The accident on New Year's Day was near fatal for Camilla. She had lost a lot of blood, with extensive internal damages, and she was in a coma. Everyone wanted to wait around, but Bradford assured everyone that the minute he heard anything, he would inform them immediately. They all said goodbye, and, once again, Bradford was left alone.He walked into the room where Camilla lay, lifeless, hooked to various machines. He held her soft, delicate hand and stroked her hair."Babe, you must wake up. Please wake up. I need you. The kids need you. We've only just found each other. I don't want to lose you now. I have so many plans for us," he said softly and tenderly. Tears welled in his eyes. His heart craved to hold her and take her out of the coma.Hours ticked by, and nurses and doctors entered her room to check her vitals. "If only it had been me instead," he thought.Taking a break from her bedside for a few minutes, Bradford went to the men's restroom. On his way back to Camilla, he
Over the next few days, Bradford had all the resources working on the culprits for the car accident. It was Wednesday afternoon. Bradford, who by now was utterly exhausted, had refused to leave the hospital room unless one of Camilla's family had arrived. Just then, there was a movement, some mumbling. Bradford stopped dead in his tracks. He heard it, a feint moan. It was Camilla, she was finally coming around. He quickly called the doctor, who examined her. The doctor confirmed that she would be okay. The recovery process would be long, but she would be okay.There was a sigh of relief on his face. He went back to the beside and looked gently at her as she started coming around. Seeing his face, she smiled slowly, her eyes lit up. "You..."."Shush, no talking, save your strength for now, my love." he urged her.She nodded slowly. She remembered they had been in an accident. "Did you?" she started."No," he responded, knowing exactly what she was asking, "My injuries weren't that se
While Camilla was still in the hospital, Bradford had organized for their things to be packed up and moved from her place to his. The children's beds, all their toys and clothing, as well as some things of Camilla's. Bradford had also organized for someone to take over the house and pay rental each month. Eliminating any additional stress on Camilla once she got home.Mid-week being a Wednesday, Bradford arranged for Uncle Chris to drop the children off at his place, explaining that the kids and Camilla would be moving in with him. That way, there was more oversight and especially now, while Camilla still had a long recuperation period ahead of her.Later in the afternoon, Bradford received a call from the detective on the case informing him that Jessica had been picked up for questioning. He was informed that should they require further information, they would need him to come down. To which he politely replied that it would not be an issue. He had just wanted this over with.On Frid
It had been three months since the car accident. Camilla and the children had settled into their new way of life quite nicely. Camilla had resumed office life, and the children were back at school. Jessica, on the other hand, was facing fifteen years in jail for attempted homicide. This didn't sit well with her. She was to serve out her sentence in a woman's prison. This would be Styal Prison, based in Wilmslow, Cheshire. This prison is a closed woman's prison for hardened criminals. Jessica was having a really hard time adjusting to this lifestyle.The weather in England was warmer as the season was now spring. Bradford had arranged a quiet dinner at a restaurant in Macclesfield called La Popote. Bradford had booked in advance and organized everything. Camilla, though living with Bradford, was still a simple girl. She didn't need or even want fancy things. Entering Camilla's room, Bradford suggested to Camilla, "Babe, why don't you wear this red dress tonight?""Bradford Hemmingway
A few weeks after Bradford and Camilla had gotten engaged, they received a visit from the Social Welfare."I'm looking for Mrs. Middleton." The medium-heightened woman said. Her voice was unemotional and not very friendly either. Probably due to the nature of the business she was in. Camilla introduced herself as Ms. Middleton."Mrs. Middleton," she said, "we have received an application from a Mister S Middleton. Are you aware of this person?""Yes, mam, he is my ex-husband. What does he want?" she asked, sighing.Bradford came to sit next to her, holding her hand as surety, for her, that he was there for her and he would help her through this."He filed for full custody of the children. Claiming that you're living with a man and that is not conducive to their well-being," she explained."Mam, with all due respect, first let me tell you that I live here with the children. Mister Hemmingway is superb with my children. Mister Hemingway's grandfather lives here, so the children, though
When Camilla awoke the next morning and entered the dining room for breakfast, she saw that everyone was already up and sitting waiting for "Who me?" he innocently asked, trying to keep a straight face."That's it, you are all in trouble," she informed.They all laughed, the nanny, Nancy, brought the food to the table, and Marshall said, "Mummy, you have a gift here." He handed the bag to her.Camilla opened the bag, and inside it was a simple white dress.Bradford placed a figure on his lips, signalling that everyone did not say anything more. "Come eat and run upstairs to get ready," he suggested.As everyone finished, Frank followed the kids up the stairs to get ready. Bradford remained downstairs with Camilla."Camilla, Grandfather had an excellent idea last night. He suggested that we go to the courthouse and get our marriage licence. That way, we are officially married, and when everything dies down, we can have a proper wedding ceremony and reception," he explained.Camilla th
True to his word, Bradford arrived back home fifteen minutes after leaving with carrier bags full of groceries.Walking into the kitchen, he watched, amazed, as his wife skillfully chopped up the vegetables for the salad and prepared two pieces of steak for herself and her husband."This looks so delicious," he said, closing the gap between them, bending his head and kissing her neck."The food," she laughed, pushing him slightly away."Forget about the food, you look delicious enough to eat," his tone dropping to a sensual level that began igniting a passion within her."You," she started but never got to finish.Bradford captured her mouth with his, delving into her mouth with his hot, wet tongue."Fuck baby, I have wanted you for so long. I have wanted to feel every ounce of you. With every movement, I have wanted to soar to greater heights with you. To be totally one with you."His words were killing her softly.Just the thought of pulling apart from her was currently unbearable.
