LOGINCamille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table. Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked. Except Adrien knows her. She is the ex-wife of his best friend. The woman he was never allowed to look at twice. He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him. But fate is cruel. Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run. Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks. He does not touch patients. He does not betray friends. He does not want what does not belong to him. Camille is all three. Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen. And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his. Some love stories are written in stars. Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.
View MoreCHAPTER FIFTY-SIXAdrien's POVI stood in the bathroom with my forehead pressed against the closed door, breathing like I'd just run a marathon.What the hell had I almost done?My hands were shaking. They were actually shaking. I, who performed delicate cardiac surgeries with rock-steady precision, couldn't stop my hands from trembling.All because I'd been thirty seconds away from kissing her.From closing that final distance, backing her harder against those bookshelves, and finding out exactly how she tasted. From running my hands through that dark hair and hearing my name in her voice while I did things that were so far beyond inappropriate I couldn't even categorize them.I'd been standing there in nothing but a towel, still wet from the shower, telling my employee that her lips looked good?.Christ!I pushed away from the door and gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror.My pupils were dilated. My jaw tight. Every muscle in my body still coiled with
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVECamille's POV I forgot how to breathe when Adrien stepped out wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips.Water glistened on his bare chest, droplets tracking down defined muscles I had no business noticing. His dark hair was wet, pushed back from his face, making his bone structure even sharper and more devastating. His skin was still damp, catching the morning light in a way that made my mouth go dry.I'd seen him in his white coat. But this. This was something else entirely.This was the man beneath all those professional layers. Raw and utterly, devastatingly masculine."Noe!" His voice carried that edge of parental exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the light switches in my bathroom? If you spoil them again, I will...."He stopped mid-sentence.We eyes locked.For three seconds, neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. Then reality crashed back in."I'm sorry!" The words burst out of me in a rush. "I'm so sorry,
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURThe lock clicked from the outside."Noe?" I rushed to the door, trying the handle. It was locked, completely locked. "Noe! Open this door right now!"His muffled laughter came from the other side. "Sorry, Camille! But I really wanted all the pastries! I'll let you out after I finish eating!""Noe! This isn't funny! Open the door!""Can't hear you! Eating pastries! It's so so good!"Then his footsteps retreated down the hallway, leaving me alone in the dark room.I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened.A seven-year-old had just locked me in a room in my employer's private wing over chocolate pastries.This was fine. Everything was fine.Except I couldn't see anything, and I had no idea where I was or how to get out.I felt along the wall next to the door, searching for a light switch. My fingers found the smooth panel, traced upward until I felt the familiar shape of a switch.I flipped it.Nothing happened.I flipped it again and again. Up and
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREECamille's POVMorning light filtered softly through my bedroom curtains, warm and sweet in that way that only weekend mornings possessed.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen.Saturday. 6:47 AM.My first weekend in the penthouse. My first full week as Noe's nanny successfully completed without major disasters and mercifully, still no encounter with Adrien beyond that devastating moment in the hospital hallway three days ago. I fell asleep yesterday, I really hope Adrien wouldn't be mad at me for going to bed first without his son.He'd been working late every night, apparently, coming home long after Noe was asleep, leaving early in the mornings before either of us woke up. Not sure if he was home. Margot had mentioned something about a complicated surgery schedule, but I suspected Adrien was also just that dedicated to his work.Or avoiding me. Though he had no reason to avoid me since he didn't know I was his employee. Yet.The inevit












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