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
The drive back to the city was silent, but it was a comfortable one. Camilla sat quietly, her cheeks stained with a deep blush, her lips pulled into a smile. She couldn't stop thinking about the steamy kiss she and Derek had shared after she agreed to take their contract marriage forward. She remembered how her body had come alive under his touch. How his fingers had gripped her with possessive strength, his lips hot and insistent on hers. And when they broke away, staring into each other's eyes silently, their breaths mingling, it had been a magical moment. Her heart was still thudding with excitement and she shut her eyes and turned her face towards the window. "Be still, my heart." She whispered under her breath. But her excitement surged on. She had never felt this way for a man. Any man. It didn't help when Derek took her hand across the seat, his thumb gently stroking her skin. She turned and looked at him, her blush deepening when he smiled at her before turning back to th
"Fucking hell." Derek cursed under his breath when the knock sounded. He ignored it, burying his nose in the curve of Camilla's neck and kissing her fervently. The knock came again and Derek growled low in his throat, annoyed at the disturbance. Camilla giggled and tried to slide down, but his grip around her tightened and held her firmly to him. "Who is it?" He snapped. "Forgive my disturbance, Mr. Donovan, but your dinner is getting cold." Wilson's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "Thank you Wilson. You may leave." Derek dismissed him and turned his attention back to Camilla. He claimed her lips in another passionate kiss, his hands expertly stroking her entire body until she was moaning from pleasure. "Fuck, Camilla. What you do to me..." He groaned, sucking on the soft skin on her shoulder. He carried her to the bed and lowered her on the covers. "Derek...""Don't speak." His raspy order was all she needed and she gladly fell silent. When his hands closed over
Camilla reread the text over and over again, trying to decipher if there was a hidden message within. How was it possible that her father was still alive all these years? Didn't Nick kill him? Years back when she thought he died of a heart attack, she had conducted a funeral for him, but had not seen his dead body. She had been a mess, too heartbroken from Nick's ill treatment and abuse. Had Nick been lying about killing her father?But how sure was she about the text? What if someone was trying to lure her out? Trying to kill her, like they almost did at the wedding? What was she to do? She slowly wiped her eyes and bent down to pick the phone. The text instructed her clearly not to tell anyone. Would she be making a big mistake if she told Derek? Just then, the door opened and Derek walked in, holding a dinner tray. There was a soft smile on his face, and it disappeared immediately he saw the look on hers. "What is it?" He asked. Dropping the tray at the foot of the bed, he wal
Camilla walked slowly into the alley, her heart thudding within her. It was eeriely quiet, and the wind ruffled discarded papers across the pavement. The alley reeked of urine, and the walls on either sides were covered in graffiti. She held her purse tighter to her side, her eyes darting around frantically. A few cars drove past the front of the street, and a number of passersby walked past, but no one ventured into the alley. Where was the anonymous texter? she wondered. She had done everything on the text; refrained from telling anyone and coming alone. She had done her part. Now where were they? Someone stepped into the alley suddenly and she jerked back, flattening her back against the wall. The strange man was dressed in rugged baggy clothes, with a hat shielding his face. He walked past her silently, barely acknowledging her. For a minute, he turned and stared at her, probably wondering why she was standing alone in the middle of a quiet alley. He turned and walked on wit
"I want you back." Nick said without hesitation. Camilla stared at him like he had just sprouted horns. He had to be insane, she thought. Did he think she would crawl back to him just because he held her father captive? "You're crazy." She said, wrenching her arm away from his grip. "I would rather die than come back to you.""Then your father dies." Nick snarled. "You know me, Camilla. I can be ruthless if I want to be. Just one phone call and he's dead.""What did I ever do to you Nick?" Camilla yelled, her voice slightly unsteady. "Keep your voice down you bitch." Nick hissed, clamping his hand over her mouth. He cocked his head, listening for any sound that would indicate someone was heading their way. All was quiet. He slowly released her and she pushed him away from her. "You have one week." He said harshly. "One week to end your joke of a marriage and come back to me."Camilla knew it was impossible. There was no way she would go back to Nick, whether her father's life was
"Where have you been?" Camilla felt her heart leap immediately she looked up and saw Derek standing in the living room, staring at her. His face which was usually brightened by his charming smile was devoid of emotion this time. She couldn't tell if he was mad. He had to be, she thought. She told him she would be home all day, which had been a lie. "I–I took a walk." She stuttered, forcing the lie out of her mouth. "Is that so?" Derek questioned, still in that calm deep voice. He was standing beside the grand staircase, arms crossed before him. His eyes watched her, dark and brooding, as if he was trying to figure out her lies. "Yes." She nodded. Unable to keep eye contact with him, she looked away. "I, uh, I know I told you I would be home all day. But I got bored and decided to take a short walk.""And your short walk took three hours?" Derek asked, arching a brow questioningly. Camilla gulped nervously. Dang it, she cursed inwardly. He must have returned home long ago and rea
"You're leaving me?" Derek asked in a voice laced with panic. "I don't know what to do Derek." Camilla whispered. She walked closer to him and held his face. "I don't want to leave you, but I want to save my father.""Camilla your father is dead." Derek said quietly. "I know my words are cruel, but it's the truth. Nick just wants you back because he can't stand the fact that you've grown successful.""You don't know that." She said, dropping her hands. "I know he fed you those lies because he knows you would do anything to save your father." Derek continued. "Don't make the mistake of going back to him.""But I have to Derek." Camilla argued. "I don't want to go back to him for anything, but if it is the only way of saving my father, then I would."Seeing that she wouldn't change her mind, Derek had no choice but to change his tactics. He couldn't let her fall for Nick's trick. "I'm sorry, but you're not leaving." He said. "Derek you can't stop me." Camilla said angrily. "I don't
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