Five

Amelia looked at Vincent, they were both shocked.

“Camille...” Vincent trailed, “have you been cheating on me?”

“I'll leave that to your imagination. Have you? That doesn't even matter. What matters is that I love him,” Camille said, holding Nico's arm tightly. “And we're going to get married soon.”

“Camille, are you okay? Did he threaten you?” Amelia asked, reaching to touch Camille who instinctively moved back, disgust written all over her face.

“I've made my decision, sweet, honest bestie,” Camille said sarcastically. “I would like you to respect it. It's the most you could do for me right now.”

“What- what has he done that I haven't done for you? Why are you treating me this way?” Vincent almost broke down. His breathing was shallow as he tried to control both his anger and his pain.

“Well, inasmuch as I don't owe you an explanation, I'm gonna tell you anyway. He is really smart, cooks well, fucks well, treats me well and name it. He's a hundred times better than you- the both of you combined” Camille smirked, looking from Vincent to Amelia.

Vincent looked at her and then looked down, chewing the inside of his cheeks as if contemplating his next actions.

He then walked to Camille and grabbed her hand, pulling her in the direction of his car.

“He's obviously fucking with your mind, Camille. You don't know this man, I can see it! Get a hold of your fucking self!”

“Let go!” Camille yelled and freed herself of his grip. She pushed him away, running back to Nico who was now red with anger and embarrassment.

“I know him, I know him better than I know you. He's independent… he doesn't depend on a woman like you do! He's fucking rich, Vincent. Richer than you can ever be!” Camille spat. She ran her hands through her gorgeous hair that fell down her shoulders in waves. She bit her bottom lip, releasing a breath.

Amelia just stared at the scene, unable to utter a word. She felt her already planned life crumbling under her pedicured feet.

“So it's all about money, huh?”

“Isn't that all it's been about?” Camille was already teary eyed, and she let go of Nico who was clenching and unclenching his jaw.

He decided not to say a word because it seemed the only woman in the world that had the guts to call him an “ugly mouse”, really needed him to be a pawn in her escape game. He wanted to see where exactly this was going. He also wanted to know why she thought it would be a good idea to use him.

“He didn't tell me to cut off from my family because he wants to marry me, so believe me when I say he's the best one for me. And you should be happy for me… I've made a decision to not spend the rest of my life with a fucking monster!”

“Monster? What has gotten into you, Camille? What the hell are you talking about?” Vincent yelled this time. He was totally enraged.

“Fuck off, Vincent” Camille warned, her eyes were really red from anger when she recalled her last memories from her past life. Her anger towards her supposed fiance and her best friend was rekindled and she was redetermined to make them suffer.

Vincent scoffed and clicked his tongue. “Alright… Alright!” He then stormed off, Amelia following, after giving Camille the you-don’t-know-what-you’ve-just-done look.

Camille watched them go with a blank expression on her face. She was breathless and her heart was racing in her chest. She had not been worried that it would be difficult to cut them off but she was still shaken by what had just happened.

Camille took a deep breath and turned to look at Nico. She was genuinely grateful that he stayed throughout the drama and he never said a word. But she had to keep up an appearance. Until she was out of here, she needed to put up a facade to hide how much this actually affected her. Aside then anger, she was also feeling hurt and pain, but those were buried far away.

She scoffed and then began walking away.

“Seriously?” Nico asked angrily. “I'm the one that is supposed to be annoyed here. What the fuck was that all about?” He asked coldly.

“What? You need an apology?” Camille sighed and asked. She reached into her purse for something. Nico watched her carefully.

“Here!” Camille said, throwing a wad of cash at him. “Use it to heal any emotional damage this whole thing must have cost you, Nico Giovanni.”

Nico was startled. He blinked, attempting to take in what was happening, everything that had happened. He stared at her as she walked off, swaying her daintily curved hips in an almost exaggerated manner.

Camille reached her car and turned to him. He was still standing there, not moving an inch. She shrugged and entered the car gracefully.

Her lips formed a smirk as an idea hit her, making her to wind down her tinted car door glass.

“Good bye, ugly mouse. I hope that money buys you a proper shirt and helps you to stop being such a a pain in the ass.” Camille smirked widened and she wound up her glass, she did not want to see his reaction.

She sighed satisfactorily to herself and then zoomed off, moving towards the direction of her home. This home was the real one she had abandoned for a long time, the one she shared with her true family and not the one she once shared with her now-ex boyfriend, Vincent.

Nico stood on his spot for a while, refusing to believe what had just happened. He stared blankly at the money on the ground, his anger rising.

He raised his head and saw a good number of his staff that came for the meeting looking at him and whispering some words.

He heaved and then took calculated steps towards his car, signaling to his driver to ignite the engine.

As soon as Nico had stepped in and made himself slightly physically comfortable, his driver, sensing his anger, stuttered, “wh- where, sir?”

“Home.”