~Christopher’s POV~ I made a reservation for Camille and me. The restaurant caters to celebs alone. I know my wife is unconcerned about what others think of her. I don’t expect her to be dressed to the nines. I did not reserve a private place. Camille despises being in the limelight, but I want her to feel at ease with me today. I watched as her car pulled up, and reporters ran up to her, covering the only view I had to watch her. The only thing I could see was the flashlights coming from the reporter’s cameras. I didn’t dare move from my seat, knowing fully well that my wife could be wearing sweatpants. I didn’t care, since I know her. While I was busy pressing my phone in anticipation of her arrival, I overheard everyone questioning who she was, “Oh my God, who is she? She is such a beauty.” I guess they are referring to whoever just walked in, but then I glanced up and Fuck! It was my wife. She was so stunning. Why hadn’t she dressed this way before? I’m extremely pleased that
~Camila’s POV~I couldn’t think clearly.What made him kiss me? Why did my first kiss have to be with him, of all people? I couldn’t stop rubbing her lips to get Christopher’s fingerprints off or rather lips off.Why did he feel compelled to kiss me? Is he insane? What exactly does this mean? Is he trying to make things difficult for us?I removed my gown and proceeded to the shower. I then put on something normal and sat on the bed.Why did I choose to marry someone like him? Isn’t marriage supposed to be about having a happily ever after?They say love represents the start of a new life. But this is not how I envisaged my experience to be. I married a guy to get a permanent residency card. This union is a never-ending series of pains and sacrifices. Regularly, I am insulted. Every day, he creates headlines, and I have no choice but to sit and watch.Christopher is prosperous; why didn’t he take one of the whores as his sham wife? Why did he have to choose me? Why do I feel like I’v
~Camile’s POV~ I woke up with a severe hangover. Fuck! I’ve never had a hangover like this before. It must be the difficulties and everything I’m dealing with at the same time. That causes me to check the time. It was Monday. Oh, my God. I needed to get my son to school. “Robin!” I yelled as I raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once done, I rushed downstairs, and I saw Robin sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. I was so tired. “Would you mind driving us to school today?” “Master has already dropped Liam off at school, ma’am.” How could that conceited jerk have driven Liam to school? That jerk is solely concerned about himself. I sat down on the sofa and before I knew it, I was dozing off again. It was about 11 a.m. when I woke up again. I walked upstairs, had a bath, and then went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. On top of the table, I saw a file. I was tempted to open the file, but instead, I cooked my breakfast, ate, and went upstairs to change into a d
~Christopher’s POV~Today, I’m trying a lot of new stuff. I don’t drive SUVs, yet here I am traveling to school in this G-wagon, trying to be a subservient spouse. I believe I am mentally ill. Claudia could not compel me to do anything like this. Could it be that I’ve never really loved her? I was just taking pleasure in the sex.As I drove, I adjusted my tie, trying to think clearly. This girl made me perspire. If I ever fall in love with Camille, I vow she’ll be the one wearing pants in our relationship. Camille is a no-go area.Today, I’ve made a fool of myself. I drove Liam to school and I am also picking him up for the very first time in my life. I’ve never dropped or picked up this boy before in my life.What makes that girl so unique? She has me wrapped around her little finger.I’m at school, like any good parent should be, waiting for my kid. Fuck! I resent the attention. I slipped on my sunglasses as I waited for my son’s arrival. A woman led Liam outside, attempting to s
~Christopher’s POV~ The following morning, I awoke with Camille draped across my torso and my hands wrapped around her waist. I’m not sure how we ended up in this position, but whatever it was, she fit my torso perfectly. It’s as though she was born there. However, I know that she would be mortified if she awoke and discovered herself in my arms. I gently repositioned her head on her pillow. And kissed her on the brow. I rose to my feet and walked over to the window. This is causing a lot of problems for my wife. Regardless of whether the marriage was loveless, my wife does not deserve to be escorted from her room by my ex-wife. What is this woman doing in my house in the first place? This is the worst thing that can happen to a man, two women living under the same roof. Claudia was once fuckable, while Camille is someone I lust after with all my heart, but I can’t fuck her. I drew my gaze at my wife while I was gently caressing my temples. I know I need to tell my wife what’s goin
~Christopher’s POV~It’s a well-known fact that my wife is not a pushover. Many people believe that because she is young, they may run roughshod over her. I know one thing for sure, whatever Claudia did yesterday clearly enraged her. I sat at the table, my gaze drawn to Claudia from the corner of my eyes. I could tell she was on the verge of exploding, but she had no say in the matter due to the indirect nature of the threat. I came dangerously close to choking on my breakfast. Who would have guessed that another woman would render this snake speechless?Claudia had always wanted to be in control, but Camille. My wife Camille is in control, and Claudia will never win against her if she plays dirty. I drank a sip of water and fixed my gaze on Camille. She was eating as though she had committed no veiled insults. This girl is irresistible in every way. She is the ideal wife, a king’s wife. My wife!Camille is a bulldozer, and Claudia is a forklift for Camille. When Liam mentioned that
~Camila’s POV~It’s infuriating to have to go out every time. I’ll have to hunt for a rental office. I’m not sure what that woman wants, but she is definitely up to something. I value my privacy. No one knows the face behind CAMMY designs, and I’d like it to remain a mystery. I sipped the last of the coffee in the cup and requested my bill from the waitress. I’ve established myself as a regular at this coffee shop. The waitress smiled at me as she handed me the bill, and I paid and drove home. When I returned home and began cooking, I asked Mary to assist me with setting the table. Claudia descended just as the front door opened, donning a really stunning evening gown that revealed her ample boobs. I’m not sure if this is to prove to me that she has larger boobs than mine or to show Chris what he is missing. I chuckled under my breath. She’s trying way too hard these days. Chris gave her a passing glance, seemingly oblivious to the way she pressed her breasts together while seated nex
~Claudia’s POV~ I was at my house. Although this is not my home per se, I know that bitch is the one allowing me to stay here as Liam’s mother. Not that I’m worried. I am his mother. As far as I know, I am not a mother. I can’t even imagine myself as a mother. It’s fortunate that the girl took on that position. Chris, on the other hand, knows that I am the one who birthed his successor. When I turned on the television, I was confronted by a massive structure. At an estimated cost of $500 million. The city’s wealthiest and most feared man had just bought a property and constructed a massive building for his lovely wife. I heard the news presenter stating it on television. Why did Chris purchase such a structure for that girl? Why hadn’t he purchased anything for me during our time together? He used to exclusively take me out. Could it be that I never wanted to work, or that he wasn’t in love with me after all? Why is it that that girl has to have everything? What makes this girl so