Lawson shrugged to himself, feeling no emotional attachment to Camila's outburst. "If she can't handle the truth, that's not my problem." He mumbled and a soft knock at the door broke his train of thought.
"Mr Lawson!" The butler voice came through and before he could continue Lawson cut him off abrupt. "Not now Charles Leave me alone," Lawson snapped his voice firm but controlled. He didn't want to be disturbed, not now, not when he was still processing the events that had just unfolded. Charles's voice was hesitant, but he eventually backed down. "Yes, sir. Sorry to disturb you." Lawson nodded to himself, even though Charles couldn't see him. He waited until he heard the butler's footsteps fade away before he turned his attention back to his thoughts. But his solitude was short-lived. The door t swung open, and Diane walked in, flaunting her protruding belly. She looked radiant, her skin glowing with a healthy pregnancy sheen. Lawson's gaze flickered to her stomach, and for a moment, he felt a pang of... something. But it wasn't guilt or regret. No, it was something else entirely. Diane's eyes met his, and she smiled, her lips curling up but before she could speak he gesture curly towards the door "Get out of my room." Diane's eyes sparkled with amusement, but she didn't seem offended by Lawson's abrupt command. Instead, she sauntered closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. "I don't think so, Lawson," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I think we should put our differences behind us and embrace this baby since you seem to think you put it in there by mistake." Lawson raised an eyebrow, But he quickly interrupted by the door hinging open and his sister, Madison, bursting into the room her movement frantic. Her eyes were wide with worry as she spoke. "Lawson, oh my god, I just heard..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking to Diane, who was still standing in the room, a smug expression on her face. Lawson's eyes narrowed, What had Madison heard? And why did she look so worried? " Heard what, Madison?" Lawson asked, his voice firm but controlled. Madison took a deep breath before speaking, her words tumbling out in a rush. "There was an accident at the highway. A very bad one," Madison continued, her voice shaking slightly. "A friend who happened to pass by told me. She said it involved a tanker truck and...and a car. Then it turns into a multi vehicle collision the highway is under lock down." Madison's eyes locked onto Lawson's, her gaze searching for any sign of concern or alarm. But there was nothing. "And how's is that out problem." Lawson replied flatly. "Camila... she just left... " Madison trailed off, her voice trembling with worry. "Do you think... She's....I don't know ... maybe" She paused and heaved a sig "I have tried calling her but she isn't picking my calls." "She is upset so she wouldn't pick your calls." Diane spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And stop worrying for no reason perhaps Camila didn't drive through the highway. And even if she did-" . "This isn't the time for your drama, Diane. " Madison .interrupted, her voice firm but worried. "We need to find out if Camila is okay. We can't just stand here and speculate. Lawson, can you please try to reach her or send someone to find her?" Lawson's hesitated but eventually nodded curtly. "I'll send someone to check on her. But let's not jump to conclusions. We don't know if Camila was even involved in the accident." Madison snorted, her eyes rolling in exasperation. "Oh, come on, Lawson. Don't play dumb. You know Camila might drive pass that highway. And even if she didn't wouldn't you want to make sure she's safe?" Lawson shot Madison a warning glance, but her expression hardened. "I already said I will and will you shoo." Lawson.added, his voice firm. "And that's all I'm going to do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to make some calls." Madison s eyes flashed with annoyance, but she knew better than to push Lawson further. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving Diane and Lawson alone. Diane attempted to make advance towards Lawson, a flirtatious smile spreading across her face. But before she could take another step, Lawson flashed her a warning glance. "Get away from.me.i still haven't forgiven you for ditching me." Diane's smile faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes never leaving Lawson's face. "Come on don't be like that ." She pouted trialing her fingers on his chest, but Lawson swiftly grabbed her wrist, his grip firm. "Don't," he warn. "I mean it, Diane. Don't push me you've done enough already." Diane snatched her hand back, her smile returning, but this time it was tinged with a hint of irritation. "I wasn't ready to get married and you were too desperate that you got married to Camila instead." Lawson looked away heading for the door but Diane grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away we both know you love me and the child you'll gonna to accept it " Lawson's eyes blazed with anger as he turned to face Diane. "You think you can just waltz in here, announce your pregnancy, and expect me to accept it?" he spat, his voice venomous. "You're crazy, Diane. Whatever happened between us was a mistake. And this..." He gestured to her belly. "...is just a complication." Diane's face paled, but she stood her ground. "I'm not going anywhere, Lawson," she said, her voice steady. "And neither is our child." Lawson's anger boiled over, and he took a step closer to Diane. "You have no right to come into my home, to disrupt my life like this," he growled. "You're the one who walked away, Diane. Don't come crying to me now." Just then, the door flew open with Madison bursting back into the room, her face etched with urgency. "Lawson, it's Camila," she said, her voice trembling. "Her car was found at the highway."Lawson's blood ran cold. The image of Camila's car crumpled on the highway flooded his mind. The nonchalant dismissal he'd felt moments ago towards the accident vanished, replaced by a sickening dread."Who found the car?" he barked at Madison, his voice tight with a sudden urgency he hadn't felt all day.He ignored Diane, who stood frozen in the doorway, her smug expression wiped clean by a flicker of curiosity.Madison, panic plastered on her face, nodded curtly. "One of your men, but who found the car isn't important right now. She must be at City General Hospital."Lawson didn't waste another second. He practically sprinted past Diane, who scrambled after him, her heels clicking frantically on the floor as she tried to keep up with the pace.The car ride to the hospital was a blur of tense silence. Lawson gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his mind replaying their argument, Camila's tear-stained face. Had his harsh words pushed her to this point? To be i
