Since that day, Joanna began to avoid him. It seemed that Will’s conversation hadn’t gone well at all. It wasn’t that surprising.Not that it mattered to Michael. Being 13 years old, he could care less about his sister. He was more concerned about his school life, his friends, and what he could do from now on.He had been such a free spirit before the accident, so he hated being tied to the bed. He had so much energy, but he couldn’t release it the way he used to. It was an overall frustrating situation.His parents were aware of the simmering discord between him and his sister, but for some reason, they chose not to intervene.He once overheard his mother telling his father, “It’s just puberty. She’s been having mood swings lately, and she probably has her period. She’ll come around soon.”Michael did not know what that meant, and he didn’t really care to know. Not when he had a leg to pay attention to from now on.Once upon a time, he had admired his sister. Will was competent, but
[Present Time]-Michael stared at Camille, who sat stiffly on the sofa in front of him. She had never met his eyes since they arrived here. Her demeanor was a little unnerving, but he figured it had to be.After all, it was he who had invited her to his private villa.He didn’t know what had come over him. Before he could think twice, he had sent her a message a few days ago, asking her to meet him somewhere far away, where they could talk privately.To be on the alert, he asked Grady to pick her up at a public mall and drive her to the location in a conspicuous car. That way, Christian wouldn’t be able to easily track them down.Unless he put a GPS tracker on her or something.Michael knew a great deal about Christian Callahan. The first time they met was during Michael’s training to inherit the company. The two of them were at a social event after his father introduced him to Christian and Gregory Callahan.He was 25 years old at the time. He heard good and bad things about Gregory
“Hey!” Patricia complained, lightly shoving her brother’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t introduce me to people like that! You’re so annoying!”“Then introduce yourself properly next time without stammering,” Christian deadpanned.Patricia pouted at him, then turned to Michael with a smile.“I’m Patricia Callahan. Pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand formally towards him.Michael reached out and shook it politely. “I’m Michael McGregor.”“Ah! I’ve heard about your family!” she said, and the enthusiasm was clear in her voice. She was so bubbly, so different from her usually impassive brother.It was interesting to say the least. The two were siblings, but their appearances were almost in complete contrast. Christian had this polished, neat haircut that was slicked to the side, with a few stray black strands falling across his forehead. His features were refined and chiseled, with firm cheekbones and a strong jaw.Patricia, on the other hand, had long blonde hair that flowed in
“So why did you invite me here today?” Camille’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “I have a feeling you want to tell me something. Something important.”She said the last part hesitantly, as if she had been thinking about it for a while.Michael looked at her, noting the uncertainty in her expression. It couldn’t be clearer that she was nervous about being here. He felt bad about making her take such risks, but if what Grady had gathered was true, he needed her to tell him the truth as soon as possible. He wouldn’t force her, of course, but he really wanted to help her.He hadn’t been able to help her in fourteen years. This was his only chance. Since their reunion, he had never seen a real smile on her face, one that showed her true happiness. Even when she smiled, it barely reached her eyes. Her eyes used to be so vivid and passionate, and she was so caring and fussy about other people.But the woman sitting before him now was so different that it made his heart ache. Her stif
Three weeks had passed since that day.Camille Parker sat dazed on her bed. She had not even bothered to turn on the light. The surroundings were dim, but the moonlight filtering through the curtains gave the room a soft, ethereal ambience. It was so quiet that she could almost hear her own thoughts, a chaotic mess that they were.She hadn’t told him the truth that day at the villa. How could she? It was impossible, especially with Christian using her family as blackmail.She knew how hard her brothers had worked to manage the hotel business and keep the ratings and reviews at the top. They were so hardworking that she could barely communicate with them as their schedules were almost always full.Of course, there were times when they had a long break from work, and that was when they’d make an effort to meet with her.She trusted her brothers with her life. She had no doubt that they felt the same way and that they would not want this kind of life for her.It was why, when she decided
Camille thought about it for a moment. First of all, it couldn’t be work-related. After all, they worked at the same company, and she was even his personal assistant. She would know if something went wrong.On the contrary, everything was running smoothly, which made this current situation even more confusing.‘Probably has to do with his father? I can’t think of anything else,’ Camille grumbled to herself as she forced herself to leave her bedroom.As much as it annoyed her to take care of Christian, she couldn’t let the servants do it for her. Not when he called for her himself. If she didn’t come, he would most likely punish the servants in response, and she didn’t want that to happen.When she finally reached the living room, she stopped in her tracks, stunned by the sight before her.The scene in front of her was so strange. The lights weren’t on, just a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room.Christian, usually calm and collected, was spraw
