LOGINBLURB Camilla's five-year marriage was nothing but a contract. With only five months left, she planned to quietly endure the remaining time and leave her husband forever. But while she battled for her life and carried his child, her husband was already in the arms of her sister. “Don't worry. I'll sign the divorce papers when the contract ends.” She thought walking away would be the hardest part. Until her husband's uncle stopped her. “Five months is too long.” Camilla froze. “What do you mean?” He looked at her calmly. “Divorce him now. Marry me instead.” Her husband's regret came too late. Because the wife he never loved was about to become his uncle's most treasured woman.
View MoreUncle? I turned my head to face Trent; it was at that moment that I saw the resemblance. Those shining green eyes.My gaze went back to my new stranger, and his smile grew even wider before he turned to Trent, and his smile vanished, as if it had never been there. “Hello, Nephew.”“Don’t call me that. What are you doing with my wife?” As he said that, his fingers dug into my waist, causing me to wince. I wanted to say something, but then Trent gave me a glare, causing me to lower my head. I shrank inside because I knew right now it was best to remain silent. “Well, I don’t think I have to tell you.” His uncle chuckled, “And she won’t be your wife in five months, so remember that.”I could already feel Trent’s anger beside me, and I was slightly happy; he felt that way. Now, he would have a taste of his own medicine.“And by the way, my name is Sebastian. You can ask your husband more about me.” After saying that, he turned to leave.He was a good distance away when I turned to T
“I’m sorry.” Camilla said, in her soft voice. Once again, she was unable to look me in the eyes, like I was some sort of monster, and I clenched my fists.I had tolerated her presence for four years even though she had forced her way into my life. Why did she have to make me feel bad for it when I provided everything she ever needed. “...Act like a wife sometimes.”The words came out before I could stop them, and when she finally raised her head, the tears I saw drove an arrow into my heart.God. Why was I feeling this way? She was insignificant, and I would be divorcing her soon. The best response would be to leave now, so I can cool my head.But could she stop making things hard for me? I was just a man, and I needed clarity for my business, not a wife that would drive me into an emotional state.As I walked to my partners, my thoughts went to the moment when she had walked down the stairs with that blue dress, hugging her at every curve.How had I not been seeing this? Was she al
The ball was exactly the way I expected. Wealthy men and women, looking for better ways to spend their money, to make them feel special. And I didn’t like it. I wasn’t one to pretend, but it felt like I truly needed to be over here.My hand was in Trent’s, and he pulled me across the red carpet; the cameras flashed, and my nervousness grew. Just when I was about to make a run for it, I felt an arm around my waist, and Trent pulled my body closer. Every part of me shut down, because it felt like there was a plan that I didn’t know.Then his head dipped, and his lips brushed against my ears, sending volts through me, as memories of that night flashed in my head. “Trent…” I whispered for fear of my own heart, but his grip tightened. “Relax, and keep your head up. You look like a frightened cat.” He said in the softest voice, and I swallowed. A frightened cat would be an understatement, so my body relaxed. This was a side of him that I had never seen, and somehow, I felt safe. “Th
The next morning started like any other, and I rushed down to the kitchen, doing my usual chores. Trent’s coffee was out: two spoons of milk, two spoons of creamer, and one sugar cube. It was the way I had been making it for four years, and he had never complained. But I learnt something different last night, and placed a spoonful of vanilla. His footsteps came from the stairs, but I focused my attention on packing his meal. He came back home later, and while scrolling, I stumbled on Bella’s social media page. She had posted a new photo of them in the penthouse. In the past years, I would have cried about it, but now I don't care. “Camilla, I have an event tonight. I need to bring my wife.” Trent’s voice came from behind. I was confused. Why was he telling me? Did he plan to rub it in my face that he’d be taking Bella?“Okay. I’d still prepare dinner; when you are back, you can heat it up.” I muttered, without turning back to him. “What are you talking about?” Trent replied, a












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