DANTE'S POV The ride home seemed to take forever, my head spun flying down the highway to the racing heartbeat in time with each throb of the reviving car. Whatever Anthony found. It just didn't feel right. There was something in the tone with which he spoke over the phone, reserved as if he didn't say too much until I saw it myself. No sooner had I stepped into the mansion than Camilla and Anthony were waiting for me at the foyer. Camilla leaned casually against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, but all the while her eyes had not left mine since the moment I came into their view. "Dante." Her voice was soft, yet a drop of concern was clearly indiscriminate in it. I walked up to them, and the feeling of tension in the air was as thick as an ax. "What did you find?" I asked Anthony in a voice as flat as possible, while my stomach seemed to have a storm brewing inside it. Anthony nodded toward the hallway. "Let's go to the control room, and I'll show you." It was a
CAMILLA'S POVDays in the mansion had all started to blur together. Since the kidnapping attempt, Dante had been practically forcing me to take some time off from work to take care of Jasper, but being home was slowly eating me alive. Jasper, -was just so full of life, but weeks confined inside crippled me. I needed an outing.I turned back to Jasper, who lay on his play-mat staring in wonder at the dangling toys, his little hands swatting at them. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. At the same time, part of me was really coveting fresh air and adult conversation. Whipping out my phone, I tapped out a quick text to Kate. We haven't had time to see each other since I started working at the company. She and I had only recently clicked, so it seemed nice catching up with her.*Hey Kate! Was thinking of getting out for a bit. Want to catch up over lunch?*It wasn't very long before she did reply. “Oh, absolutely! I could do with a break myself. How about that little Italian pl
CAMILLA'S POVThis drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual because the tension between Anthony and me filled the space. Jasper slept peacefully in his car seat, oblivious to the awkward energy swirling around us.It just wasn't computing in my head, and I was stuck within it. Kate? Anthony's wife? What was the possibility of such a crazy coincidence? And to crown it all, that look they'd given across at the restaurant, things which at that time I wouldn't have given a second thought but were now nagging me as if there was more to them than met the eye.A few minutes of complete silence later, I couldn't help myself but turn to him and ask:"Anthony," I said, my voice tentative. "Why didn't you tell Kate about your work? About… everything?"He stiffened a fraction, his eyes on the road ahead, yet for one second I actually thought he wouldn't say another word."It's better she doesn't know," he finally grumbled in that deep hoarse voice of his.I arched my brow. "Better? You th
DANTE'S POVCamilla had been begging to go back to work for weeks, and I finally relented. It wasn't easy to let her out of the house, much less out of my sight, not after everything that had happened. That kidnapping attempt on Jasper still haunted my every waking moment. But Camilla wasn't made to sit at home. I knew that. And so, I increased Jasper's security detail, instructing the nanny, as well as every last one of my men, to call me at the first hint of trouble.As we pulled up to the hospital, I glanced over at Camilla in the passenger seat. Intent on her phone, no doubt checking emails, like all was right with the world. But nothing had been since that night. I blew out a deep breath and forced myself to push down the unease crawling up my spine. We were going to see Alex first before heading to the office. We stepped through the doors into the hospital, into that world of disinfectant and quiet hum of activity. I clench my jaw as we head down the hall."There he is," Camill
CAMILLA'S POVDante, really, I don't think that's such a great idea that we show up together," I said for what felt like the hundredth time as we pulled up to the company parking lot. I glued my eyes on the window as employees trickled into the building, my stomach twisting with nerves. I still have a hard time fitting in since I started working here.Of course, Dante didn't care. He shut off the car and turned toward me with that annoyingly calm expression of his. "And as I've said, no one will bother you if they know you're in a good relationship with me, at least.""I'm already having trouble fitting in," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "You showing up with me, after I've had a long break, isn't exactly helping.”His hand had brushed mine, and I looked up to catch him grinning, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "If anyone says anything, I'll take care of them. They wouldn't dare."I huffed. With Dante, there was just no arguing. His overprotectiveness stifled me at times, though I knew
CAMILLA'S POVDante slid into the seat beside me like it had always belonged to him, utterly and completely oblivious that every last soul in the cafeteria was staring. I sat in wordless face-on-fire deep fire of heat and wished on every available star that the universe would just spare me from this. I kept my head down and hoped he'd just eat quietly and leave.Of course, that was just a bit too much to hope for."Afternoon, ladies," Dante said smoothly, voice slicing through murmurs of quiet. "I hope you're treating Camilla well. She's quite important around here, you know."I choke on my drink, eyes wide with surprise, as Sarah exchanges excited glances with Hannah, and I want to melt into the floor."Of course, Mr. Draven," Megan cooed the words out, the mood doing a complete turn as sugar dripped from her lips while she batted her eyelashes up at him.Dante's eyebrow rose; those lips hooked in that smug grin of his. "Glad to hear that. Make it stay that way. Camilla's part of the
