"Marry me, Camilla. Be my wife."Camilla sat frozen, her ears buzzing with what she just heard. She waited for Derek to tell her he was just teasing, yet he kept staring straight into her eyes. His icy gaze was dead serious. "What?" She said the only word she could muster. "I want you to marry me." Derek repeated. Still holding her gaze, he opened the box and Camilla felt her breath seize. Nestled inside the plush interior was an engagement ring, with a big fat diamond glittering at her. Her lips parted, yet she couldn't say a word. She had never been struck speechless as she was at that moment. Finally tearing her gaze from the diamond ring, she looked up at him, sky blue eyes clashing with his stormy gaze. "Are you crazy?" She blurted out all of a sudden. Derek Drew back, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He had expected a strong reaction from her, but not that. "I beg your pardon?""How can you ask me to marry you?" Camilla continued. "Wait, what did you expect? That I would
Derek's hand closed over hers in a warm handshake, sealing the deal. They both stood there, silently gazing into each other's eyes, lost in their own thoughts. Derek was glad that he had finally found a way to take care of the issue. Once the entire New York knew he was getting married, there would be an uproar. It would be on everyone's lips and the news would go on for months. But definitely, it would die down. He was counting on that. As for Camilla, she hoped she hadn't just made the biggest mistake of her life by accepting Derek's proposal. If there was one thing she was happy for, it was a chance to finally have her revenge on Nick Sinclair. "So, the terms of the contract are clear." Derek voiced out, pulling her out of her thoughts. He released her hand and both of them sat down. Then he picked up an envelope and handed it to her. "Everything you need to know are in there. Feel free to ask any questions.""Were you so confident that I would accept?" Camilla asked as she op
Camilla's heart was still hammering in her chest, even after she and Derek exited the penthouse and drove away. Her stomach tingled whenever she remembered how his lips felt against her skin when he kissed her hand. It had been unexpected, and her heart had taken a big leap when he did it. But she had to remind herself that it was all an act. They were bound by a contract and they had to act like they were actually in love. None of it was real. "Are you okay?" Derek asked, gazing at her for a moment before turning back to the road. "Yeah." She replied, licking her lips nervously. She caressed the diamond ring for a while before taking a deep breath and staring outside. "Where are we going?""To get you a dress." Derek answered, pressing down on the accelerator. The Rolls-Royce zipped through the express, the engine purring softly. "A dress?""Yes. Would you rather see my mother dressed in your work clothes?""Oh. Right." Camilla smiled and nodded. The car turned silent again unt
The drive to Derek's estate was silent and Camilla preferred it that way. She needed time to prepare herself mentally for what was about to happen. "How's your mom like?" She asked, unable to keep still. "You'll love her." Derek answered, one hand spinning the wheel as the Rolls-Royce sped down the highway. "She's the sweetest soul you'll ever meet, but mess with her and risk unleashing the fury within her." Camilla gulped nervously. "She sounds–scary." He chuckled and reached over to pat her hand. "You'll be fine. As a matter of fact, you remind me of her in a way." Camilla was taken aback by his words. So that was what he meant when he said she reminded him of someone dear to him, back at the motel the night they had that dinner. She had assumed he meant a lost love. After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the grand estate. The large silver gates automatically pulled open as the Rolls-Royce slowed down in front of it. The estate was magnificent. The front yard
Camilla had expected a lot of questions, but not that particular one."Games?" She repeated. "I don't understand.""I think you understand me perfectly, Camilla Rosenberg." Lady Donovan said sharply. "Do you really love my son, or you're just after his wealth?""No. I'm–I'm not that kind of girl." Camilla shook her head. "I love your son for who he is, not his wealth or status.""Really? You see, Camilla, I know all about you. I wouldn't just let some random girl into my son's life so easily. You're an orphan, and you were married to Nick Sinclair for three years. Is Derek aware of this?"Camilla was beyong shocked. How did the woman know every detail about her? "How do you know all this?" She whispered. "A mother does all she can to protect her child." Lady Donovan replied. "When I first found out about you, I had my doubts. But when Derek told me how you hit him for touching you inappropriately, I knew I had to dig a little deeper. I needed to know the kind of girl you were. Now I
The moment the news of Derek and Camilla's engagement hit the media, it seemed the entire New York had been hit by an earthquake. Every news channel and social media took up the news. The headlines were bold and blaring: New York's billionaire heartthrob breaks the ice as he shares photos of his gorgeous fiancée, Camilla Rosenberg. The press and paparazzi were constantly gathered around Derek's estate, eager to see the new couple, waiting with their cameras and millions of questions. The news spread from mouth to mouth until the entire New York was breathing the same word. Billionaire CEO, Derek Donovan had finally found a bride. Derek knew this was what would happen the moment the news became known, but he had planned it well. This time, he wasn't trending because of a scandal. The news would actually increase his fame and skyrocket his companies and businesses.As for Camilla, she was still trying to get used to this new fame. Seeing pictures of her face splashed all over the n