Cole Lopez leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he listened to his team's final remark. After an hour of intense brainstorming, he leaned forward, adjourning the meeting."Alright, I think that covers everything. Let's reconvene next week to discuss the financials."The team nodded and began gathering their belongings, while Cole stood, smoothing his tailored suit. With a curt nod at the team, he turned to leave, but Rachel, his PA, appeared in the doorway."Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but you need to see this," she said, her voice urgent as she stretched out her iPad to him.Cole's face flashed with annoyance. Couldn't she have just shown him whatever it was that was so important in his office? He valued efficiency and disliked interruptions."You could have at least waited until I left the conference room," he spat as he grabbed the iPad from her."If it wasn't urgent, I wouldn't have bothered you, sir," Rachel retorted, but her voice remained calm and polite.Cole sc
"Our marriage has been beneficial to both of us. You've had a comfortable life, and I've gotten what I needed." "You knew what you were getting into when you married me. You knew I needed a kidney, and you knew I would take care of you financially." "Where are you going?" "Take your hands off me!" Her voice cut through her foggy mind like a knife, and Camila's eyes fluttered open, but they were met with an inky blackness that seemed to swallow everything. She tried to lift her hands to touch her face, but there was this numbness she felt, as if it were wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. As she raised her hand, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her wince. She refused to back down and raised her hand, ignoring the pain as she reached for her face. Yet the feeling she expected didn't come. Instead, her fingers grazed against a thick layer of bandages, covering her face like a mask. Her face... why couldn't she feel her face? Panic set in as Camila's mind struggled to com
TWO YEARS LATER...As the music blares, the thumping bass vibrates through Camila's every cell. This wasn't her typical hangout—the club—but something about the pulsating lights and the anonymous crowd drew her in. Maybe it was the desire to lose herself, to blend in, and forget her troubles. Or maybe it was the thrill of being in a place where no one knew her, where she could be anyone.Strobe lights flash, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded dance floor, but Camila was a few feet away from the chaos, swirling a glass of whiskey in her hand like she had no care in the world.It's a ruse, a way to lose herself."You want another shot, beautiful? I got just the thing," a voice purred beside her.She turned to see the bartender, leaning against the bar, a towel draped over his shoulder. He leaned closer, his face inches from hers."I'll mix you a drink that'll make you forget all about your woes, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath tickling her face. "What do you say,
Camila stumbled slightly as she pushed through the crowded bar, the whiskey coursing through her veins. She wasn't drunk, not yet, but the liquor had taken the edge off, making her feel more relaxed, more carefree, like a bird free from its nest. She slipped her phone into her leather jacket, the screen glowing with the confirmation text from her driver. He'd be waiting outside, ready to take her wherever she wanted to go.As she stepped out into the cool night air, Camila felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The music and laughter of the bar faded into the background, replaced by the hum of the city. She still didn't know why she chose Australia but was glad she did.Taking a deep breath, she strolled to the car with her boots clacking chaotically and disorganized.As she turned a corner, she saw her driver waiting patiently by the car, a sleek black sedan that seemed to blend into the shadows. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of comfort, of security, knowing that she had
Antonio tightly gripped the steering wheel, his mind wandering back to the annoying but intriguing woman. She had grated on his nerves a little, but he still couldn't shake off that fiery spirit and her sharp tongue. He had been taken aback by her defiance... that wasn't something he would expect from a gorgeous face, but at the same time, he tried not to be surprised. It seemed she was someone who was clearly accustomed to getting her way and having others cater to her every whim. Just like his fucking wife—feisty and controlling.Just then his phone rang, and he quickly pulled away from the curb, his eyes flashing back to the damaged bumper. He’d make sure his insurance company squeezed every penny out of them."Good evening, Sir, um..." His assistant began but trailed off as if searching for words. "Sorry to disturb you, but this is urg—""Get on with it. I don't want to remain pulled over for more than two seconds." "Your wife... returned home," he announced, and there was a brie
