MasukCamille's POV
I couldn't get the words twins out of my head. Even when the rooms was quiet again, even when the sounds of the machine keeps beeping, even when I closed my eyes to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. There was two lives, inside me.
I placed my hands on my stomach slowly, it felt the same as before, it was still flat and ordinary, yet everything about me had changed.
i wasn't just a broken, abandoned and humiliated women anymore. I was responsible for taking care of these kids. Tears slipped down from the corner of my eyes and soaked into the pillow. I didn't wipe them away. I was tired of pretending that I was strong.
Marcus didn't want me anymore but I know this kids are what he wants, but he will never know about them. I will make sure both him and Fiora never finds out. But I don't know how to do that.
The door opened softly, Adrian came in. I wiped my face quickly, but it was useless and I know Adrian could tell that I have been crying. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was no longer wearing his suit jacket, he wore his shirt and his sleeves were rolled up. He didn't look like a powerful man, he looked like someone who had also been awake all night.
"They runned other test and they confirmed it." He said quietly.I nodded, my throat felt so dry and I couldn't talk.
He sat down beside the bed but kept a respectful distance from me."They asked if I should inform your husband," he continued
"No." I said immediately with all my strength and the word came out sharp. My fear made it louder than I expected.
Adrian didn't look offended, he only nodded once. "I told them not to."
I exhaled slowly, like I had been holding my breath for hours.
"He cannot know," I said "Even Fiora shouldn't know about this pregnancy.""Do you want to tell him later?" Adrian asked carefully.
I shook my head. "Never."
He watched me for a moment. "You understand what this means.""I do," I said. "If they finds out, Marcus will come for them and not for me. Fiora will find a means to harm me and the babies."
The word them made everything real.
My voice broke. "I cannot protect myself, how am I supposed to protect two children?"
He was quiet for a long time.
"you don't have anyone," he finally said. It wasn't a question.
"I'm an orphan." I replied. "No parents, no relatives and no home." Saying it all out made it worse.
"When Marcus threw me out, I had no where to go." I said, tears slowly clouding my eyes.
"Everything will be fine," Adrain assured me."I need to hide this pregnancy," I said suddenly. The words came somewhere deep and sharp inside me. "I can't register it. I can't let my name appear anywhere."
"That's dangerous." He said.
"I know," I replied. "But being found is worse."
He studied my face. "This isn't fear talking. This is a decision."
"Yes." I replied him. "I have mede my decision."
He leaned back in his chair. "Then we do it properly."
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I will arrange a private doctor for you," he said. "Someone who doesn't report to Valmont systems, I will make sure he is so discreet and no information about the babies will be leaked out. Then this particular doctor that confirmed this pregnancy, I will warn him to keep this a secret."
My heart pounded. Flickers of hope beaming in my eyes. "Can you do all that?"
"Yes." He said calmly.
"And a place." I added quietly. "Somewhere no one will look."
"I will handle that too."
I stared at him, my disbelief was missed with relief. "Why are you helping me?"
He didn't answer right away.
"Because I know what it feels like," he said finally, "to realize that your marriage was only built on lies."
That was enough.
A nurse walked walked past the door and glanced inside. Immediately I got tended and I remembered we are still in the scandal and the rumors are still spreading.
"If we stay here any longer, the news will spread." I whispered.
Adrian followed my gaze and his expression hardened. "I will move you out of here before discharge papers go through the system," he said. "I will make sure we do that quietly."
Fear rised upon my spine again. "What if they are already watching?"
"Then they will see nothing and learn nothing." He replied. "I will make sure of that, do not worry."
I swallowed hard. I had trusted Marcus once, fully and blindly. Now I was trusting Adrian with my life and my children. That scared me more than the accident.
But when he stood up and adjusted the blanket around me carefully, like I was fragile and not broken, I felt something else too. I felt safe, just a little. Enough to survive the day.
I closed my eyes again, my hand still resting on my stomach. I will protect you, I promised silently, even if the whole world turns against me.
And somewhere deep inside I felt determined.
"Before we do anything successful, we have to do one important thing first." Adrian said after going through his phone for a while.
"what's that?" I asked, my head raised.
"You have to change your name first," he said. "So that everything will run smoothly and non of them will be able to trace you or harm you."
"I will go with Veronica Thompson." I said without thinking about it, or arguing.
If I was ready to change my life, it should start with my name first.
And yes I'm off for a new start.