The weekend of blissful pleasure drew to an end. Everyone went about their duties on Monday morning. The driver had dropped the children off at school, and Grandpa Hemmingway decided to stay a little longer with his cousins."Sometimes I think Grandpa has way too much time on his hands," Bradford laughed as they drove to the office.During the course of the morning, Camilla received a visit. "Mrs Hemingway," the secretary announced, "there is someone here to see you.""Send them in," she responded, curious as to who it was.The gentleman, wearing a uniform, entered the office, "Mrs Middleton?" he asked."It's Mrs Hemmingway now," she retorted.Noticing that the man was wearing a uniform that was only worn by the bailiff of the court, "Sorry, mam, this is for you," he said, handing her a document. She put the document on her desk and signed the sheet.After the bailiff had left, she sat back in her chair, looking at the document. Bradford stepped out of his office and noticed that she
Just two days were left before the wedding day. Michelle and Camilla had been very busy with the finer details. Camilla had taken James' mom and Aunt Joyce to the boutique to get their dresses for the wedding, and Michelle was at the beauty salon doing pre-bridal test runs of makeup before the day. That afternoon, Bradford and James treated all the women, Michelle's mom, James' mom, Aunt Joyce, Michelle, and Camilla, to a spa afternoon with massages. Enjoying the two hours, the ladies discussed a lot of the ideas for the reception. "Where's Tamara?" Michelle asked. "She's coming down with Frederick tomorrow morning," Aunt Ruby said, "Apparently she has something planned for you and Camilla." Camilla's eyebrows rose, "I hope she's going to behave." They all laughed. In the past, this may have been something of a warning, but Tamara had changed, and she was more placid than before. The morning before the wedding. Tamara and Frederick arrived at her parents' place around 7 that mo
Tamara and Frederick started attending the University of Bolton. Both were studying as per the specifications from Bradford. It was nearing the wedding of Tamara's brother, James, and his fiancé, Michelle. James had given his sister permission to bring a plus one to the wedding. One Friday afternoon, after lectures had ended, Frederick had invited Tamara out for dinner and drinks. "This could be the perfect time to invite him to my brother's wedding with me!" she thought. "I'll swing by your place. Be ready by 6 p.m.," Frederick informed her. Smiling, she said, "Anything specific?" she asked. "Nothing major," he responded. By 6 that evening, Tamara was ready and nervous. They'd been out with friends in a crowd, but this was their first official date. "Wow, you look beautiful," Frederick said as she opened the front door. Tamara was wearing a long, black pencil skirt with a white, long-sleeved blouse and a black jacket. "Thank you," she smiled coyly. She was blushing at the att
For the next three days, Bradford was forced to stay in hospital despite the fact that he wanted to get back home. Camilla remained at the hospital with him while they had frequent guests in and out. While lying on the bed, Bradford asked, "Can you please continue the audiobook. I want to hear what Desmond has in store for Theresa next."Camilla laughed, "Bradford, you really are something else I tell you. So do you want to listen for the sake of listening, or is it to conjure up something in that devious mind of yours for when you get home?"A devilish smile grew across his lips at the thought of what he would plan for his wife. Camilla saw that smile, and she knew what he was up to. Shaking her head, she responded, "I have no words for you, my husband." Camilla continued to play the book as they sat snuggled together on the hospital bed. Some of the scenes were excellent, and Bradford said, "Just imagine that this was us and Desmond was me," he smiled. His manhood getting a high-r
There was a long wait till Bradford was wheeled out into the ICU. "Doctor, how is my husband?" Camilla asked, tears rolling down her cheeks. "We will have to see. We managed to remove the bullet," the doctor said. Judith's father arrived at the hospital. "Tell me, is Bradford okay?" He asked, sincerely concerned about the young man. "He's still unconscious, Mr Brown," James said. "Please keep me updated on his progress," the elder gentleman said and left the hospital. Camilla went into the room, "Babe, please wake up, I need you," she said, crying as she sat beside his bed. The family popped in briefly, one at a time, to see him. "Thank you all for coming," Camilla said, "you can all go home. I will keep everyone updated on the family chat group." Nodding, they said goodbye and left.Later that evening, James and Michelle took the children in to see him. "Dad Brad, you need to be okay. We all need you, but mom and Morgan need you more," Meghan said, holding his hand. Marshall w
