CHAPTER 6

"How's your neck?" asked Felix, approaching Elisa and sitting on a chair in the garden.

"Are you home?" asked Elisa, turning her face away from the business magazine.

"I was worried about you. I left all my work behind, preferring to finish up at the mansion," Felix replied, looking at Elisa's neck. The red marks from Simona's strangulation had started to fade, but until this moment, Felix kept remembering what that woman had done to his wife.

Elisa touched her neck. She knew her husband's eyes were staring at her neck, but she was much better. Previously, Elisa had felt traumatized, remembering what happened to her when she was alive as Camelia, who also died from Samuel's strangulation.

"Calm down, Elisa. I will sue Samuel for what his lover did to you."

"Felix, I have something to tell you."

"What, Elisa?"

"Felix, I'm actually not-" Elisa's words were cut off when Felix's phone rang.

The man immediately asked for permission to step away to pick up the phone. Elisa just stared at Felix's body, which was standing a few meters away from her current position. Just now, she wanted to be honest and say that she was Camelia and not Elisa.

"Elisa, I apologize. Your words had to be cut off; now, what did you want to say?" Felix's eyes looked deeply into Elisa's face, which was so charming with her new look. Felix liked her more and more, the Elisa who was now much warmer and talked to him more often than the Elisa of old.

"Not so Felix. I suddenly forgot; I'll let you know when I remember," Elisa replied with a small smile.

"Why do you like reading business magazines so much? Are you getting interested? You used to tell me that you'd hate business until you died."

"Really? But I'm starting to get interested in business and not modeling anymore," Elisa said, turning the page and seeing her husband Felix's face on it.

"No, don't look at that article. I'm so ugly in there," Felix said, placing his palm over his face in the magazine.

"Felix. Take your hand away," Elisa added coldly.

Felix still wouldn't take his hands away. Instead, he pulled Elisa's waist and rested his head on her shoulder. "Elisa. I don't like your cold tone," Felix whispered.

"Keep your hands away. I'm not going to look at your ugly face; I want to read the article," Elisa continued, trying to stay calm with Felix's arm around her waist. "Behind the success of young billionaire Jhonson Felix Taylor in winning a billion-dollar tender!" Elisa read the title of the article out loud.

"Elisa. Stop reading out loud, or I'll brutally crush your lips!" Felix ordered seriously.

"Are you sure you can do that?" Elisa hadn't spoken for a minute. Felix proved it by immediately pulling Elisa roughly by the scruff of the neck, then crushing her lips without a trace. Felix closed his eyes, enjoying the intoxicating kiss even though Elisa didn't kiss him back. "Sorry," Felix whispered, breaking the kiss. He put his finger to wipe away the saliva left on Elisa's lips.

"Stop Camelia! Stop going too far; focus on your revenge." Elisa whispered as her eyes met Felix's sad, soothing eyes.

Elisa pulled her face away and looked in the other direction. "Are you starting to fall in love with me?" she asked with a glance. "No, Felix, you can't fall in love with me," she continued.

"Why can't I fall in love with you, Elisa? We've been married for four years," Felix replied with a cold stare. He was about to be honest about his feelings for Elisa, but the woman in front of him had broken Felix's spirit.

"Because I don't love you, Felix! Even though we've been married for four years, nothing has changed," explained Elisa, who didn't want to lie to Felix any further. Felix could not fall for Elisa, who had Camelia's soul in her.

"I have the right to love you, Elisa. It doesn't matter if you love me back or not!" Felix stood up from his seat and walked away, leaving Elisa in the back garden.

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"Honey, what about this?" asked Simona, looking at the indictment against her for the attempted murder of Mrs. Taylor.

"I'll sort it all out, Simona. Stop asking questions," snapped Samuel, who was trying to get in touch with someone to help him sort things out.

"Our wedding is almost on the horizon, Samuel. I don't want to know! My name needs to be cleared because I didn't do that to Elisa!"

"You should go back to your room. Get some rest; I'll let you know when it's over," Samuel said, releasing Simona's hand from his neck.

"Samuel. I want you now," Simona whispered sensually, touching Samuel's body and unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

"Not now, Simona. I have a headache!" Samuel refused, pushing away Simona's hands that were trying to undo his belt.

"As you wish, Samuel. I'll wait in our room," Simona replied, walking away with a little stomp of her foot and loudly slamming the door to Samuel's study.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" snapped Simona to the two servants looking at her.

Simona walked quickly towards her room and shut the door firmly. Not a few minutes later, the sound of shouting could be heard again.

"Aaaaaa maid!!!" screamed Simona, standing up and closing her eyes when she saw the red writing on the glass, as well as the blood scattered on the glass table and also on the bed.

Samuel came in with two servants. The sound of her screaming reached his study; he read the red writing on the glass of the dressing table.

'Die.... Die Simona and Samuel you must die!!!'

"Who did this?" Samuel asked the two confused servants. "Did anyone come into this room last night?" Samuel asked again.

"No, sir. We've made sure no strangers have entered," said the servant, frightened by the anger in Samuel's eyes.

"Camelia... Camelia, Samuel." Simona kept saying Camelia's name as she took cover behind Samuel's body.

"What nonsense are you saying, Simona! Stop saying Camelia's name; she's dead and at peace in heaven," Samuel retorted, raising his voice slightly.

"But--"

"Tidy up this mess! Temporarily rest in Simona's guest room."

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