Novels by Unique

Camille’s POV “Veronica Thompson.” I said my new name out slowly, as if my tongue needs to learn it. Adrian looked at me across the hospital room “You need to learn how to respond to it without hesitation.” “I know.” I nodded. Knowing something and feeling something is different, I know I need to respond to the name without hesitation but it will definitely take time for me to stay accustomed to the name. “This is temporary,” he said. “But for now, it’s the only way you stay invisible.” I didn’t argue with him, I have lost the strength to argue when I have lost everything. He handed me a thin folder which he had gone out to collect few minutes ago. Inside there was passport, visa, bank card and every other thing I needed to travel. All with my new name. This is how power works in Valmont. It didn’t take him 24hrs to get everything arranged. “You’ll leave tonight,” he said. “Everything you need is available. I don’t want you to stop or allow anything to delay y

Camille's POV I couldn't get the words twins out of my head. Even when the rooms was quiet again, even when the sounds of the machine keeps beeping, even when I closed my eyes to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. There was two lives, inside me.I placed my hands on my stomach slowly, it felt the same as before, it was still flat and ordinary, yet everything about me had changed.i wasn't just a broken, abandoned and humiliated women anymore. I was responsible for taking care of these kids. Tears slipped down from the corner of my eyes and soaked into the pillow. I didn't wipe them away. I was tired of pretending that I was strong. Marcus didn't want me anymore but I know this kids are what he wants, but he will never know about them. I will make sure both him and Fiora never finds out. But I don't know how to do that. The door opened softly, Adrian came in. I wiped my face quickly, but it was useless and I know Adrian could tell that I have been crying. He stepped ins

Camille’s POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. It was everywhere, not sharp but deep and heavy pain. Like my body had been pressed into the ground and forgotten there. My chest hurt when I breathed. My head felt too full, as if something inside it was swelling.I blinked slowly, I stared at the white ceiling, there was bright light in the room. A steady beeping sound. I was in the hospital. Panic rose in my chest immediately, I tried to sit up but my body refused to obey. My arms felt weak, trembling as if they didn’t belong to me.“Easy.” A familiar voice. Relief rushed through me before my mind could catch up. “Marcus,” I whispered, my throat dry, my voice barely there.The man beside the bed shifted. He leaned closer and my heart dropped. It wasn’t Marcus, it was Adrain. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I stared at him, waiting for his face to change, waiting for Marcus’s sharp eyes, his cold expression.But it stayed Adrain. Ta

Camille POVI stood just inside the doorway, my bag still hanging from my shoulder. The house that had once felt like mine now felt unfamiliar, like I had walked into someone else’s life by mistake.The man cleared his throat. “Mrs Hale, my name is Whitman. I represent Mr Hale.” I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed on Marcus.“You cheated on me,” I said. My voice sounded calm, even to my own ears. “I saw you with her. So tell me why am I the one being dragged through the dirt?”Marcus finally turned to face me.There was no guilt in his eyes. No shame, just distance.“You shouldn’t raise your voice,” he said. “This doesn’t need to be dramatic.” I laughed softly. “Dramatic? You were kissing another woman in public, Marcus. And somehow I’m the villain.”“What people believe,” he replied evenly, “depends on who is in control."The words landed like a slap.“So you let them call me a cheat,” I said. “You let them say I was having an affair with Adrian."“You were seen leaving with him,”

Camille's POVThe car moved the moment I shut the door.I sat stiffly in the passenger's seat, my hands folded in my laps, and I stared straight ahead. The city light blurred past the windows but I barely saw them. My mind was stuck at the party, at Marcus’s words, at Fiora’s voice, at the way everything I had believed collapsed in one night. Tears rolled down my eyes.Adrian handed me a wipe to clean my tears, he didn’t try to talk.That alone told me he understood.After a while, I realized we weren’t heading towards my house. I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be seen, not tonight.The car stopped in front of a quiet luxury hotel that was built away from the main roads. There was no flashing lights, no crowd, just glass doors and soft lighting.Adrian parked and stepped out first. He didn’t offer his hand. He didn’t hover, he simply just waited.Inside, he spoke to the receptionist in a low voice and booked a room, one room, under my name. He paid without hesitation and he gave m

Camille‘s POV I twisted my arm hard, ready to lash out, ready to scream. Then I saw his face. I froze. Adrian Steele. Fiora’s husband. He stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, clean and sharp, nothing like Marcus’s usual scent. His hands were still around my wrist, firm but careful, not possessive, like he was holding something fragile without meaning to break it.“You have no right,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. “Let go of me.”He released me immediately. “I know,” he said. “But you don’t want to do this. Not like this.”My laugh came out thin and broken. “Do what? Interrupt my husband while he’s kissing another woman?”Behind us, laughter drifted from the pavilion. Marcus’s voice wrapped itself around my chest and squeezed.I looked past Adrian, through the hedge, it was enough to see them.Marcus had Fiora pressed lightly against the stone railing now, her hand holding his jacket. Her head was leaned back, her mouth close to his ear. She looked calm