After finally settling on moving to Alderley Edge, Camilla and Bradford discussed attending the funeral for Jessica. Camilla had suggested that Bradford go alone, but Bradford wasn't having anything of it. "No, my love, where I go, you go. You are my wife. I'm proud of you being next to me," he uttered, putting an arm around her waist.In the past, when Camilla was married to Steven, he would definitely not have encouraged this. He would have left her behind and gone alone, but this was Bradford Hemmingway, the CEO and heir to the Hemmingway fortune. Plus, he was a different type of person altogether. He loved his wife.Meanwhile, the wedding for Michelle and James was coming quickly, and there were many preparations to be made.That Monday Camilla decided to go to the office late. Michelle had asked her to accompany her to the bridal shop for a dress. "Okay, honey, I will see you later in the office," Bradford said as he left, kissing his wife goodbye. When Michelle arrived, they wen
The next morning, James awoke with the news playing on the television. Michelle had gotten up slightly earlier to prepare breakfast for them. The news report said, "Breaking News MHP Styal Prisoner found dead in her cell. Investigations are underway, but it looks like suicide." Michelle looked up and saw a picture of the woman who had passed away. James came down the stairs at this notable point, and Michelle gasped in shock. "James, isn't that, doesn't that look like, Jessica. Bradford's ex?" she stammered in disbelief. Looking at the picture on the television, he said, "it may be." James picked up the phone and called Bradford. "Hey man, listen, have you seen the news yet?" Still half asleep after the long night, Bradford said, "Brother, it's still away too early, man. What's up?" James responded, "Bradford, go turn on the tele man. There's a picture of a lady on the news from Styal. She looks like Jessica." Realizing what James was on about, he said, "James, it is Jessica. W
December had approached pretty quickly. Tamara had sold her place, bought a new place, and moved to Bolton. The nights were getting darker earlier, as was the norm in England. James and Michelle were preparing for James' wedding. While Bradford and James were looking into selling their place and buying a bigger place for themselves and all before the new year would arrive. Meanwhile, at Style Prison, Jessica was having a terrible time adjusting to life in prison, under the strict watch of the prison guards. Many heated arguments had broken out between Jessica and a few of the inmates. Jessica was not one to back down and often came up against some of the most cruel women on her block. Randy, another female prisoner, with black, braided hair and tattoos on her body, had been locked up for the murder of her mother, her sister and her sister's little baby, all because the sister's husband refused to leave the sister for her. Randy was facing life in prison without the possibility
The next day, Camilla and Bradford were in the office having coffee. Bradford said, "Babe, the family are coming around 10 they want to discuss something with us." Camilla looked at her husband and asked, "Did they say what for? And who is coming?" Bradford smiled, "it's Uncle Chris, James, and probably Michelle and I will gather Tamara as well. I suspect it has to do with Tamara and studying further, but I'm not sure what else," he said.Thinking about it, Camilla responded, "I think I do. The house Tamara owns is in Poynton." With that Judith knocked on the door, Mrs Hemmingway, Mr Buyson is on the phone," she announced. Camilla stood up and went to take the call. While Camilla was speaking to the client, Chris and Tamara walked into the offices. "Dad, I'm going to Camilla quick," she said. Chris nodded and greeted Judith. "Morning, Sir," Judith greeted him. "Morning, can you let Mister..." Just then, the office door opened, and Bradford stepped out. "Uncle Chris, it's good
While love antics are found at Hemmingway International and at Jones & Co., things between Tamara and Frederick are warming up. Bradford and Frank had spoken to Tamara's parents and Frederick's parents, respectively, regarding the idea that they had for the two of them. However, they both felt that for them to prosper within Hemingway International, they would need to both take courses at the University of Bolton. Fortunately, Frederick lived in Bolton, so it was not a problem for him. Frederick was twenty nine and single. He'd had a few women in his life, but none were serious. Not until Tamara came along. Something about her captivated him. He was drawn to her wild nature and zest for life. Frederick was average height for a male. He had sandy blonde hair with green eyes. Tamara was shorter than Frederick, not that this stopped her. On the other hand, Tamara lived in Knutsford, so for her, it would be at least a forty-minute drive each day to and from Bolton. Tamara had decided t