Camilla jerked out of her sleep clutching to her chest in as if she'd just been startled awake from a nightmare. Groggily she reach out to her phone and noticed several messages flashing on the screenWho else would it be. No one order that her clinging brother. She leaned back no ready to scroll through the tins of messages. She didn't have the mental strength to deal with it. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night's events came flooding back. Her little escapade at the bar, the stranger's harsh words.Speaking of the stranger, Ethan still hadn't gotten his name. He was so rude last night, trying to lecture her on drinking. How dare he? Did he have any idea what she was burying inside, what she wanted to let out? His words had struck a nerve, echoing the very same lectures she'd received from those who didn't understand her. Cole being number one. But what did they know a
As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first one out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido."The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding in her chest."Rachel..." Camila's voice trembled, strained with a 20-hour flight's worth of fear. "How is he? Is he stable now?""Camila," Rachel's voice was low, heavy. "He... he hasn't regained consciousness. They're still running tests, but... it's not good."Camila's breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, 'not good'?""His breathing is... erratic. They're doing everything they can." Rachel said.. "Please, just get here.""So you mean he has been unconscious for more than twenty hours? Didn't he receive medical attention on
Silence hung for a breathless moment. Lawson's mind struggled to catch up with the sudden shift in power. One second he was the pursuer, the next he was pinned, interrogated by the very person he was trying to find.His eyes locked with Camila's. Gone was the carefree laughter he had witnessed earlier. If eyes could kill, he would have dropped dead by now."So what now? You're stalking me?" she spat, slipping her hand off the wall."Cami—""Not only did you choose the long, drawn-out way of divorce, but you're also stalking me. Or perhaps you're trying to provoke me into filing a lawsuit for—""You've got a lot of cash to spend on lawsuits, don't you?" Lawson cut her off suddenly, pushing himself off the wall.Camila didn't flinch, her feet tapping on the ground. Lawson noticed the sound, looked down, and then back up. He chuckled; he bet she wanted to strangle him right then."You haven't changed a bit. You're still the same short-tempered, emotional woman behind this," he pointed to
She was laughing... like really laughing.The other guy was saying something in her ear, and the way she flinched as his breath touched her skin, the way she leaned so close to him that there was a space between them, was all a punch to his gut.It wasn't just that she was with someone else; it was the easy intimacy, the unrestrained joy on her face, the comfortable closeness that felt so... exclusive.She acts like a saint, yet despite them still being married, she's having an affair? Then she is no better than he is.He tore his gaze away, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He focused on the woman still holding his arm, her smile now seeming almost mocking."Looks like she's having a good time," the woman commented. "Perhaps your grand entrance wasn't as impactful as you'd hoped?"Lawson frowned, but she didn't let him speak."Oh right, how do I know?" She chuckled, glancing at Camila again. "She's on my watch list, so I know everything about her.""You're stalking her?" Lawson's brow f
Antonio felt his thigh flinch; it was subtle but enough for him to register her threat.Instantly, he pulled back, the smirk disappearing from his face, replaced by a serious, almost dismissive expression."Speaking of personal space," he said coolly, "you're way too close. Shift, please." He then nodded curtly toward the staircase. "And go get dressed."He turned his gaze away from her, his attention fixed on something across the room, effectively ending the close confrontation.He could practically see the smug look on Camila's face as she climbed up the stairs with an air of confidence that came out of nowhere.She had officially become the only woman who could balance the power imbalance; even Emily, this deranged sometimes, wouldn't dare cross him using methods like that.Deflecting intimidation.A few minutes later, Camila descended the stairs, her hair curled and cascading down her back, a short cocktail gown clinging to her curves in all the right places, heels high enough to
It has been exactly four weeks since Camila paid a visit to the Millers, and exactly four weeks since she'd given Diane and her mother a warning.But of course, it's clear they didn't take her words seriously.They never did. They never ever thought she would be capable of standing up for herself because she had been too weak all these years enduring all the abuse from her Aunt Julie.Julie had been Cole and Camila's guardian since the devastating car accident that claimed their parents' lives when they were eight.Their parents, pillars within the family, had placed their trust in Julie, entrusting her and her brother with the care of their children and their wealth, to be managed until the twins reached eighteen.Camila couldn't understand how her parents' death, so sudden and awful, could have felt like something they knew was coming.That thought had haunted her for years until she finally let it go.Upon their eighteenth birthday, Julie's manipulations began. She insisted they we
Camila's phone buzzed – Mr. Hernández's name flashed on the screen. Camila answered, a familiar knot tightening in her stomach. "Ms. Lopez," the lawyer said, his voice carrying bad news, "Lawson. He refused to sign the divorce papers." Camila's breath caught, but she kept her voice steady. "So, what do we do now?" "It complicates things," he explained simply. "Without his signature, we'll have to file a petition with the court to start the divorce ourselves. He'll have a deadline to respond, and depending on that and the court's schedule, it could take several months." "A trial?" The word felt heavy. She'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, that Lawson would cooperate. Now, it seemed like a long road ahead. "A trial is possible later," he confirmed. "But first, we file that petition. Please gather any financial records, the separation agreement, and any communication with him we haven't discussed. We need to prepare our case." "Alright. I'll get those documents to you soon.
