“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
Patricia was absolutely taken with Hailey. The sight alone puzzled Christian, but he wisely decided not to say anything.‘If this gets into dangerous territory, I’m going to have to put a stop to it,’ he thought to himself as he watched the girl playing with his younger sister in the living room.Patricia wanted to play tag, which was really childish and he wanted nothing to do with it, so only she and Hailey were the participants.But in spite of himself, he couldn’t help but give Hailey a lingering look. He couldn’t seem to read her. It was as if she had two different personalities.One moment she was cool and polite, and the next she was happy and smiling so brightly that the corners of her lips almost reached her ears.The effect was almost like whiplash.‘She seems genuine,’ he thought absently as he watched her scour the area for Patricia’s hiding spot. She even seemed to enjoy the game.Why an eighteen-year-old would be interested in such a childish game was beyond him. Persona
‘The audacity of this girl.’This was what Christian thought immediately as a response to her blatant insult.No one had ever dared to say that to his face before. This was certainly a first.The silence between them became tense, like the formation of a dense cloud. He was seething inside, but he didn’t want to explode like an irrational person on this woman, no matter how foolish she was.He would handle this situation calmly. He would be the better person instead of her. He had been taught by his father to remain calm in any situation. Rationality over emotions, as Greg often liked to call it.“…You’re a pretty brave girl for saying that,” he finally said in an impassive tone.Hailey only scoffed. There seemed to be no hint of fear in her eyes.A brave girl, indeed.“I am always brave enough to stand up for injustice whenever it’s needed,” she pointed out. “You’re the one in the wrong and yet you refuse to acknowledge it.”“I was merely being honest,” he said as calmly as he could.
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
Camille gritted her teeth. “Isn’t that a given?! No woman in the world would be able to put up with a snake like you!” she snapped.“Oh, but you’re still with me now even after all these years, aren’t you, Hailey?” he taunted.She bit her lower lip, trying to restrain her rage from overflowing like a dam. “I told you to stop calling me that!”She could never understand why he seemed to take such pleasure in calling her by her former name. He knew how painful it was for her to remember those memories, as well as the regret that lingered inside of her from her impulsive decision to leave the family that loved her.Yet he continued to torment and mock her at every opportunity that he had.Ignoring her words, Christian stepped forward and pinned her against the wall, his expression frosty and intimidating.She flinched slightly, but made sure not to show any fear or discomfort on her face.“But you’re okay with Michael McGregor calling you by that name,” he remarked icily.“Of course,” sh
Camille’s breathing quickened slightly, and she could feel her blood slowly turning to ice.To be honest, she already had an inkling in her mind, but she pushed it away, refusing to even acknowledge the possibility.She did not want to believe or accept that it was Christian who had made the effort to get her father on Dr. Colmen’s priority list.If she did, he would think that she owed him for it, and he would definitely hold it over her head for a long time.Camille felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. It was getting harder and harder to maintain her calm facade.“Hmm… you don’t look so good,” Christian remarked, drinking in her silent reaction. “If it were anyone else but you, I would be offended, but this kind of reaction is within my expectations. Believe it or not, Miss Parker, but I think I’ve grown fond of you.”She scowled at him, but her dark gaze must have been weak, because he only looked more amused.“I’m still waiting for your expression of gratitude, Miss Park
Camille felt the blood drain from her face, and her palms felt cold and clammy all of a sudden. For a brief moment, she felt lightheaded, as if the room was spinning and she was struggling to keep her balance.With Christian still being this close and still cupping her face, she couldn’t even move much.However, that wasn’t her problem right now.Right now, her mind was racing, analyzing his words in the span of a few seconds in her head.“…Excuse me?” she said in a hardened voice.What did he just say?‘He hasn’t yet died from his illness’?The… The nerve…!‘Calm down,’ she told herself. ‘Let’s think about this for a bit more.’For starters, how did he know about this?She had never mentioned her father’s condition to him before. No way in hell was she going to bring that up with him, of all people.Plus, the only times when they talked about her adoptive family was whenever he wanted to threaten her and blackmail her over their safety.Christian’s smile didn’t fade even as he slowly