CAMILLA'S POV"I don't give a fuck what any of those people think," he whispered low, the skin of his forehead pressed firmly against mine, the warm breath tangling with mine in dizzying waves. The light in his office was dimmed down, softening the contours that were otherwise sharp, casting shadows over his jawline, the eyes that seemed to drill into my being with so much intensity. "I'm done pretending, Camilla."His words sent a shiver down my spine, and fear and undeniable thrill knotted in dead heat. The tension thickened, stretched between us like a live electric wire ready to snap as my heart hammered, holding his gaze. And before I could gather my thoughts even, his lips had descended on mine-possessive, claiming, and filling the space between us with a hunger I hadn't realized was mutual until that moment.I was slipping, my resistance crumbling against the overt, blunt force of his kiss. His hands-rough, yet gentle in their intent wrapped around my face, angling it, so the k
CAMILLA'S POVAnd then, without any warning at all, his lips branded mine-hard and unrelenting. It was as if my body had its own mind, my hands found their way to his shoulders to steady myself as he kissed me, and I could feel his heartbeat racing against my own. I melted into him, letting my body take over where my mind was too dizzy to keep up.I was a heartbeat behind him in my response, matching him in the violence of a kiss that let our fire burn wild and free as our last barriers dissolved. His hands slid down my sides, his touch sending waves of heat through me, and I lost it as he swung me into his arms."Dante," I whispered low, not really off the kiss. "We…“Tell me to stop, and I will," he whispered against my lips, challenging, urging, yet his hands didn't listen, his fingers dancing down my sides, trailing fire.But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers diving into his hair, silently pleading for him to keep going. Any caution just melted
Chapter 171: A Second ChanceCamilla's PovStanding before me was the woman that I once thought was dead. She stared at me. Her steely resolve faltered to tears glistening in her eyes."What did you just call me?" shaking she whispered "Mom? Do...do you know me?"I swallowed hard, my stomach twisted up with nerves. "Yes, I know you," I said, and I could barely keep the shaking out of my voice. "I grew up seeing your picture in my parent's house. They told me you were my biological mother… but that my father, John, killed you. I—I thought you were dead.”“Who were the parents who raised you?” she questioned with a stern expression.“Your brother, Benson, and his wife, Olivia.” Carol's face crumpled, and the sight caught at my chest. She shook as she extended her hands toward me. "Camilla…my daughter. I—I had no idea.""Mom," I whispered. "You were alive, all these years.And with that, consumed with sobs, she pulled me into her arms tightly. It was as though all that noise going on a
Dante's POVThe air hung heavy in the room. Ella sat on the ground at the center of the dimly lit basement, her face a mask of defiance though bruises colored her pale skin. I was leaning casually against the table with Ella's phone in my hand, observing her."You're going to prove stubborn to the end, aren't you?" I said icily.She sneered, her swollen lip curling in defiance. "You'll get nothing from me, Dante."Alex was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest as he regarded Ella. "We've tried every method. She's either too loyal or too scared."I clenched my fist. The image of Anthony pulling strings behind her seemed seared into my brain. "Or both," I muttered.The phone buzzed on the desk, and I sprang up, and picked it up-the flashing unknown number danced across the screen. Alex took another step closer, taut."Answer it," he said.I nodded and took it to my ear but didn't say anything. The other line was silent too. And then I just waited. The silence hun
Camilla's POV"Dante, you need to sit down for this," Alex said. His voice came out measured, and I could feel the weight of it. Even Dante's eyes seemed to fill with tension though he leaned against the pillows, he looked much better than this morning, but the body still wasn't up and working just yet.I sat on the edge of the chair beside him, watching as the flicker of every emotion crossed his face. My heart could be pounding against my chest, and I wasn't about to show evidence of it."What's wrong?" Dante asked more like jabbed.Alex gave a quick glance my way before he turned back to him. "Ella faked her pregnancy."His face contorted further, a scrunched-up mess as his gaze soured into an accusing scowl. "What?”"She bribed the doctors," I said. "Also the one that diagnosed and confirmed your condition the first time, the doctor knew about the poisoning but gave us a wrong diagnosis on purpose.” The silent seconds ticked over before Dante's hands actually fisted. "Why? What