Lawson stared at the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" in front of him. Cold papers. He scanned every font, but he wasn't reading a single word. Alive. Camila was alive. That's all that screamed in his head.And divorce? That was the first thing she thought of? After all this time?He knew he'd messed up before. Badly. Hurt her.But this... this felt like a punch after barely catching his breath.She was back. He'd imagined this moment a thousand times – tears, hugs, relief flooding him. Not this stark white paper. Not a lawyer's polite cough. Judgmental stares and annoying impatience.A lifetime of grief had lifted, replaced by a fragile, unbelievable joy. He didn't even get the chance to apologize, hold her, or even have a normal conversation.And now this. No time to even register she was safe. Just this demand. This ending. He shook his head slightly, a bitter laugh escaping him. It was almost cruel.The lawyer cleared his throat, bringing him back to reality."Mr. Miller, once you've reviewed
Antonio went wide.What? Was he surprised? Why?It's what he wanted, wasn't it?Camila kissed him harder, her fingers tangled in his hair.Antonio held her tight. His fingers dug into her waist. The kiss felt strong, too rough for a charade. His lips moved with hers. They breathed hard.This wasn't just acting. Camila felt something new. A hot feeling. A little scary, but it would go away the moment she pulled away. She was sure of that.His hand moved on her back. His scent filled her nose. The music went soft. Too soft for what it should have been. It felt just like them.Camila pulled back; her lips felt full. Her face was hot, her toes curling restlessly. Her heart pounded in her chest.Antonio's eyes were dark, his fingers still framing her chin.A quiet moment. They breathed fast, eyes locked.And then it snapped.Camila slid her fingers from his hair, shifted back a little, and flashed him a brief smile."Well," she said, her voice soft. "That was… something.""Something… good?
"Dress as sexy as yesterday. We are going to a party. I'll text you the address and time," Camila said, a sarcastic laugh in her voice."You do know I'm not a puppet you string, Antonio. If I'm going to be your girlfriend, you're going to give me an explanation. At least tell me where I'm going, whose party it is. So we won't have any problems."Antonio smirked, impressed. "What a threat." He intercepted a passing tray, snagging a glass of red wine and offering it to her. "Drink this and calm down. I like you better when you're not angry."Camila's eyes stayed on him for a moment. Without a word, she snatched the glass from his hand. "Yeah," she said, her voice cool, "it's definitely better for you when I'm calm."She gulped the drink all in one go.Antonio smiled at the sight and took the empty glass from her while offering his hand.Eyes narrowed. Jaw set. Charming like a gentleman."Wanna dance?" he asked.Camila laughed. To be honest, she was flattered. She had come here thinking
Antonio watched himself in the mirror, carefully fastening the buttons on his jacket. Simple and smooth, just as he liked the party to go. It’s Abuelo's birthday party orchestrated by the good daughter-in-law, Emily.So sweet, wasn't it? But he knew better. He knew the gears turning in her head while she planned this messed-up celebration. She always wanted to crawl back to him; well, today she'll know there's nothing to crawl back to anymore.He gave his reflection a little nod, liking what he saw. But then a familiar face appeared behind him in the mirror—Emily.Dark eyeliner, glossy lipstick, and a dress too daring for an old man's birthday. Cleavage on full display on her off-shoulder. She was a vision of calculated allure.Her arms circled his waist from behind. "Good afternoon or evening. Didn’t keep track of time," she whispered, her cheek soft against his back.Without a word, Antonio peeled her hands off; it was a struggle at first, but there’s an advantage to being a man.Sh