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He shrugged nonchalantly but it irked him that the guys would be having dinner without him tonight. It was so obvious. "You haven't spoken to the guys since you said you would, have you?" Stefano asked knowingly. "And you've never met their girls," I added pointedly. "Aw, is Patrick feeling left out?" I teased. "If you say another word, Camiella—" "Careful," Stefano warned, shutting down Patrick's threat, "if I were you, I wouldn't finish that sentence." Patrick glanced at me and released a breath, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "Enjoy the dinner, you two." I exchanged a look with Stefano. "You can come," I said, "but then you'll be Isabella's date." He spun back around instead of going to his stuff and grabbed onto the counter. "Why do I need to have a date at all?" "Well, even if you don't call her your date, she more or less will be. Since you're invited, she's invited, and since she's invited, you both are the only singles at dinner tonight. It's self-ex
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Camiella's POVSix months later..."This apartment will never recover from this," Patrick said, watching Khan, Leo, and Mabel running around the place, covered in paint with massive sheets taking up the entire floor as they transformed into artists together. "Neither will you," I said, sending out the last email I had to respond to before closing my laptop. "I don't understand how you've found yourself babysitting on this fine Monday morning," I chuckled. "I'm babysitting four of you, apparently," he scoffed at me before grabbing his laptop and going back to work. "You don't sound very grateful to me, Patrick. I skipped work so you wouldn't have to disappoint Louis, Derek, or Dimitri," I taunted. "I don't want to!" Leo yelled loudly, throwing Mabel's hand off his arm and then standing up, dusting his clothes. If only paint could erase paint... "Hey!" she shouted, giving him a push. Frustrated and completely vexed by her, he pushed her back. She fell on the floor, right on her bu
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The way our lips moved in sync and our bodies leaned into each other's, both of us feeling completely secure... There was nothing better in this world than the love we had and there would never be anything better. I could feel the ghost of Camiella's smile against my lips as we broke away and caught our breaths. All this and she was still smiling... "You've got me," she said gently, "I know you do." My eyes helplessly drifted back down to her arm. "Does it hurt?" Smiling, she shook her head. "Not even a little bit." I sighed and tugged her to the edge of the counter before scooping her up in my arms. "Liar," I muttered. Drawing me in with a hand on my other cheek, she kissed the cheek that faced her as I carried her upstairs and to my room, setting her on the bed cautiously. "Do you need help changing?" I asked. She glanced at her pants and then at her black camisole. "Maybe a bit with the top. You can change while I get these off," she said, standing up and patting her hips. "
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Stefano's POVCamiella's eyes followed my movements as I dried off my hands by the kitchen sink and then picked up the first aid kit, going back to where she was sitting on the kitchen island. We got home barely five minutes ago and the priority was to tend to her wounds and take care of her immediately. She was still extremely shaken up and had fallen awfully quiet. I hated it. I hated seeing her in pain and knowing that it was because of me. It was all because of me. It's all my fault. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes, knowing that I was the reason she was hurt so badly, but I could feel her gaze on me as I set the kit on the counter beside her and hitched up the sleeves of my shirt, blinking the tears back in my eyes as they blurred my vision. "Take your blazer off," I said, clearing my throat and hoping she didn't hear it break. "Stefano," she replied softly. "Here, I'll help." I stood up and assisted her, carefully lifting it off her arm as she winced and then
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Scott was still recovering from the blows Patrick delivered when Stefano swept up the rope I was bound by and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, forcefully taking Scott and tying him down to the chair. "You had a lot to say over the phone, Scott," Stefano said, glancing at the tray of knives and choosing one. I watched silently from where I stood. "Did you think you would get away with it by bringing Camiella to my warehouse and using my weapons on her?" This is Stefano's warehouse? This was the torture chamber... Oh, my God. "Let's see, where did you start? Here, was it?" Stefano lifted the knife to Scott's neck but the man wouldn't even flinch. Turning to the side, he spat out the blood coating his tongue and I kept my grimaces to myself. "No," Stefano shook his head, "Here, wasn't it?" Without any warning, Stefano delivered a big slash to Scott's arm. I was so sure that Scott's screams and all this blood would drive me out of there and I would end up asking Patrick to drop m
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Camiella's POVWhen my eyes met Stefano's for the first time since Scott got his hands on me, I felt like everything would be all right, like I wouldn't get hurt and I'd finally be in safe hands again. I had no idea who the guy with Stefano was but even though they were here now and I knew everything would be okay, the uneasiness within me refused to settle and continued raging like a storm. It was hard not to start crying when Scott took pleasure in running a blade across my arm three times at an agonizing pace, but even I had to say, he knew nothing about how to torture someone. I guess he'll learn now that Stefano's here. I saw the fury in Stefano's eyes and I feared that his anger would get the best of him and he would do something irrational and get hurt. My heart sank when without a second thought, Stefano began walking over. I heard and felt the guard behind me stiffen and step closer but Stefano's steps never faltered, not even as Scott reached for his gun and pointed it a
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Camiela's Perspective:"You're coming tonight, aren't you?" Shirley enquired, and Khan hopped off my lap, circling the table to sit beside his mother. She assisted him into the seat, handed me the menu, and then proceeded to fix his hair."Tonight?" I questioned, arching my brows."Don't play dumb
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Stefano's Perspective:The front door clicked open, and I pulled it ajar, blocking the entrance. "Tara.""Stefano", she greeted, "you should show up when your father asks to see you.""You shouldn't, though," I retorted, holding my ground in the doorway. "It's nine in the morning; it's only been a
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Camiela's Perspective:"Ms Rodriguez?" The rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the computer keyboard paused as I pulled out my earphones, turning my attention to the office entrance. My head tilted, and I raised a brow inquisitively.Olivia stood there, a friendly smile on her face. "It's getting lat
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Camiela's PerspectiveI raised a hand to my mouth, letting out a yawn, and squinted in the living room as the morning sunlight flooded the space. The dining table was filled with lively conversations and the joyful sounds of Khan's laughter. Our family had a longstanding tradition of coming togethe
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