Camilla's POV"You're positive she went inside?" I whispered, clenching the steering wheel tightly. I was staring into the entrance of the hospital, my nerves heightened.Alex's voice scratched in my earpiece, firm but wary. "Positive. She just went in. Do you want to back up?” I bit my lip, my fingers dancing on the wheel. "No. Go back home and keep an eye on Dante. It's something I need to deal with myself. Weeks of suspicious behavior on Ella's part had set warning bells ringing in my mind, and today I was going to finally confirm what my gut had been screaming at me all along.I pulled my coat tighter against the biting cold and stepped out of the car. The air was sharp, that kind of chill that burrowed deep in your bones, but I didn't notice. My attention was razor-sharp as I walked briskly across the parking lot and into the warm, sterile lobby of the hospital.Keep your head down. Act normal.The soft chime of the elevator doors slid open, releasing me onto the fourth floor,
Camilla's POV My breath caught as I watched Dante slumped against the headboard, hacking into his lungs. A bit of blood trickled from between his lips and onto his palm and down his hand, spilling onto the sheets. My heart boomed in my chest loud enough to block everything else."Dante!" I shrieked, scrambling onto the bed beside him. "What's going on?”His head swung once in a poor attempt at shaking. "I. I don't know," he spoke in low tones.I grabbed a towel, pressing it to his mouth in hopes of halting the stream of blood while my hands violently shook. "Don't speak. Just breathe. I'm going to call Alex," I said, reaching for my phone.It rang once, and then Alex answered."Camilla? What's going on?""Get here! Now!" I ordered. "Get a doctor, the one that knows what he's doing. Dante is coughing out blood!""What? Is it-""As soon as possible, Alex!" I cut him off, hooking the disconnect button.Dante's hand clutched mine weakly, his eyes searching for mine. "Camilla. I'm fine,"
Camilla's POVI stirred the coffee in my mug, my gaze darting to Dante, who sat on the bed edge, rubbing his temples. He was pale, far too pale. The composed veneer he always wore slumped in exhaustion."You don't look good," I said, placing the mug on the nightstand and sitting beside him.Dante let out a sigh and leaned back against the headboard. "I just need some sleep, Camilla. That's all.""No, it's not," I said, laying a hand on his forehead. He wasn't warm, but his skin felt clammy. "You have been pushing yourself too hard. You look sick, you are going to see the doctor.""I'm fine," he muttered, waving me off. “I don't fall sick.”"Dante, stop being stubborn," I snapped. "If you're fine, then just humor me. Let me take you to the hospital."Before he could disagree, a knock was heard at the door. I gave him a pointed glance before crossing the room and wrenching the door open.There she was, standing with her luggage in hand and looking between regret and resolutions swimming
Camilla's POVThe chill of the night leaned against my skin as I watched Dante's car and a few other cars following him disappear into the distance. Something wasn't quite right with it; it sat in my belly like a weight of bad news. The gestures had been measured, urgent-unnatural. Dante just wasn't one to go off without a scheme in his pocket, and experience told me his schemes came with danger clinging to them like an over-attached lover.I slid into my car, grasping the wheel. "What are you up to now, Dante?" I muttered under my breath.I hung back, careful to stay several car lengths behind. The road opened up before me, twisting and turning into a secluded area. My headlight was off, guided by the dim light of their tail lights.A place where they had stopped gave me the heebie-jeebies; it was dark, isolated, and quiet except for the rustling of leaves in the wind. I could feel my pulse as I drove a distance away and got out of the car.I dropped into a crouch, quiet, and made my
Dante's POVThe only noise within the study room was the whir of machinery around me, all watching and waiting for something to happen. I leaned back in my chair, peering up at the screen in front of me displaying Kate's position. She was sitting in one of the rooms, completely unaware of the bug within her phone as she ran nervous fingers through her hair."You've been watching her every day, you really think he'll call her?" Alex asked, standing behind me."He will," I said, my tone cold with certainty. "Anthony's too smart to leave without trying to tie up his loose ends. And Kate? She's the weakest link."Alex ceased pacing and faced me. "Do you trust her?"I looked at him. "Trust her? No. But guilt makes people do some pretty unpredictable things. She'll lead us to him.”The moment I'd stopped talking, her phone flared to life. My heart quickened, I sat up, gesturing for Alex to quiet. Kate reached for it gingerly and answered."Hello?" she whispered, and the word shook.There wa
Ella's POVI was seated cross-legged in the plush chair in the guest house; the only sound was that of the air conditioner humming away in the dark. I had been staring for minutes on end at the phone in my hand as if it held all the answers I needed. Anthony's name flashed across the screen, I'd been waiting to hear from him for a while now. I answered immediately. "Anthony," I said smoothly, careful that the eagerness didn't leak into my voice. "What a surprise."His voice came through sharp and urgent, and for once betrayed his façade of calm. "Ella, how are things going? Has there been any progress?"I let a small, appeasing smile slide onto my face as my eyes strayed to the window where, below me, sprawled the estate. Dante's empire was heady to look upon, and for the first time, I was inside. Well, it had taken years of planning. "It couldn't go any better," I replied, my tone airy but edgy. "I have gotten closer to Dante, and he has started trusting me again.”"And Camilla?" H