“Stay here, Camille.”He repeated it over and over like a chant. Camille felt slight goosebumps on her skin and resisted the urge to punch her boss in the stomach.This was such an invasion of privacy that if it had been anyone else, she would have already thrown him over her shoulder and let his back slam painfully to the floor.But this was Christian, so she couldn’t do anything rash right now.“Sir, please,” she said as calmly as she could. “Let go of me, and I’ll help you get up. Please don’t be difficult.”“Be quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t leave just yet.”Camille felt annoyance spike inside of her. “What is it that you want with me?” she snapped. “I’m not one of your women. You’re not allowed to touch me however you want. If I say no, that means no—”“Yes you are.” Suddenly his voice was frighteningly sober. The tone lost most of the slur, and he sounded like he was on the verge of irritation. “You’re mine, Camille. You belong to me. Only me.”“I don’t belong to you. I
“Not even a cent?” Christian looked bemused. “That’s unusual.”“That girl was unusual from the start.” Greg shook his head. “Do you know what favor she asked of me?”“What was it?”“A new identity.”“A new… identity? Why?”“That was the only thing she asked of me.”“Is she a criminal?”“Perhaps. I won’t know unless I conduct an investigation on her.”“What kind of crimes could a young girl commit?” Christian sounded like he had a hard time processing this information.“There are a lot of things. Maybe theft.” Greg shrugged. “I have no idea at the moment. Once the results are out, we will know.”“How old is she?”“Eighteen.” Greg raised an eyebrow. “Are you interested in her?”“In her background, yes,” Christian said calmly. “She might just be pretending in order to catch your interest. I do not trust her.”Greg chuckled. “Neither do I. But she does deserve a favor, so I will do it without hesitation. I just want to know the reason behind it, for contingency purposes.”“I see.”***The
The girl was still staring at her, her back pressed against the wall and her hands clenched in tight fists.Camille took a few cautious steps towards her, and the girl flinched involuntarily.“S… Sorry,” the girl finally croaked, swallowing hard. Her wide eyes darted from Camille to the men on the ground. “I’m… you’re… I mean… thank you.”It was clear that she was struggling to remain calm, but failing.Camille’s features softened.It was then that Michael finally rushed up to her, slightly out of breath. His attention was entirely on Camille, not noticing the way the girl took a step back at his sudden presence.“My god,” Michael breathed out, looking a little ragged. “Camille, you—” Then, as though deciding against what he was about to say, he showed her his phone instead, probably deciding to say it later. “I called the cops. They’ll be here soon.”Camille nodded and turned back to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” she said softly.The girl seemed to hesitate. “I… I don’
A young woman was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified as she trembled before the three men surrounding her.She looked so young, probably still in her teens. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing a black hooded jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Basically just casual clothes, with nothing about her standing out.One of the men had a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpering. Another leaned in close and spoke to her in a sickly sweet tone, apparently taunting her about something.The third man stood a short distance away, probably acting as a lookout, but he seemed to be so involved in what was happening that he failed to see Camille lurking in the shadows.“Come on, sweetheart,” the man closest to the girl crooned. “You made things real hard for my buddy, you know? You think you can just walk away from us like that?”The girl squirmed, trying her best to push the man’s hand away from her mouth.But she didn’t have the strengt
“Hear what?” Michael asked, puzzled.When she didn’t reply and started wandering towards a certain direction, he paused and strained to listen.He really didn’t hear anything, but that was probably because he had been too distracted by Camille.Meanwhile, Camille moved towards the source of the noise, hearing it more clearly now. Maybe it was because of her self-defense lessons and her natural attentiveness to her surroundings, but she could usually pick up on small details that no other person would notice unless they were paying close attention.This time there was another sound, and it was like a low, threatening voice, followed by another scream that sounded even more desperate. They gradually faded, though, as if they were slowly receding.Camille couldn’t let them do that.She walked briskly until she spotted something. An alley. Of course. Alleys, especially dark, narrow ones like this, tended to drive people away out of caution and fear. Crime didn’t disappear in a big city li
Fortunately, when they arrived at the burger joint, no one recognized them or anything. Maybe they did a good job of looking and acting normal.They quickly found a booth in the corner, conveniently away from prying eyes.As they sat down, the familiar smell of grilled burgers and fries filled the air, bringing back a flood of memories.“This place has changed a bit, hasn’t it?” Camille said, marveling at the renovation of the building. Back then, it had been smaller and had dull colors for wallpaper.But now, the surroundings were vibrant, and it certainly looked bigger.Michael grinned. “It has. It’s been ages since we were last here.”They eagerly ordered their usual: cheeseburgers with fries and milkshakes. They didn’t usually eat like this, especially on weekdays, so it was like a nice treat after working so hard.Camille was especially excited. She had been upset earlier, especially after what had happened with Christian, but now all that was fading away in the back of her mind.
