Share

Chapter six

Author: Author vee
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-19 07:24:51

CHAPTER SIX

Camellia felt her heart racing as Amy approached the door, unable to shake off her sense of discomfort.

Noticing her tension, Amy glanced over and offered her a reassuring smile.

As Amy reached the door, and opened it,she came face to face with an angry looking woman. “ when do you intend to repay me ? Do you plan on living in my house without paying for the rest of your life ?” The woman demanded angrily.

Ma’am Jane, I assure you that I will repay you soon” she responded with a calm demeanor.

Old Ma’am Jane’s expression turned into a tight scrowl, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Amy. “ Do I seem like I run a charity here? You need to settle your debt quickly, or I’ll have no choice but to kick you out,” she warned, giving one last piercing look at Amy before storming away.

With the door shut behind her, Amy exhaled In relief and returned to her seat next to Camellia, a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“Sorry you had to see that, she’s been on my neck for weeks now” Amy said with a serious expression.

Camellia’s face reflected a blend of concern and curiosity. “ How much do you owe her ?”

Amy hesitated before answering, “ Just a few months’ rent. I’ll repay her soon. You don’t need to worry about it,” she said offering a reassuring smile.

Camillia nodded silently, but her thoughts were far from calm. “ How is Amy going to cover the rent ? What will happen if she can’t pay on time?”

Fear gripped Camellia, as Amy’s home was her last hope. If Amy were evicted, she would have nowhere else to turn to,leaving with no option but to return to her family.

Noticing the anxiety on Camellia’s face, Amy said. “ you shouldn’t really dwell on it. I’ll settle it as soon as I get paid.” She smiled gently.

Gently resting her hand on Camellia’s shoulder, Amy inquired. “So?”

Understanding what Amy was implying, Camellia sighed deeply. “ That’s it. I was abandoned by my family and locked away without a proper investigation. For a crime I know nothing about” .

“I wasn’t even given the chance to prove my innocence, as I was wrongly accused, beaten, cursed, neglected and forced to eat whatever trash I was given, forced to sleep on the cold ground with rags on and in total darkness” Camellia was in so much tears when she finished talking, and Amy who was trying so hard to fight back the tears that threatened to spill down her own eyes, quickly engulfed her in a warm hug while giving her gentle pats on her back.

“It’s okay, it’s all over now” Army reassured her.

Camellia pulled away from the hug. her gaze fixed on Amy,fear clearly etched on her face.” That’s exactly what I thought when I was released_I thought I was free. that I could start anew and leave my past behind. but these people won’t let me; they’re still chasing me”. She said quickly, panic evident in her voice as she appeared utterly devastated.

“What? Why? Who are they?” Army asked. Various thoughts racing through her mind.

“I don’t know who they are, but…” Camellia hesitated as she grasped a small bag and tipped out its content.

Inside were numerous sheets of white paper and several files.

“What are these?” Army asked, staring blankly at the papers in disbelief.

Camelia remained silent as she bent down to pick up one of the papers, unfolded it and handed it to Amy,which read…..

“I’ll haunt you until you die…murderer”

“What the hell?!” Army gasped in shock.

Camellia continued to retrieve more papers,passing them to Amy, who was increasingly astonished.

“Who wrote all of this?” Army managed to ask, her hands trembling as she read the final note.

Freedom? you’ll never get it, welcome to the world where I’ll finally destroy you”

“I have no idea, I received them all from prison” Camellia responded.

“What do we do now?” Army asked. Her voice filled with worry and urgency.

“I met a mysterious man who urged me to uncover the truth” Camellia replied.

“ what truth?” Army questioned

“Honestly, I can’t say for sure. But I truly didn’t kill Eric and would never wish harm upon him. Even after he broke my heart, I can’t deny that he was a good person,” Camellia said in response.

“ I believe you, and I trust you. While I didn’t have a close relationship with Eric, I recognized he was a wonderful guy by the way he treated you and loved you. It still baffles me why he suddenly decided to break up,” Amy remarked.

“ I don’t know, and I really don’t care!” Camellia said,her anger evident in her eyes.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped the room as they both fell into their own thoughts. Amy struggled to process everything she had just learned, while Camellia was lost in reflection on Eric’s death.

At the smith’s mansion

Lucia sat beside her father in the living room, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

“Dad, you need to go see her. Please just bring her back home,” Lucia pleaded, gripping her father’s arm.

“ I asked her to return, but she refused. So, let’s leave her be for now,” her father replied.

“ We all need to go see her and ask for her forgiveness; we all let her down,” Lucia said, her tone turning serious.

“I don’t care!” Mr. Smith shouted, rising to his feet.

“Dad!” Lucia exclaimed in disbelief.

“You already asked Amy to go pick her up, so we don’t need to worry anymore. She’s safe now, and Amy won’t betray her like we did right?; “ Mr. Smith replied calmly before turning away from Lucia and walking towards his study.

Left alone in the living room, Lucia resumed her tears, muttering softly to herself.

