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
"I have an important meeting with some business associates today." Derek said as he stood before the mirror, buttoning his shirt. Camilla turned around on the bed and gazed at him. He was impeccably dressed, and he stood before the mirror, fussing with his tie. "Would you like to come with me?" He asked further when she kept staring at him. Camilla jerked her eyes away from his muscled abs and broad shoulders, and looked at him. "Do you mind if I stay back?" She murmured. "I'm still shaken from the incident that occurred on our wedding.""Don't worry about any of that." Derek assured her with a smile. "The police are doing everything they can. But until then, remember what we discussed. I know it would be bothersome to you, being trailed by bodyguards. But it's the only way I can be assured of your safety.""I understand." Camilla nodded. She got off the bed, tightening the belt of her robe another waist. "I was thinking of going shopping today. I barely have anything to wear, so i
"Mrs. Donovan, are you headed out?" The butler, Wilson, asked immediately Camilla stepped down from the room. As she walked towards him, a few of the maids walked past and bowed at her. Not used to such respect, she smiled at them before turning her attention to Wilson. "It's Wilson, right?""Yes ma'am." Wilson nodded. "Please, call me Camilla. And yes, I'm heading out. I thought I would go for a little shopping.""Of course. Mr. Donovan informed me before he left." Wilson said. "The limo is ready.""Um, could you do something for me Wilson?" Camilla asked with an apologetic smile. "Anything ma'am." Wilson replied, insisting on being polite to her. "I really don't want to draw much attention to myself, so I think I would pass on the limo.""Of course. Which car would you like to take?"Camilla stepped outside and stared at the fleet of luxurious classy cars. It was so hard to make a choice. Then she she saw a Mercedes, one that wasn't so classy as the others, but still reeked of
"The police are on their way." Shirley said smugly, dropping the phone. "As for this black card, I think I'll hold on to it until they find out who you stole it from.""You have no idea whom you're dealing with." Camilla muttered. She didn't bother to trade words with them because she knew it would cause a scene. She moved away from them and brought out her phone. The first number she dialed was Derek's and he picked on the first ring. "My love, are you okay?" His voice was both deep and relaxed when he answered. "I hope I didn't interrupt your meeting." She said apologetically."Of course not. You're more important." Apparently, Derek was in the middle of a very important meeting with his business associates when he saw her call. But he answered nonetheless, interrupting the middle aged man who was still speaking. "I need your help."Derek could hear the discomfort in her voice, even though she tried to hide it, and it piqued his attention. He got up instantly and walked out of
The shopping area turned heavy with tension as passersby peeked in, curious to know what was happening. Charlie and the other bodyguards were finally able to enter, and they formed a semi circle behind Derek and Camilla. Shirley wisely shut her mouth, especially when she noticed that Camilla was indeed Derek's wife. She averted her gaze, hoping she didn't just put herself in trouble. Even the other women who had been recording with her were totally silent. "Mr. Donovan." David stepped forward, holding his hands out. "This was just a minor misunderstanding.""Inspector David, I'll be the judge of that." Derek cut him short arrogantly. Then he turned to Camilla and asked. "Tell me love, what happened here?"Camilla didn't bother to hide Shirley's identity. She pointed her chin at the woman. "She called me a thief, accused me of stealing the black card, and very subtly threw insults at me.""Oh, Mrs. Donovan, you must have misunderstood me." Shirley said quickly, stepping forward. "I
"Would you wait here for me? I have to return to my meeting." Derek said as he stepped into his office with Camilla beside him. Camilla looked up at him in surprise. "You left your meeting because of me?" She asked. "Derek you really didn't have to...""Camilla you're my wife. Anything that concerns you, concerns me." Derek gently interrupted her. "What did you expect me to do when you called? Tell you to figure it out yourself?"Camilla shrugged and looked away. She hadn't really expected him to leave such an important meeting. If she had known he was in the middle of something important, she never would have called. Derek then took her to the large executive chair behind the desk and lowered her on it. Then he leaned over her, his hands trapping her on the chair. "I know our marriage is based on a contract, and there are rules to follow." He said. "But we are legally married. You're my wife, and I am your husband. We should care...""Care about each other always, whether in publi
Derek drove straight out of the city and soon, the bustling New York highway was left behind. As he drove further away, the roads turned narrow, surrounded by trees and large mountains. It became eeriely quiet, the trees rustling gently as the afternoon breeze ruffled through them. The tarred road turned uneven and dusty and thirty minutes later, he pulled to a stop at the edge of the road. "Let's go." He said, stepping out of the car. "Are we just going to leave the limo here?" Camilla asked as she stepped down and shut the door. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to it. People hardly come here." Derek answered, taking her hand in his. "Where exactly are we going?""You'll see." He said as he followed a path and began to walk deep into the trees. The atmosphere was still and serene, filled with the sound of birds chirping from the trees. Camilla held on tight to his hand, trying not to stumble over the numerous tree roots and stumps. They got to a little steep hill and she had
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