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THE HELL SHE CHOSE

Author: Love2002
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-15 00:36:33

Camille gasped for breath, her fingers clawing at Pierce's hand as it tightened around her throat. Her vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in, but she forced the words out in broken stutters. "I—I don't... know what you're... talking about—"

Pierce's free hand slammed into the wardrobe beside her head with a crack that made her flinch. "Lie again," he hissed, "and the next one lands on your stomach."

Her hands flew instinctively to her belly, shielding it. "Your father is up," she choked out. "You wouldn't dare—"

He chuckled, the sound dripping with something darker than amusement. "Oh, Camille. Did you actually think of my father as your saviour?"

Camille didn't know why she had played the General card—she knew better than anyone that he wouldn't save her.

Wouldn't it be better for you to die at the hands of my son? The General's words resounded in her head. How could she see him as a saviour when it was clear he had no intention of saving her?

Pierce leaned closer, his br
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    Camille stared at the building Pierce had just parked in front of, and her first thought was... this isn't the General's estate."Uhm, this isn't the estate?" she said, her gaze curious.Pierce unstrapped his seatbelt. "No, it isn't. This is a hotel," he answered, stepping out of the car.Camille followed suit, alighting from the car and staring at the building, confused. She couldn't understand why Pierce would take her to a hotel, and not the estate."Okay... why are we here?" she asked as he handed his car keys to a valet.Pierce turned to her, his gaze sweeping over her face. His eyes lingered on the puffiness around her eyes, before he answered, "Because your face is swollen. You cried so much earlier, Camille. I don't think it's a good idea for Elian to see you in this state."She took out her phone and stared at her reflection in the camera. He wasn't lying, she did look like someone who cried heavily. Her nose was red, her eyelids heavy and tender.Pierce was right, she can't

  • Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.   The missing detective

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  • Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.   His Apology

    Pierce lay sprawled on Alex's couch, one arm hanging over the edge, the other tucked under his head. His boots were still on, leaving faint smudges on the light fabric, but he didn't care.His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but he wasn't seeing it. His mind was stuck, circling the same moment over and over again. The look on Camille's face when he had grabbed her.That look.Not anger, but fear.She was afraid of him...It was as if she couldn't recognize him...There was disbelief in her eyes, and it haunted him.He shut his eyes and exhaled, long and heavy, as if the breath could carry the memory out of his head. But it didn't. It stayed. He had told himself—sworn to himself—that he would never lose control with her. That he'd be different this time. And yet... he fucked up again."Are you going to talk," Alex's voice broke into his thoughts, "or are you just planning on laying there like a dead man?"Pierce didn't look at him. "What makes you think I have anything to say?""Becau

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