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CHAPTER TWELVE
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2025-07-25 04:59:06
Author vee I know I left this story hanging for a while, and I’m truly sorry for the sudden silence. Life got in the way, but not a day passed without thinking about Camellia,Williams and my dear readers. But, guess what? We are back on track now and I promise the story gets deeper from here. With love Author Vee. What do you think about this chapter? I want to hear from y’all. Atleast, let me know if you guys are still interested in this book.
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If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER TWELVE
The bus stopped at Brighton Park Station, and Amy practically bounced off the steps in excitement. Camellia remained rooted in her seat, staring out the window in deep thought.“Cami?” Amy called from outside, but Camellia stayed put, anxiety locking her in place.The journey had been quiet and boring for her. Her mind, clouded with doubt, pounding on one question, Is this the right choice? Deep down, she knew the past she was running from would catch up with her—maybe not now, but soon.After a few seconds of silence, Amy climbed back into the bus and grabbed her hand. “Come on, Cami. We’re here already. I promise—they won’t find us here.”As they stepped off the bus and the warm city air brushed her face, Camellia nodded, eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings.“It’s busy,” she muttered, clutching her bag tighter as they weaved through the crowd. The city felt different—larger, louder, alive.The station was packed, voices clashing from every direction as they tried to push
If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ELEVENThey weren't just watching, they were inside.They both stood outside, and a deafening silence enveloped the air.Amy reached out to Camellia's hand in panic, squeezing it tightly as her wide, terrified eyes lingered on the bold black message written on the wall.Camellia's facial expression remained neutral, showing no signs of fear or comfort, just her gaze on the wall. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing like a war drum.Slowly, Camellia began approaching the door, scanning the shadowy corners of the apartment, suspicion laced in her eyes.“Amy…” she whispered, her voice barely heard through the palpable tension. “ I think someone is still here”.Amy nodded slowly, a cold dread settling in her stomach. “ The door was locked when we left right?”“Yes…I locked it myself” Camellia replied as you got hold of the door, ready to swing it open.“Cami..we can just run, we don't need to go inside,” Amy said worriedly.“No! My documents and letters are still In
If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER 10
The weighty accusation from Mrs. Caddel lingered ominously in the atmosphere, reflecting the harsh reality of Camellia’s current situation. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest as if it might explode.“Mrs. Caddel?” Camellia murmured, her voice barely audible. The name was a painful reminder she had desperately tried to erase from her life.The woman in black emerged from the limousine, moving stiffly, each step a poignant reminder of her sorrow. Her dark eyes held a harsh intensity as she locked her gaze on Camellia. Once vibrant and full of life, the woman’s features were now marked by deep grief, transforming her into a figure of bitterness.“Yes… you monster,” Mrs. Caddel spat, her voice low and filled with venom. “You took my son from me; you took my only child and shattered my family.”Amy quickly intervened, positioning herself between Camellia and the furious woman. “Mrs. Caddel, please. This is neither the time nor the place for this, and besides, Camellia has already serve
If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER NINE
The words of the enigmatic man lingered in the atmosphere, causing Camellia’s heart to pound violently against her chest in response to the unexpected and unsettling revelation. “You… know him?” she managed to whisper, her voice fragile like ice on a frozen pond.The man, dressed in a dark suit, remained completely motionless, his dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He simply nodded slowly and deliberately. “Yes, I know Eric Caddel.”Amy, still positioned protectively in front of her friend, stepped closer, her body taut with tension. “That’s not an answer! Who are you? How did you know Eric? And why are you here now?” Each question escalated in volume, tinged with a mix of fear and anger.Ignoring Amy’s question, he casted his gaze fully to Camellia.” Camellia, I’ve been searching for you ever since you left the hospital…”“Why?” Camellia trembled with apprehension.“Because I want to help you uncover the truth. As someone who had a close relationship with Eric, I’m aware he wouldn’t
If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER EIGHT
“Who are you?” Williams’ voice emerged again, this time more assertive.At that moment, the flickering lights stabilized and brightened.As he fixed his gaze on the figure before him, Williams couldn't help but wonder who it could be, his stare intense and focused.“Well, well, if it isn't the ‘demi-god’ himself,” a harsh and mocking voice sneered.Ethan, who had remained silent up until now, quickly stepped forward to protect Williams. “What do you want from us?” he demanded.The tall figure, wearing a perpetually bored expression, said nothing as he revealed his face with a smirk.“Dan?” the two friends exclaimed in disbelief.“Low peeps,” he responded, still smirking.Dan is the leader of the "Beat Tones," a rival band infamous for their jealousy towards Williams.“Dan,” Williams said firmly, “what do you want?”With that smirk still in place, Dan took a step closer. “Just here for the show, Will, and I’m disappointed it turned out to be such a waste of time. Guess you guys only kno
If not love, Whatelse? CHAPTER SEVEN
**CHAPTER SEVEN**Lucia remained in the living room, sobbing uncontrollably, her tears streaming down her face—a manifestation of her father's apathy and the deep sorrow she felt from Camellia's absence.Meanwhile, in his study on the second floor, Mr. Smith approached his reading desk, his eyes falling upon a photo frame resting there. With Smiling faces within: himself, his wife, a young vibrant Camellia, and a cherubic Lucia. He picked it up, his gaze lingered on Camellia as his hand unconsciously brushed over her image, a flicker of something unreadable _regret? Longing?_ as his mind drifted into a blank space. A sigh left his lips, a sound heavy with unspoken emotion.He placed the picture back on the desk and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him as he made his way his bedroom.Upon entering the bedroom, He found his wife lying flat and pale on the bed. He cautiously approached her, studying her face intently and releasing a sigh.Her face was a disarray; remna
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