ログインCamila’s POVI stood frozen in the doorway, my father’s words hanging heavy in the air like a death sentence.“If you walk out of that door… we are done.”My heart hammered violently against my ribs. For a split second, the old Camila hesitated. But that girl was gone. She had died last night on the yacht.I walked out without saying a single word.“Camila!” My mother’s voice cracked into loud, theatrical sobs behind me. “Camila, come back here! Don’t you dare walk away from this family!”Footsteps hurried after me.“Cammy! Cammy, wait!” Vivian’s voice was close, breathless. “Please, let’s just talk about this.”I didn’t stop. I didn’t even look back. My heels clicked sharply against the floor as I pushed through the front doors and stepped outside.The morning air hit my face, but it did nothing to loosen the knot in my chest.“Camila!”Alex’s voice stopped me cold.He was standing right at the gate, looking every bit the polished heir in a crisp button-down shirt, holding a massiv
Camila's POVThe morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the yacht suite, warm and golden, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in months.I reached across the bed, expecting to find warm skin and a solid chest. Instead, my hand met cool, empty sheets.He was gone.I sat up quickly, clutching the silk sheet to my bare chest. The suite was silent except for the gentle hum of the yacht’s engines and the distant sound of water lapping against the hull. No note. No message. Just the faint scent of his cologne still lingering on the pillow beside me.He left without saying anything.A sharp pang twisted in my chest, but I pushed it down. What did I expect? I had thrown myself at a complete stranger after the most humiliating night of my life. Of course he left. Still… the way he had touched me, the look in his eyes—it had felt like more than just a one-night distraction.I closed my eyes and let the memories flood in.The way his dark eyes had burned as he stripped my d
Aaron’s POVGod, she’s going to ruin me.Camila’s hand was still stroking me through my pants, slow and curious. Her palm felt like heaven and torture at the same time. I had been fighting for control since the moment she kissed me on the upper deck, but her boldness tonight was testing every ounce of control I possessed. I wasn’t a man who lost himself in fleeting nights, no matter how beautiful the woman. Yet here I was, rock-hard and aching in a way I hadn’t felt in years, my cock throbbing with a hunger that bordered on dangerous.I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head against the bed. Leaning in close, I let my breath ghost along her neck, then her ear. She gasped, her whole body tensing.“You’re so responsive,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Are you always this sensitive, or is it just me tonight?”She bit her lip, cheeks flushing deeper. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never—” She cut herself off, shaking her head as if embarrassed by the admission.That answer pleased
Camilla’s POV His words wrapped around me like a dark promise. Let me make you forget.I answered him with another kiss, desperate and unfiltered, savoring the way his mouth claimed mine. My fingers dug into his shoulders as his hand roamed down my side, gripping my hip through the bunched satin. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire.I should stop. The thought flickered through my mind. I wasn’t the type of woman who threw her at a stranger in her yacht suite while her engagement ring was still on her finger. But I was so damn tired of being the woman everyone expected me to be—the perfect daughter, the graceful fiancée, the safe.Tonight, I didn’t want to be her anymore.He kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking mine in a rhythm that made my toes curl. His hand slid up my thigh, pushing the dress higher until the cool air met my skin. When his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties, I gasped into his mouth. He didn’t rush. He teased, tracing the fabric with l
Aaron’s POV“Tell me to leave,” I said, my voice lower and rougher than I intended.Camila’s breath hitched. Her dark eyes were wide, still glistening with the tears she’d shed on the upper deck, but something else had overtaken the pain. She didn’t push me away. Instead, her fingers curled tighter into my jacket, silently pulling me closer.That was all the permission I needed.I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers.What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself.I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.I hadn’t c
Camilla’s POV The cameras went crazy. Light exploded across the deck like lightning strikes, dozens of shutters clicking in rapid succession. Reporters shouted over each other, their voices blending into an incoherent roar. I stood frozen on the stage, the microphone still in my hand, my words hanging in the air like smoke. Because I just caught him having sex with my sister. Then I saw my mother. Eleanor Stones collapsed as if someone had cut her strings. One moment she was standing rigid beside my father, the next she was on the floor, one hand pressed to her chest, her perfect blonde hair coming loose from its pins. "Eleanor!" Someone screamed. Guests rushed toward her. I watched it happen like I was underwater—slow, distant, unreal. My father's eyes found mine across the crowd. The look in his eyes made my stomach drop. Red. Furious. Not concerned about me. Not heartbroken for me. Furious—because I had done exactly what my mother warned me not to do. I had embarrassed
Camilla’s pov I ran blindly through the narrow corridor, my dress tangling around my legs, the beautiful fabric now feeling like chains. My heels clicked sharply against the polished floor. Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. Not here. “Camila! Wait!” Alex’s voice e
Camila’s pov My fiancé is having sex with my sister on our engagement night. The thought echoed through my mind, but it still didn't feel real.Just hours earlier, I had believed today would be the happiest day of my life. The day I, Camila Stones, the quiet, adopted daughter who never quite fit i