Camille’s POV “Veronica Thompson.” I said my new name out slowly, as if my tongue needs to learn it. Adrian looked at me across the hospital room “You need to learn how to respond to it without hesitation.” “I know.” I nodded. Knowing something and feeling something is different, I know I need to respond to the name without hesitation but it will definitely take time for me to stay accustomed to the name. “This is temporary,” he said. “But for now, it’s the only way you stay invisible.” I didn’t argue with him, I have lost the strength to argue when I have lost everything. He handed me a thin folder which he had gone out to collect few minutes ago. Inside there was passport, visa, bank card and every other thing I needed to travel. All with my new name. This is how power works in Valmont. It didn’t take him 24hrs to get everything arranged. “You’ll leave tonight,” he said. “Everything you need is available. I don’t want you to stop or allow anything to delay y
Camille's POV I couldn't get the words twins out of my head. Even when the rooms was quiet again, even when the sounds of the machine keeps beeping, even when I closed my eyes to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. There was two lives, inside me.I placed my hands on my stomach slowly, it felt the same as before, it was still flat and ordinary, yet everything about me had changed.i wasn't just a broken, abandoned and humiliated women anymore. I was responsible for taking care of these kids. Tears slipped down from the corner of my eyes and soaked into the pillow. I didn't wipe them away. I was tired of pretending that I was strong. Marcus didn't want me anymore but I know this kids are what he wants, but he will never know about them. I will make sure both him and Fiora never finds out. But I don't know how to do that. The door opened softly, Adrian came in. I wiped my face quickly, but it was useless and I know Adrian could tell that I have been crying. He stepped ins
Camille’s POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. It was everywhere, not sharp but deep and heavy pain. Like my body had been pressed into the ground and forgotten there. My chest hurt when I breathed. My head felt too full, as if something inside it was swelling.I blinked slowly, I stared at the white ceiling, there was bright light in the room. A steady beeping sound. I was in the hospital. Panic rose in my chest immediately, I tried to sit up but my body refused to obey. My arms felt weak, trembling as if they didn’t belong to me.“Easy.” A familiar voice. Relief rushed through me before my mind could catch up. “Marcus,” I whispered, my throat dry, my voice barely there.The man beside the bed shifted. He leaned closer and my heart dropped. It wasn’t Marcus, it was Adrain. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I stared at him, waiting for his face to change, waiting for Marcus’s sharp eyes, his cold expression.But it stayed Adrain. Ta
Camille POVI stood just inside the doorway, my bag still hanging from my shoulder. The house that had once felt like mine now felt unfamiliar, like I had walked into someone else’s life by mistake.The man cleared his throat. “Mrs Hale, my name is Whitman. I represent Mr Hale.” I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed on Marcus.“You cheated on me,” I said. My voice sounded calm, even to my own ears. “I saw you with her. So tell me why am I the one being dragged through the dirt?”Marcus finally turned to face me.There was no guilt in his eyes. No shame, just distance.“You shouldn’t raise your voice,” he said. “This doesn’t need to be dramatic.” I laughed softly. “Dramatic? You were kissing another woman in public, Marcus. And somehow I’m the villain.”“What people believe,” he replied evenly, “depends on who is in control."The words landed like a slap.“So you let them call me a cheat,” I said. “You let them say I was having an affair with Adrian."“You were seen leaving with him,”
Camille's POVThe car moved the moment I shut the door.I sat stiffly in the passenger's seat, my hands folded in my laps, and I stared straight ahead. The city light blurred past the windows but I barely saw them. My mind was stuck at the party, at Marcus’s words, at Fiora’s voice, at the way everything I had believed collapsed in one night. Tears rolled down my eyes.Adrian handed me a wipe to clean my tears, he didn’t try to talk.That alone told me he understood.After a while, I realized we weren’t heading towards my house. I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be seen, not tonight.The car stopped in front of a quiet luxury hotel that was built away from the main roads. There was no flashing lights, no crowd, just glass doors and soft lighting.Adrian parked and stepped out first. He didn’t offer his hand. He didn’t hover, he simply just waited.Inside, he spoke to the receptionist in a low voice and booked a room, one room, under my name. He paid without hesitation and he gave m
Camille‘s POV I twisted my arm hard, ready to lash out, ready to scream. Then I saw his face. I froze. Adrian Steele. Fiora’s husband. He stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, clean and sharp, nothing like Marcus’s usual scent. His hands were still around my wrist, firm but careful, not possessive, like he was holding something fragile without meaning to break it.“You have no right,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. “Let go of me.”He released me immediately. “I know,” he said. “But you don’t want to do this. Not like this.”My laugh came out thin and broken. “Do what? Interrupt my husband while he’s kissing another woman?”Behind us, laughter drifted from the pavilion. Marcus’s voice wrapped itself around my chest and squeezed.I looked past Adrian, through the hedge, it was enough to see them.Marcus had Fiora pressed lightly against the stone railing now, her hand holding his jacket. Her head was leaned back, her mouth close to his ear. She looked calm