That last part was out of jest, Camille was sure. It made the corners of her lips threaten to tug upwards.She looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in her business attire — a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt — and she was also wearing a long coat to stave off the cold. Summer was over now, so the nights were usually chilly.She felt around her pockets and touched the hat that she had hidden in one of them. It was a black beanie that she liked to wear whenever she wanted to hang around outside, but rarely had the occasion to do so because she was always so busy.Her thoughts soon wandered into an uncertain territory.Was it a good idea to have dinner with Michael so late?What if someone saw them?What if…While she was still pondering over what choice to make, another message from Michael came in.‘I thought we could go to that burger place that we used to go to back in high school. We could also get some snacks at the nearby food stalls if you want.’Camille blinked, her
When Camille ended the call, she leaned back against the bench, feeling the energy drain out of her.Now, all pretenses were gone. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of peace, feeling the sensation of the evening breeze against her exposed skin.It was a cold night, but she didn’t really mind. The day’s events had taken a lot out of her, and she preferred to cool off rather than simmer in the heat of anger any longer.She could act strong, independent, and reliable in front of her brothers like the big sister that she was supposed to be, but once she was alone with nobody to display that mask to, she was a wreck. A mess of emotions. Someone who had developed a limit that grew shorter and shorter through time.Now, she was a woman who could barely control her anger and frustration, completely unlike the calm teenager she used to be. With these negative emotions making her mood fluctuate often, it made her feel like a shadow of who she once was.‘Since when have I become t
After shutting down the computer, Camille cast a glance at the closed door of Christian’s office and felt a grimace contort her features.He had gone home earlier before her, but that was only because he needed to get ready to entertain guests at his father’s mansion tonight. Maybe his relatives were coming to pay a visit, or maybe they were very important clients. Camille didn’t really care.At least she didn’t need to face him again later on. The thought of that kiss that he had forced upon her made her feel like gooseflesh were crawling up her skin. Not a pleasant sensation at all.Camille shook her head vehemently, as if that would help force the memory away.She refused to think about that dreadful incident anymore. If she continued to dwell on it, she would only end up tearing her hair out from anger and frustration.She had more important things to do than let herself sink into rage over Christian’s thoughtless actions.So, she packed her things and headed home.Since she worke
Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps.When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air.‘I need to calm down,’ she thought.When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was also a little tousled in some angles.In short, she was a mess.She quickly turned away, unable to stomach the sight of herself.She felt so exhausted that she was already longing for the comfort of her bed back at home. To be away from all this confusing, chaotic mess. To slowly untangle all the knots in her mind and try to figure out what to do next.So much had happened in such a short time, and she wasn’t physically an
At first, Christian hadn’t planned to kiss her.He wasn’t an impulsive man, but in this particular situation, he found that the urge to do something reckless was quite strong.Not exactly a reckless move, per se, but one that came along with his irritation.It was just that, as he watched Camille’s expression and heard the subtle change in tone in her voice when it came to Michael, Christian felt a growing urgency inside of him that he couldn’t bear to ignore.He could feel it, that her heart was drifting towards another man, that her feelings were growing until they became a big part of her.He felt that time was running out and that if he didn’t act now, she might belong to him physically, but not emotionally.And he would never be able to make her heart waver in the slightest.And oddly enough, despite his pride in the fact that he was not the kind of man who would be carried away by his emotions, the thought of Camille never being able to be completely his unsettled him greatly.S