"Is an engagement party really necessary?" Camilla asked softly. She was with Derek in his room, staring at the huge wardrobe containing hundreds of luxurious outfits. Gowns, fancy dresses, shoes, bags, you name it. When Derek told her he would give her the life she could ever dream of, he took it serious. The amount of money he had spent on her within the last few days was outrageous. And everytime she tried to stop him, he would say, "You're my fiancée. My money is yours to spend love."His response always made her blush and she had to keep reminding herself every minute that it wasn't real. She was only bound to him by a contract. To her surprise, he had already planned an engagement party, and every celebrity had been invited. "Of course it is." Derek replied her. He was seated on the bed, looking through some files. "How else would the world know I'm serious about marrying you?"Camilla chuckled. He was right. They needed to make everyone believe it. Her gaze lowered to her
Derek's lips were just mere inches away from Camilla's. He could feel her breath on his face, and the sweet flowery fragrance of her cologne. Her lips were slightly parted, eagerly waiting for his. Her eyes were closed in anticipation. She looked utterly irresistible at that moment, and he could feel his groin twitching in response. She hadn't even made a move to touch him, yet his body was responding to hers. She was like a delicate flame just waiting to blaze, and he knew he would get burned if he didn't move away. To hell with all that. He wanted to get burned. His eyes slowly closed and just as his lips brushed against hers, Jeremy's voice interrupted the serene moment. The compartment dividing the driver's seat from the rear of the limo slid open and he poked his head through. "Boss, we're here." He said, then froze when he realized what he interrupted. His mouth formed a little 'o' and he quickly moved away, shutting the compartment again. Derek had already released Camil
In the blink of an eye, one week flew by. One week of pleasure, desire and whispered promises. Camilla wished they could stay a little bit longer in Paris. But she knew it was impossible. Their honeymoon was over, and Derek needed to return and take charge of his company. The flight back to New York was silent, but it was a comfortable one. Camilla slept all through, tired and content, snug in Derek's embrace. As for Derek, he tried not to let his annoyance show as he read through the text messages Jeremy had sent him. Apparently, Andrew had managed to get a few of the shareholders on his side and they were planning on sabotaging the entire company and gaining half of his entire assets. Derek didn't feel an ounce of worry. He knew the likes of Andrew Houston and he also knew how to deal with them. What he was bothered about was the fact that Andrew might make a move on Camilla or his mother, using them to get to him. He would have to protect them every way he could. The flight
"I want you to make love to me."Camilla's words echoed in Derek's ears until every other sound faded. His eyes darkened and without warning, he lifted her until her weight was in his hands, his fingers curling around her buttocks. "I'm not going to ask if you're sure." He rasped, his lips brushing over hers. "I am sure. I want you Derek. Make love to me."Her whispered response was all he needed. He strode into the room, with Camilla still cradled in his arms, tights claspsed tightly around his waist. He paused at the edge of the bed and slammed his lips on hers in a hot desperate kiss. It started slowly, gathering speed and momentum as they each tried to dominate the other. His powerful hands tightened around her buttocks as he rocked against her, his thick bulge straining for release. They broke the kiss, each gasping for air for a moment. Then Camilla tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. Her head fell back in surrender, her lips parted in a silen
Paris was everything Camilla always dreamed about, and more. The city of love and romance, like her father used to say. She couldn't believe she was finally in her dream city, with the man she loved. The private jet landed at the airport and crawled round the tarmac until it came to a stop. She was still staring through the window, her gaze pinned on the scenario below her, when she felt Derek's warm touch. She turned around, and when he saw the tears gleaming in her eyes, he panicked for a moment. "What is it my love?" He asked worriedly. Camilla smiled and quickly wiped her eyes. Then she shook her head and looked back at him. "Nothing. I'm just a little bit emotional. I can't believe I'm actually here with you. Everything is so perfect and I can't help but feel overwhelmed."Her voice faltered when Derek leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. She shut her eyes and sighed, her lips moving slowly with his as he deepened the kiss. He gently grasped her chin, his thumb stroking