‘Teach me a lesson?’ His words echoed in Camille’s head, and her irritation flared. ‘Who the hell does he think he is?’But despite her anger, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.There was something different about his words this time.Was he planning something?When she didn’t answer, Christian’s tone became dangerous. “I think I need to keep you locked as tight as possible in this little birdcage that you’re trapped in,” he said in a low voice. “Perhaps I have left the gate a little loose for a while.”His words made no sense. “Stop calling me a caged bird, you psycho,” she snapped. “You may have successfully entangled me in your life for your own selfish benefit, but I’m free to say and do whatever I want, especially if it’s in response to injustice. Who are you to punish me and teach me a lesson? I have done nothing wrong to you!”That last part was said on impulse, out of the anger and defensiveness in her heart, and it increased her hesitation even as the words left her
It was one of those moments when Camille was glad for Christian’s cold, authoritative nature, because at least with the strict rules he enforced, she didn’t feel too stressed about working at the company, and no one would dare bother her or make her feel alienated.Then again, she never really had any friends here, even though she desperately wanted to. Everyone here seemed to have at least one friend they could count on, while she had none.Michael didn’t count because one, he was the CEO of his own company, which was a competitor of Christian’s, and two, she wasn’t motivated enough to rely on him and get closer to him for obvious reasons, since Christian would only take advantage of it.Due to the busy season, she even forgot that she needed to gather more information about Michael and learn more about his other connections so that she could report back to Christian. The industry gala was going to be held next month anyway, and Christian had made sure to give her the opportunity.Ca
Camille could detect a hint of teasing in his newest message. Knowing that Grady talked about her that way made her heart swell, too.It was always nice to get compliments on her hard work. She was always diligent and did her best at everything, so when someone acknowledged that and did not take her for granted, it made her feel appreciated.Christian rarely did that. Whenever he did, it was just a perfunctory compliment, nothing of substance. It meant more coming from Grady because he was experienced and capable in his own right. He was also known to be quick and resourceful in his work.No wonder Christian either wanted him gone or wanted him to work for him. The latter would not be a good decision however, because there was a good chance that Grady would betray him.If there was one word that best described Grady, it was “loyal”. He was very loyal to the McGregor family and had worked faithfully under them for several years.Needless to say, for him to work for another family would
Christian Callahan shook his head as he looked at her sorry state. This was why he always thought that emotions were a waste. They simply brought you down and distracted you from your goals.‘Such a waste of time,’ he thought.But he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders with a gentleness that was unlike him.The air conditioning was on, and it was raining heavily outside. If she caught a cold or got sick from overwork, she would be useless at her job, and he couldn’t let that happen.He reached out and brushed his fingers lightly across her skin. She was indeed cold to the touch.When he looked at her face again, she looked even more tired than before. He could also tell that she had been crying earlier.‘Indeed, what a waste of emotions.’He sighed internally.She was going to hate him for this, but he had to do it. It was getting more and more annoying to have to deal with her constant irritation towards him, but he supposed that he couldn’t blame her.With all t
Camille snatched her wrist away from his grasp and stormed into the elevator, not even waiting for him to enter.Christian watched blankly as the doors closed, and then she was out of his sight.The sound of the dinging elevator rang in his ears for a few seconds until he realized that he was just standing there like a fool.When he returned to their home later on, Camille had already locked herself inside her bedroom and refused to come out, not even to eat dinner. Even Harrietta tried to deliver a tray to her room, but Camille did not even acknowledge her or open the door.Christian went to his room and thought about what had happened. Of course, there had been times before when her patience had finally reached its limit and she had lashed out at him. Things like that weren’t new to him.Usually, he would correct her behavior and either threaten her not to do it again or tease her and make her even angrier.But this time, it seemed different. That pained look in her eyes kept naggin