I hate this, I hate all of you”

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App

Latest chapter

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 32

    “You what?” his father finally asked, voice low, stunned more than angry.“I said I want to be a police officer,” Williams repeated quietly, his eyes steady, his heartbeat anything but.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The rain kept falling, soft against the window.Mr. Wyatt leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You know…” he said, a weary smile ghosting across his face, “for years, that was all I wanted…. for you to wear that uniform. To follow the same path I did.”Williams blinked. “So… you’re not angry?”“Angry?” His father chuckled, but it sounded sad. “No, son. Just surprised. Because I remember the night you said you’d never be like me. You said music was your home, not the system.”Williams lowered his gaze. “Things changed.”“Changed, or someone changed them?” Mr. Wyatt asked gently.Williams didn’t answer.Mr. Wyatt stood and came around the desk, stopping beside him. “Listen, son… I know I pushed that dream on you for too long. But I meant it when I said I w

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 31

    The next day]The rain hadn’t stopped since morning.It fell in steady sheets, a rhythm he used to hum along to, a rhythm that once became songs. Now, it just sounded like everything he’d lost.Williams sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed.The room was dim. Dust clung to the corners. Posters of singers he had idolized stared down at him, silent witnesses to a boy who once believed music could fix the world.He remembered the first time he sang for someone who mattered. His mother had stood in the doorway, arms folded, that quiet smile that always made him feel alive.“You sound just like me,” she had said. “ I used to sing like that….from the heart…. But don’t worry son, I’m rooting hard for you. You’re going to become the biggest artist soon.”Her voice echoed in his memory now, soft and fragile, carrying a warmth that the world had slowly stolen away.He traced the edge of the desk absentmindedly. His guitar lay untouched in the corner, strings gathering dust

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 30

    Chapter 30That night, Camellia couldn’t sleep. She sat by the window, knees pulled to her chest, staring into the darkness.Something was wrong… she could feel it. Williams’ silence wasn’t just mood. It was distance.For a moment, she thought about calling him.Then decided against it. If he wanted to talk, he would.Her phone buzzed. A message from Liam:“Hey Cami… hope you got home safe… take care and see you tomorrow.”Camellia exhaled. “I need sleep,” she muttered.Williams stood outside his father’s study. The lights were still on, the door slightly open. He hesitated before stepping in.“Williams,” his father greeted, looking up from a stack of papers. “Still up?”“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes scanning the desk until they stopped on a stack of forms…. police academy applications but he couldn’t find that one file….Camellia’s file. “Not your kind of dream, huh?” Mr. Wyatt asked, a half smile on his face.Williams didn’t answer. He only stared.“Take one. Maybe you’ll need it someda

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 29

    The apartment was quiet when Williams got home.Too quiet.His father’s shoes weren’t by the door, his jacket wasn’t on the hanger. The faint hum of the fridge was the only thing that answered him.He stood there for a moment, the leather folder still in his hand….. the same one Cole had dropped earlier, heavy with names and secrets.He told himself to wait.To leave it alone.To respect boundaries.But curiosity was a disease….. and tonight, it itched under his skin.The name “Camellia” ringed a bell in his head.He sat on the edge of his bed, unbuckled the clasp, and flipped the folder open.The first thing he saw wasn’t a report.It was a face.Camellia’s passport photo stared back at him….. the same eyes, the same quiet defiance that had pulled him in since the first day they met.The world stilled.For a heartbeat, he couldn’t breathe.What the hell…? Her name was printed neatly beneath the picture: Camellia Smith. He flipped through the pages….. arrest records, missing files,

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 28

    The next few days passed like a quiet song… the kind that lingers long after it ends.Camellia laughed more now. Not much, but enough for Amy to notice.Enough for Williams to want to see it again.They met more often….. sometimes with Amy tagging along, sometimes not. It became a habit neither of them wanted to break. And her bond with Miss Clara grew stronger, too. Clara checked in often, sent her little messages, and sometimes pictures of her son, Liam.One evening, Williams found himself at the café where Camellia had asked him to meet her. The place was nearly empty…. just the soft hum of a refrigerator and a faint jazz tune spilling from an old speaker.Camellia sat near the window, her hair tucked loosely behind her ear. When she saw him, her face lit with that quiet surprise that always melted him.“You’re early,” she teased lightly.“I can’t keep you waiting,” he said, sliding into the chair across from her.She smiled faintly, shaking her head as she reached for her mug. “Yo

  • If not love, Whatelse?   CHAPTER 27

    Hours later, Williams pulled up at Camellia’s apartment.She had finally agreed to go to the café with him, and he was more than excited to spend time with her. Even though she didn’t say much, he was grateful she was gradually opening up to him…. no matter how little.Inside, Camellia was already dressed and waiting for Amy. She felt lighter today and decided to wear the blue dress Amy had bought her. Her hair was styled neatly. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection.It had been a long time since she looked this good.“I guess Miss Clara was right after all,” she murmured.“Amy, are you done?” she called.“Few minutes more, please,” Amy replied from the bathroom.“Come on…” Camellia sighed, sitting on the bed.A few minutes later, Amy stepped out….gorgeous as ever.“Wow,” Camellia breathed, “you look so good.”“Thanks, bae,” Amy said with a grin, and together they rushed out.Outside, Williams stood waiting, dressed simply in a white shirt and light denim jeans, sle

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status