"Marry me again, Camilla. For real this time."Camilla felt her heart leap within her, pounding hard against her chest. Her gaze clashed with his, her lips parted in shock, her expression one of disbelief. "What?" She whispered. "I know this is unexpected." Derek continued, then let out a soft chuckle. "Hell, I never expected to be in this position again. My heart has been closed off for ten years. But I met you, and your warmth thawed the ice around my heart. I love you desperately, Camilla. I want to spend eternity with you."Camilla was still in shock. Her heart raced, her mind wild with a million thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and it made her a bit terrified. One thing she had learned over the years was, whenever things were going perfectly for her, something always ruined it. She was terrified that something would ruin this peace and serenity she had with Derek. But on the other hand, she could no longer imagine a life without him. A life without waking up next to
"Do you remember this place?" Derek asked, slowly taking off his hands from her eyes. Camilla opened her eyes finally and looked up at the tall building before her. She smiled as memories assailed her mind. Of course she remembered it. Paragon Dining. It was the place she and Derek had their first dinner, before pictures of them flooded the internet. It was a fond memory, one she would never forget. "I do." She said, smiling up at him. "But why did you bring me here?""Impatient much." He said, gently taking her hand in his. "You'll find out soon enough."Camilla silently followed him, all the while wondering what he was up to. It was a cool evening and the night air caressed her bare hands. She had on a gorgeous, black, sleeveless evening dress, with silver heels and matching jewelries. Derek, as usual, looked utterly good looking in his grey tux. He had never looked more handsome. The parking lot of the diner was deserted, just as it had been that first time. To her surprise, t
"How did you put the tracker in the necklace?" Camilla asked. She was seated in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection, then at Derek who stood behind her, drying her hair. They stood in the middle of the room before the large mirrors, wearing matching robes. Derek held a hair dryer and he raised it above her head, letting the hot air dry her damp hair. After several moments of pleasure, they finally left the bathroom. Camilla sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, smiling up at Derek who was playing with her hair as he dried it. "It was easy." He answered. "After our argument, I did a lot of thinking. I knew I had no other way of proving Nick's lies. So I told Perkins to run a background check. It turned out that video Nick showed you was a fake one.""It was?"Derek nodded. "It was edited, all to lure you out. I knew you would never believe me, so I had to find another way. Perkins had his men place a tracker on the necklace, and I gave it to you. With that, I would know
When Derek arrived home with Camilla, he dismissed his entire staff. He didn't want her to feel worse than she already felt. The sports car slowed to a stop in the estate's parking lot and he got down. Camilla watched him walk round to the passenger's side and opened the door. Just when she wanted to come down, he leaned down and lifted her in his arms. "Derek... I can walk..." She protested softly. "I know that." He said. "But you and I know you're still shaken up with what happened. Don't pretend you're okay."Camilla opened her mouth to argue, but she realized he was right. She would probably collapse if she tried to walk. She could feel herself trembling, even in his arms. For a few seconds, Derek stood before the front door, staring silently at her. His stare was deep, intense, his eyes swirling with nameless emotions. He breathed her name, so soft that she almost didn't hear it. "What's wrong?" She whispered. Derek smiled and shook his head. "Nothing." He rasped. "I'm jus
"Get away from my wife." Derek said in a deadly calm voice. His eyes blazed with fury, his pupils dilating like black holes sucking in the light around him. Nick rolled away from Camilla, his expression one of extreme shock and a hint of fear which he tried to hide. How did Derek find their location? He zipped up his pants and stood there, trying to put on a fearsome look. "You have no business with her anymore Donovan. She divorced you. She's mine now." Derek's gaze didn't falter as he stepped further into the building. The other men backed away, their gazes flickering between him and the unconscious Craig. Two of the men brandished weapons, their eyes alert and ready to attack. Derek ignored them and walked over to Camilla who was huddled beside the wall, hugging her body and trembling. When his gaze fell on her ripped dress and the bloody bruise on her face, something snapped within him. As he crouched before her, Nick moved and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back vici
Derek's handsome face was a mask of fury as he pressed down on the accelerator, zipping through the highway at top speed. Jaws clenched tightly, knuckles white from his hard grasp around the wheel, he navigated through the busy road, swerving occasionally into different lanes. As he drove, his gaze lowered to his cellphone. The red icon was still on the move, and there was quite a distance between him and the icon's location. He looked away and floored the pedal, making the sleek sports car jerk forward with insane speed. "Hold on, my love. I won't let that bastard hurt you." He murmured, his thoughts on Camilla. He should have tried harder in convincing her not to go. He had been so annoyed when she chose to go back to her him. Even when he knew she was going back to him because of her father, it didn't stop him from feeling a bit jealous. And now she was in danger. If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He cast one last look at his cellphone before taking