Chapter 4

Camilla.

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for some sort of response. Grey stood across from me, eyes wide, disbelief etched across his face. For a moment, I thought I might choke on the words I was about to say. But I had no choice.

The silence was deafening.

Just say it, Camilla. Just say it.

I took a breath and glanced at the floor, gathering my courage. This is it. This is what I have to do if I’m going to get my inheritance back. If I’m going to make him help me.

I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I also didn’t expect it to feel this heavy. I swallowed hard, trying to push past the wave of nausea creeping up my throat.

Still, I hesitated. My hands, clammy and stiff, gripped the edge of the chair. The silence between us was suffocating. Grey hadn’t spoken, hadn’t moved, just stared at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

Think, think…

I felt my pulse in my temples. I knew that telling him this, all of it, was the only way forward. But the words felt so foreign, so impossible to utter. This wasn’t some casual conversation. This wasn’t something you casually dropped on someone.

I forced my eyes back to his, and in that instant, his expression shifted. 

Finally, I lifted my chin, opened my mouth, and said, louder this time, “I am pregnant with your child.”

The words echoed in the quiet room, louder than I expected. There. I said it.

The silence that followed felt even more oppressive, suffocating. Grey blinked a few times, his mouth hanging slightly open as he processed the words. His brows furrowed, and he leaned forward, as if trying to see if I was serious. His disbelief was palpable.

I could feel the tension in my own body rising, the anxiety creeping up my spine. 

Just as I thought he might say something—anything—Bryce, his friend, walked back into the office. He stopped short, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“Wow, wow,” Bryce said, laughing in disbelief. “What did I just hear?”

Grey turned away from me, his lips curling into a smirk. “This crazy bitch claimed she’s pregnant with my child.” He laughed, a sound that cut through the air like a sharp blade. Bryce joined in, their laughter mingling, fueling the fire of my anger.

My fists clenched at my sides, my breath coming faster. “I’m not lying, Grey,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “This pregnancy is yours. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

Grey scoffed, and I saw the doubt in his eyes. Slowly, he stood up and began moving toward me. His steps were slow, deliberate, and a chill ran down my spine.

“You mean to tell me that you’re pregnant and somehow I am the one responsible?”

I didn’t flinch, even though my insides were in knots. “Yes,” I said, my voice unwavering. “You are very much responsible.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, but his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Then, without warning, he slammed his hand down on the desk beside me. The force of it rattled the wood, and I flinched as if he had struck me instead.

“What insolence!” he spat.

I instinctively took a step back, my heart racing in my chest, but I refused to show any further fear. “I’m not lying, Grey,” I insisted, my voice growing more forceful. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

Grey’s face twisted in disgust, and he turned away from me, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. “I don’t have time for this nonsense. Get out of my office.”

“No,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m not leaving until you listen to me.”

He looked at me like I was a nuisance, something to be dismissed with a wave of his hand. But I wasn’t going anywhere. I had nothing left to lose.

I took a deep breath and continued. “We met two weeks ago, at the Royal Club. We spent the night together. But I was gone by morning, only for me to find out yesterday that I was pregnant with your child.”

Grey’s face hardened at the mention of the Royal Club, his lips curling into a sneer. “I spent the night with trash like you?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re not even fit for my dogs.”

I could feel the heat of his words sting me, but I didn't expect anything more from someone like him. 

“You’re the one who slept with me that night,” I retorted, my voice shaking with anger. “And now you're going to act like you don't remember?”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. But I wasn’t buying the act.

Without warning, I climbed onto his desk, standing tall in front of him, my legs spread apart as I faced him head-on. “I’m not lying, Grey," I said, louder this time. "I’m pregnant with your child. The earlier you start accepting this, the better for everyone here."

Grey’s face twisted into a scowl, and he turned to Bryce, his eyes flicking over to his friend, who stood by the door with an expression of mild amusement. “Throw her out,” he ordered.

Bryce took a step forward, and I reacted before he could even touch me. “Don’t you dare touch me!” I spat, pushing him back with a force that surprised even me. “You think you can just throw me out like garbage? Well, you’re wrong.”

Grey’s patience seemed to be wearing thin. He stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. “You better calm down, or you’ll regret it.”

“Try me,” I said, my voice steady, fearless this time. “I’ve got nothing left to lose. You want me to leave? You better listen to what I have to say first.”

“You can deny all you want,” I said. “But you remember that night. I know you do. I know you remember my moan, the way I shivered under your touch.” I took a step closer to him, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I know that was the best sex of your entire life! And everyday, just like I do, you dream about that night!"