Raymond's POV:"Never contact me again in your life."The woman who was in the room with me disrupted our tense conversation. As she stormed out of the house, she slammed the door behind her, her furious expression lingering in the air."So, you've been cheating on me?" Camilla's voice trembled with rage, her eyes blazing with hurt and betrayal."You chose someone else over me?" she continued, her voice cracking. "I never expected you to betray me this way, Ray. I respected you for everything you did for me during my tough days in London. But cheating on me while we're engaged has destroyed any respect I had left for you."She recoiled as I stepped forward to hold her, my hands shaking. "Don't lay a finger on me," she spat."I'm sorry, Camilla," I stammered."There's no need to be sorry," she retorted coldly."I came to give you back your ring. This relationship can no longer work. I don't see a future for us."Her words hit me like a punch to the gut.Anger flared briefly,
Camilla's POV:"Lawrence just informed me he's going to speak with his mystic friend about George's condition. I need to be with him," I said to my sister as she walked into my office, a sense of curiosity lacing around my sister's face."I'll stay here with the kids, then," Britney replied, not bothering to sit down. Her eyes reflected the same worry that had been gnawing at me for days."George might seem strong, but he's still fragile," I reminded her, my voice steady but strained. "Please watch over him and make sure he doesn't engage in any strenuous activities.""That won't be a problem," she assured me, though her gaze lingered on the doorway as if she, too, was bracing up for what I was going to meet Lawrence for.As she turned to leave, a chill ran down my spine. Lawrence's mystic friend had never been wrong before, according to Lawrence, but the thought of what they might uncover about George sent a ripple of fear through me. What lay beneath the surface of his illness? I qu
Camilla POV"I've been expecting your call," Raymond's voice greeted me as soon as he answered. "Where are my children?" I cut in, my voice edged with desperation."They're safe," he replied, a silent laugh following his words."I want my kids back," I demanded, concern dripping from every syllable."Of course you do," Raymond's confidence was palpable. "But before that happens, the right thing must be done.""What are you talking about?" I asked, my curiosity morphing into a gnawing panic. I had no idea what he was implying, and the unknown was terrifying."You kids are alright, I love them, and I would do anything to keep them safe. But from this moment, that can only remain so if you comply with whatever I tell you," Raymond said, intensifying the anxiety I felt within."I don't understand what you're saying, Ray," I forced a reply through my lips."That's not a problem. I'll make it simple for you. Make your way home now; there's more for you to find out."In a state of panic, I r
Camilla's POV"Can you trust me and tell me what is going on?" Lawrence asked, his voice tinged with concern. I wanted to confide in him, but I feared it might make things worse."I would never harm my kids. Raymond was adamant about keeping this from the police," I thought to myself, torn between the desire to share my burden and the need to protect my children. “I'm fine, Lawrence. There's no need to worry about me," I said, raising my voice to mask the emotion threatening to spill over."Alright then," Lawrence replied, sensing my turmoil but choosing not to press further. "I called to discuss our son's future. We need to meet.""I'll be very busy for the next few days, Lawrence. Come to my office at the hospital. It's the easiest place for us to meet," I suggested, trying to maintain some semblance of control."That will be fine, Cam. I'll be at your office tomorrow."Britney, who had been sitting silently beside me, signalled that I should not reveal the kidnapping to Lawrence.
Camilla’s POV "Who's there?" I asked, pushing the door open and peering into the dimly lit room. Silence greeted me.Shrugging, I returned to my phone call with Raymond. "Is someone spying on you?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion."I don't think so," I replied, my voice uncertain."You need to be careful," he warned, his tone sharp. "I've told you before, no one else must find out if you want to keep your kids safe.""Can I speak with them?" I pleaded."No, you can't. Why would I allow that?" he snapped, his patience wearing thin."Please, just this once," I persisted, desperation creeping into my voice."You do not have the luxury of making requests," he hissed. "Fulfill all my instructions by the end of today. Tomorrow, I will tell you how to deliver what is rightfully mine.""I will do whatever you want, just don't hurt my children. I'm making arrangements already," I said, my voice breaking with anguish."It's all in your hands, Cam. I'll contact you at 11 am tomorrow,"
“Get in and shut the door,” the man in the driver's seat commanded through the lowered window.I was terrified. My hands shook as I fumbled with the passenger door, finally yanking it open and tumbling into the seat. I threw the bag with the money onto the back seat, my breath coming in rapid gasps. The reality of my situation hit me like a punch to the gut—I had sealed my fate the moment I stepped into that car. Fear paralyzed my tongue, rendering me silent before the man beside me.“You can pull out the seatbelt and use it,” he said, his voice eerily calm.His hands were steady on the steering wheel as he started the engine. The car reversed smoothly, and with every inch we moved away from the mall's parking lot, the tension in my chest grew tighter. Escape seemed impossible; everything now rested in the hands of fate."That's Camilla in that vehicle," Lawrence whispered urgently to one of the cops hidden behind a nearby car."Yes, that's Camilla," the officer confirmed, pointing at
I was growing more afraid as we got closer. I couldn't explain it; maybe it was because of what Raymond had just told me. "I need to relax," I murmured to myself:"I haven't informed the police or anyone else, so why should I be scared?"If Raymond was suspecting anything, I had only one choice to do, I couldn't keep hiding things from him. He needed to understand me. I needed to explain things to him when I got there.“Ma’am. We’re here” I heard the driver say, the car slowing to a stop. I looked out the window and noticed that we had reached a palace I had never seen before in the city. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t register when we reached here so fast. “Ma’am, you need to step out” The driver said again after noticing my refusal to leave the car. Where was I supposed to step out?I looked at the driver in confusion at his words as I tried to register his words. He quickly noticed my confusion and immediately rephrased his statement:“Go to the back seat”And even wi
Camilla POV"I've got some men inside already," Officer Trey said to the cop with Louis over the phone. "I want you to be careful out there.""Everything seems too calm to be true here. Being careful is our priority," Trey replied, scanning his surroundings with heightened awareness."We've got company, Trey. Over," one of the officers near Damian's apartment reported through his walkie-talkie."How many? Over," Trey asked, his grip tightening on his gun as the humming sound of their walkie-talkie continued humming some after a story to each of the officer's statements."Four armed men outside. Over," the cop replied, voice tense."Do whatever you can to keep them in check. Over," Trey instructed, his mind racing with possible scenarios."Sure," the officer confirmed, determination evident in his tone and made gestures to fellow cops inside to be alert explaining his plans on how to contain the situation. "We need to act fast. Camilla is already inside," Officer Trey said to Lawrence