All Chapters of A bride to the billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Camille stepped out of the car and onto the paved driveway, gazing up at the grand entrance of the luxurious mall. She had always dreamed of shopping in places like this with Fredrick, but now, she was alone.“I guess some dreams aren’t meant to come true,” She thought to herself.As she entered the mall, her eyes widened in awe at the opulent decor and high-end boutiques. She spotted a stunning blue sparkling short dress in a display window and couldn’t help but gasp. She had always taken a fancy to that designer’s works, and only admired them in magazines. But as her fingers reached out to touch the glass, a mocking voice stopped her. “Even if you sell your generational properties, I doubt it’s enough to get that.” Camille was taken aback by her rude words and wanted to speak, but she was cut short again.“I’ll suggest you step away from the glass,” the sales assistant sneered. “I wonder why numerous people don’t know their place these days.”Camille turned to see a young sales as

Camille walked into the Riley's residence, her family already seated at the lunch table. Her mother and sister Cassie looked up, surprise and annoyance flashing across their faces. But her father, a warm smile on his face, stood up to greet her."Camille, sweetheart, it's so great to see you! I'm glad I could finally pin you down for a visit."Camille's smiled, "Dad, I... uh... thanks for having me over."As they sat down, her mother flashed her an inexplicable look which she ignored. "So, Camille, how's your husband doing? I feel like I haven't seen him in ages."Camille's eyes darted to her mother, who made a subtle warning glance. She hesitated, realizing her father didn't know about her divorce. "Uh... he's... doing well, Dad."Her mother jumped in, her voice sugary sweet. "Cassie, dear, tell your father about the new project at work. I'm sure he'd love to hear about it."Cassie launched into a detailed explanation, their mother praising her accomplishments. Camille's father liste

The room fell silent as the video played, showing Camille and the man laughing and drinking together. Camille's face turned bright red with shame and embarrassment. She tried to step forward, but her legs felt like lead.Mr. George's face turned beet red with anger and disappointment. "What is the meaning of this?" he thundered.Miriam's voice was smug and self-satisfied. "This, dear family and friends, is the reason why Frederick divorced Camille. This is the kind of behavior she's been exhibiting."The room erupted into gasps and whispers. Cassie's friends and acquaintances looked at her with shock, disgust, and judgment.Camille tried to speak, but her voice was barely audible. "Mother, please..."Miriam turned to her, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Camille, you're so ashamed now, aren't you? But you should be. This is what happens when you behave like a whore.""That's not true...." Camille managed to say staring at Frederick and he looked away immediately."Should we

"Oh my! I thought you were pregnant?" Grandma gasped. Camille smiled remembering how sad Grandma was when she told her she was simply sick and not pregnant."What are you smiling about?" Camille furrowed her brows, "Nothing." She shrugged.Jeffery stopped the car in front of the big hospital.Camille stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the hospital entrance. Sean followed, his expression nonchalant. "Are you coming with me?" Camille asked, surprised. "I'll wait here," Sean replied.Camille nodded and entered the hospital, her heels clicking on the floor. Sean claimed he had no work to do at the office and decided to follow her out. At the reception, she approached the desk. "What ward is Mr. George Riley in? He was brought here this morning." The receptionist checked the book, her brow furrowed. "Ward 5, the VIP ward. Take two turns after that room ahead."Camille thanked her and left. She identified the ward easily and walked in.She met her mother spoon feeding her father.

The warm sunlight streaming through the dining room windows cast a cozy glow on the breakfast table. Grandma and Camille sat together, savoring their meal in comfortable silence. Camille looked around and noticed Sean wasn't coming, she broke the tranquility, her voice gentle. “Grandma, why isn't Sean joining us for breakfast?”Grandma's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes clouding slightly. “He left for work early, dear. He had some important meetings to attend to.”Camille nodded, her smile understanding. After a while, Grandma's face creased into a warm smile. “Camille, dear, I want to talk to you about something.”Camille looked up, her eyes curious. “Yes, Grandma?”Grandma's voice was gentle, her words measured. “I know Sean can be…distant occasionally. But I want you to be patient with him. He's a good man, I'm sure he loves you deeply.”Camille's smile returned, but she said nothing, her eyes dropping back to her plate.Grandma's gaze lingered on Camille's face, she smiled