LOGINCamilla is forced to marry Arthur Bellingham, one of New York's wealthiest billionaires, but as an imposter. He's cold, hard and everything she hated in a man. On their first night, she even came up with excuses not to consummate the marriage; but the more time they spent together, the more she saw a different side of him the world was yet to see… Arthur's world is complicated and shrouded in secrets but one thing remained certain to him…he was in love with his wife, Pamela, and had always been in love with her. Only that he isn't married to Pamela, but to her identical twin sister. It's all roses for him until things begin to grow inconsistent. She's allergic to nuts which she loved and she was an introvert. What's worse—a virgin—when they've been together sexually once before. Yet, his heart is drawn to her. It's not just the inconsistencies but also the workings of an enemy who threatens his perfection. Marriage that sets him on edge. Camilla on the other hand, is torn between her deceit and her growing affection for her sister's proposed husband. What happens when the veil of deception is torn apart and the real bride resurfaces? Will Arthur abandon his love and will Camilla abandon her castle? A thrilling tale of deception and redemption.
View More~CAMILLA POV:I walked down the grand stairs to the dining room, the air filled with the sweet aroma of spicy food. My food was already served; the silverware glinted to mirror polish under the bright lights of the chandeliers. Arthur's food wasn't served yet, and he wasn't in here either. One of the chairs scraped slightly against the lustrous floor as I pulled it and sat.The plates clinked as I opened them, the aroma wafting into my nostrils. The food was clearly one of Pamela's favorites, and something I wouldn't even mention if I had a choice. But it wasn't so bad. I felt quite relieved about my curiosity as Arthur didn't join me for dinner. I quickly gobbled down the food and wiped my mouth with serviettes before he came downstairs—but he never did, even after I was done eating.“Need anything else, Mrs. Bellingham?” One of the chefs’ soft voices broke into my thoughts and I blinked. She was standing beside me in a neat apron and cap.“Oh, no, I'm fine,” I forced a smile despit
~CAMILLA POV I just stared with wide eyes, my opening aching excruciatingly from his erection. My nipples were painfully hard and throbbing.I'd never meant to wail. I'd tried to bear the pain but—My eyes burned as more tears gathered, almost blurring my vision.His question still hung in the air between us, charging the silence with a tension palpable enough to choke me.His gaze drifted from my blood stain on his finger and landed on me, his eyes sharp as a hawk.“Camilla?” His voice was soft—not from affection but disbelief and shock. “You're a virgin?”My gaze fell on the moisture on his fingers again under the dim glow of the chandeliers, my pulse jarring to my ears. I opened my mouth but nothing came up. I've been caught. I've ruined everything.I felt the tremors of my lower lip, igniting a wave of feverish sensation in my chest.“Why—are you making a big deal outta this?” I tried to steady my voice. “You only had an affair with me once…a long time ago before we even talked a
~ARTHUR POV:In shorts that accentuated my figure, I sat on the bed, bare-chested, leaning against piled-up pillows while using my laptop, when a knock sounded.“Get your àss in here,” I said without looking up. ***Once the door closed, I lifted my gaze.Her night gown was light and almost transparent under the soft glow of the chandeliers, catching the silhouette of her lean curvy figure. My gaze swept all over her, noting how tender she looked and the way her eyes glittered with bewilderment.Carefully, I dropped my laptop on the nightstand, got up and walked toward her in a few measured strides like I was approaching an injured animal. I reached out, holding her jaw between two fingers, my gaze lingering on the perfect curve of her face before settling on her thin, rosy lips.“Is being scared of your own husband also part of tryna adapt to married life?” I asked in a sarcastic low tone and she tried to look away. “Don't,” I commanded softly, my grip tightening on her jaw. I tilt
~ARTHUR POVI was still in a board meeting when my phone chimed in my pocket. The man who was talking paused and looked at me.“Go ahead, Mark,” I nodded curtly, slipping out the phone, and positioning it on one of my thighs beneath the long sleek table surface. “Boss, Lydia's activities have been suspicious lately. And, it seems she kinda knows we're keeping an eye on her. We still on it, boss.” Sabastian's message read.“I want to know if she had a hand in the abduction of my wife.” I typed.I drummed my fingers rhythmically against the phone, one elbow on the armrest, my jaw on my palm, completely lost as a thought crossed my mind and my brows knitted.**********THE PENTHOUSE—~CAMILLA POV:I'd lost my appetite, the hard knot in my guts tightening more painfully. My grip was too tight on the fork in the hot spicy food steaming vapours before me. I was in my room, sitting on one of the sofas with a crystal table where the food lay.I'd asked Margaret about the angry red mark on o
~Author's POV “Pamela?”Camilla froze, holding her breath. Her twin sister's name was like a death sentence to her ears. She quickly turned off her phone and lifted her gaze.The golden emission from the crystal chandeliers caught Arthur's imposing figure as he stood across the table in the opulen
Camilla:I stood motionless alone in the spacious ornate hall like a statue, my mind already imagining the chaos I'd cause when I stepped out with Arthur again. I remained frozen longer than I could explain.SoHo. The name echoed in my head, the terror of having dinner alone with Arthur playing in
~CAMILLAI woke up alone in a bed that was bigger than my entire apartment back home, still wearing yesterday's wedding dress like some kind of deranged Cinderella.Sunlight poured through windows I forgot to close last night, and for a brief, beautiful moment, I thought maybe everything was a nigh
~CAMILLAThe ceremony passed in fragments, like a dream I was having where I was living someone else's life.Arthur's hand was warm when he took mine at the altar, but his eyes were distant. The officiant talked about love and partnership and forever, words that felt obscene given the circumstances












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