding him. Not this stark white paper. Not a lawyer's polite cough. Judgmental stares and annoying impatience.A lifetime of grief had lifted, replaced by a fragile, unbelievable joy. He didn't even get the chance to apologize, hold her, or even have a normal conversation.And now this. No time to even register she was safe. Just this demand. This ending. He shook his head slightly, a bitter laugh escaping him. It was almost cruel.The lawyer cleared his throat, bringing him back to reality."Mr. Miller, once you've reviewed
Antonio went wide.What? Was he surprised? Why?It's what he wanted, wasn't it?Camila kissed him harder, her fingers tangled in his hair.Antonio held her tight. His fingers dug into her waist. The kiss felt strong, too rough for a charade. His lips moved with hers. They breathed hard.This wasn't just acting. Camila felt something new. A hot feeling. A little scary, but it would go away the moment she pulled away. She was sure of that.His hand moved on her back. His scent filled her nose. The music went soft. Too soft for what it should have been. It felt just like them.Camila pulled back; her lips felt full. Her face was hot, her toes curling restlessly. Her heart pounded in her chest.Antonio's eyes were dark, his fingers still framing her chin.A quiet moment. They breathed fast, eyes locked.And then it snapped.Camila slid her fingers from his hair, shifted back a little, and flashed him a brief smile."Well," she said, her voice soft. "That was… something.""Something… good?
"Dress as sexy as yesterday. We are going to a party. I'll text you the address and time," Camila said, a sarcastic laugh in her voice."You do know I'm not a puppet you string, Antonio. If I'm going to be your girlfriend, you're going to give me an explanation. At least tell me where I'm going, whose party it is. So we won't have any problems."Antonio smirked, impressed. "What a threat." He intercepted a passing tray, snagging a glass of red wine and offering it to her. "Drink this and calm down. I like you better when you're not angry."Camila's eyes stayed on him for a moment. Without a word, she snatched the glass from his hand. "Yeah," she said, her voice cool, "it's definitely better for you when I'm calm."She gulped the drink all in one go.Antonio smiled at the sight and took the empty glass from her while offering his hand.Eyes narrowed. Jaw set. Charming like a gentleman."Wanna dance?" he asked.Camila laughed. To be honest, she was flattered. She had come here thinking
Antonio watched himself in the mirror, carefully fastening the buttons on his jacket. Simple and smooth, just as he liked the party to go. It’s Abuelo's birthday party orchestrated by the good daughter-in-law, Emily.So sweet, wasn't it? But he knew better. He knew the gears turning in her head while she planned this messed-up celebration. She always wanted to crawl back to him; well, today she'll know there's nothing to crawl back to anymore.He gave his reflection a little nod, liking what he saw. But then a familiar face appeared behind him in the mirror—Emily.Dark eyeliner, glossy lipstick, and a dress too daring for an old man's birthday. Cleavage on full display on her off-shoulder. She was a vision of calculated allure.Her arms circled his waist from behind. "Good afternoon or evening. Didn’t keep track of time," she whispered, her cheek soft against his back.Without a word, Antonio peeled her hands off; it was a struggle at first, but there’s an advantage to being a man.Sh
Cole watched her, his own eyes wet. He wanted to hold her, but he didn't dare. "What can I do, Cami?" he asked, his voice shaky. "Tell me anything. I'll do anything to fix this." Camila let out a bitter chuckle. "You can't change what happened, Cole. Right now… I just need you to leave. I need to be alone." Cole stood there, looking at her, took one step back, then hesitated. His words seemed trapped in his throat. But he could only mutter one sentence. "I'm not giving up." And this only fueled Camila's anger. Her face scrunched up, and she pushed herself up from the bed, but then, there was another knock on the door. "Come in," Camila didn't hesitate. Anything to get rid of this suffocating tension with Cole. The door opened slowly, and someone stepped in—someone unexpected. Madison. Camila let out a short, humorless laugh. As if this confrontation with Cole wasn't bad enough. Now here comes a Miller with a pity face, here to play the good girl of the family. Madis
No one spoke.No one moved.The silence was heavy, suffocating. The room suddenly felt too small.Lawson just stood staring at the space Camila had occupied. Her words echoed in his mind like a mantra: "Lawson had my kidney, and yet treated me like I was less than dirt."The truth hit him hard. She was right. He had.He never loved her. He was distant, only saw her as his father's pawn. He could still recall the look in her eyes, the hurt, the resentment as she stormed away that day, like she would shatter if she stayed a minute longer.He should have stopped her. He should have tried harder. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't have led to this very moment.The silence stretched, taut and uncomfortable, before Diane finally shattered it. She turned on Cole, her eyes wild."You didn't come here for the dinner, did you? You don't want Madison. You just used her... and that woman... you willed her to appear to prove that she's the real Camila because..." Her voice trailed off, the words seemi
"Sorry I'm late; I got caught up in traffic."A woman.That same woman. At the elevator. But something's different about her today.The hair, the eyes... what hit Lawson most were the legs.Long, slim, so familiar. At the hospital, he hadn't taken notice, too engrossed in her mysterious behavior and the argument with Diane. Now it's so... even more mysterious.Lawson's eyes narrowed at the figure striding in with an air of confidence. Jaw set, shoulders squared, her smile seemed to hold a thousand secrets... so much arrogance in every step, like she owned the world and it should fall at her feet.She reminded him of a certain someone—same blond hair and blue eyes...Wait...He paused, brow furrowed...Who is she? How is she related to Cole? Or was it a family resemblance? It's so striking.Lawson began to walk over, hand outstretched, prioritizing formality first before going deeper.He smiled, eyes crinkling."And.. you are?"She stopped, her eyes trailing to his hand. She didn't tak
"Where are you going?"Lawson froze at his mother's voice, already halfway to the hall that led to the front door."Out," he said, not breaking his stride."Lawson." Her voice rose, and he stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh."Remember, we have dinner tonight with Madison's boyfriend.""I trust you, Mother. You wouldn't let Madison marry just anybody, so... this dinner? My presence isn't necessary," he shot back, not bothering to turn.His mother shot up from the couch, her voice sharp. "Are you out of your mind, Lawson? We agreed on this already! Before Madison goes through with the wedding, we meet his family."She scoffed, a harsh sound. "Your first marriage was a disaster, and this one, with Diane, has proven to be useless and a..." She trailed off, muttering about Diane's inability to have children and the loss of their first child due to carelessness. Then, her voice rose again, firm. "We – and I emphasize we – are not letting Madison make a mistake."Lawson scoffed, a famili
Camila: *Are you there yet?*Cole: *Please don't go in without me.*Camila: *Why? Worried I might cause a scene?*Cole: *Camila, please, I'm begging you. If you get there first, just hang around. Don't see them without me by your side.*No response.Cole frantically typed another text.*Camila.*No response. "Damn it!" he muttered, tossing his phone onto the dashboard of the car. His eyes, however, were immediately caught by Madison, who sat silently by his side, her gaze fixed on him, too intense."Seriously, Cole? You know I've warned you about texting while driving." She crossed her arms, but there was something else in her eyes Cole couldn't place. "If it was that big of a deal, you could've asked me to type it for you.""No, thank you," Cole replied quickly. "It wasn't...." He trailed off, a knot forming in his stomach under her unwavering stare."Who was that on the phone?" Madison cut in sharply.Cole hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. "Camila."Madison's expressio