Camilla opened her eyes to see Derek lying beside her, one hand wrapped firmly around her waist. She was in his room, with the bed sheets scattered around her legs. She was still dressed in the diamond gown she wore to the engagement party. But that wasn't what stole her breath. Derek was staring at her intently. He propped up himself on his elbow, while his other hand gently drew lazy circles round her waist to her hip. His eyes were half closed, the pupils hazy and dark as the night sky. He looked so breathtaking and Camilla felt her heart beat speed up. Their faces were just inches apart, and if she decided to move, her lips would touch his. Why was she in his embrace? Why was he gazing at her in that seductive way? "Derek?" She whispered. "Yes my love." He whispered back, and the endearment spoken in that raspy deep voice made her heart leap. "What–what are you doing?" She asked."Nothing. I love to watch you sleep. You're so beautiful." Derek replied. He lifted his hand to
The week flew by rapidly and before Camilla knew it, it was the day of her wedding. She would be getting married to Derek Donovan. She would be Mrs Donovan, billionaire wife. It all still felt like a dream to her. Just a few months ago, she had been kicked out of her ex husbands house, penniless and alone. Yet here she was, about to get married to the wealthiest billionaire in the city. If it was a dream indeed, she never wanted to wake up. As she took a relaxing warm bath that morning, her mind played over the events that had occurred the entire week. Derek had taken her with him to numerous important meetings with his business clients and partners. He wanted her to get familiar with the life she was about to step into, because she would need to play her part perfectly for the next three or more years. It had been one hell of a week, and with Derek's constant display of love and affection, the ice around her heart had begun to melt. It was inevitable and Camilla knew it. Derek w
Camilla stood in the middle of the room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her wedding gown screamed of luxury. Made from the finest and most expensive material, adorned with pearls and jewels. The top of the gown wrapped her chest snugly, before flaring out from her waist, covering her legs and feet. The veil swirled down her hair, making a long train behind her. Her make-up was perfection, and so was the flower bouquet she held. The emerald pearl necklace rested comfortable around her neck, the gemstone glittering prettily. She was rendered speechless as she stared at the mirror in awe. She hadn't felt this way during her first marriage with Nick. Right now, she felt like a real bride. The door opened and Lydia stepped in with Mabel. "Oh my dear child." Lydia gushed, her hands over her mouth. "You look so beautiful. The perfect bride."Camilla smiled shyly and slowly turned around to face her soon to be mother-in-law. "I'm so nervous." She whispered. "It is totally nor
Camilla felt a persistent ringing in her head, and every other sound gradually faded away. Her gaze fell on the gunshot wound on Derek's chest, bleeding profusely. The ringing intensified until it pounded in her head and ears. She stood frozen, oblivious of the chaos around her. Someone pushed past her violently and she staggered to the side, yet her gaze remained on Derek's bloody chest. There was so much blood. She felt he would collapse any minute. Yet he stood straight, barking orders to the armed body guards around him. Some of the armed security had rushed Lydia Donovan out of the church while everyone else was trying to run for cover. Derek then turned to Camilla and found her staring at him silently. Her eyes were glazed over, her lips slightly parted, her face pale. It seemed she was in a trance, and her gaze was lowered to the wound on his chest. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he held her arms and gently shook her. "Camilla! Camilla I am okay. I'm not hurt."But C
It didn't make sense to Derek at all. Why would someone deliberately target Camilla? He quietly stepped out of the room so he wouldn't disturb her. "I don't get it. Are they targeting her because she's my wife?" He asked angrily. "It's more complicated than that, Mr. Donovan." Perkins answered. "Are you aware of your wife's past marriage to Nick Sinclair?""I am. Don't tell me that bastard is behind this." Derek ceased his pacing, his jaw tightening with suppressed rage. He still remembered how Nick almost hit her that day at the lounge. It was the same man that had treated her like trash when they were married. "Not at all, but these are just speculations." Perkins said quickly. "We have no leads yet on the suspect behind the shooting. My men are doing all they can to dig out the shooter's identity. But until we find out who is behind it, I would advice she stay indoors at all times.""I'm not going to cage my wife just because some bastard wants to hurt her." Derek snapped. "I wa
Derek remained in his study long after Doctor Steven stitched up his wound and left. He made a few phone calls and checked in with his assistants on his various companies and businesses. Hours later, he had still not gotten word from Perkins on the shooter. He was getting increasingly worried because he still didn't know the main reason why Camilla was being targeted. Was it because of him? Or was it someone from her past? He had his suspicions pinned on Nick Sinclair, but he didn't want to make any hasty decision. He would wait for Perkins to conduct his search first. It was dusk by the time he left his study, leaving behind an empty bottle of vodka on the desk. He had assumed the alcohol would numb the pain, but it did little to help. Doctor Steven had told him he was lucky the bullet didn't do any damage. He stepped into the room, expecting to see Camilla still asleep. But she wasn't. Her wedding dress lay on the floor in front of the bathroom, and that was when he heard her
Minutes later, Camilla stepped out of the room and joined Derek in the dining room. Derek was still on a call, his back turned towards her. From the sound of his voice, she could tell he was pissed. She silently walked past him, but his arm shot out suddenly and wrapped around her waist. She stared at him in surprise, her eyebrows raised. But he ignored her and kept giving orders to the person on the other end of the call. "Get back to me immediately you're done." He ended the conversation and hung up. Then he turned to face her, smiling teasingly. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" Camilla replied, frowning up at him. "I was just concerned for my wife." He said. Camilla looked away from him, unable to keep eye contact. Whenever he addressed her as his wife, it always made her heart flutter. Derek smiled at her reaction, glancing over the light pink night dress she chose to wear. The matching jacket hid most of her figure from his gaze and he frowned in discomf
Derek didn't want to worry her with whatever news Perkins found, so he dropped the phone and slowly caressed Camilla's hair until she quieted. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, pulling away from him. "I'm usually not like this. I've learned to stay strong over the years." Her eyes were red and wet with tears, yet she remained utterly beautiful to him. "Sometimes it's okay to break down and just cry." Derek replied her, fishing out a napkin from his pocket and handing it to her. "It helps relieve whatever burden you might have.""Have you ever cried for anything?" Camilla asked. She wiped her eyes and looked up at him, waiting for his answer. Derek suddenly had a flash of memories. He remembered clearly, the day Susan told him she was no longer interested in him. He had cried his heart out, and that was the day he vowed never to love again. The pain had been too much. Thinking about it now made him annoyed and he shoved the memory away. "For men like me, crying is a sign of weakness." He
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