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Chapter 12: One More Mistake
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2026-11-04 18:33:44
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Camilla.The phone was still pressed to my ear when Damien’s voice cut off. For several long seconds I stayed frozen on Maya’s couch, the words echoing inside my skull. In my head I had already moved, grabbed my bag, ordered a car and walked into the boardroom without waiting for permission. The fantasy was so vivid that my pulse had already climbed and my mouth had gone dry then the real room returned. Maya’s vanilla candle still burned on the side table. The half-empty coffee mug sat exactly where I had left it. My bare feet were still on the rug, I had not moved, I had not left the apartment. The entire confrontation had lived only inside my head, I had never found the courage to stand up and make it real.I lowered the phone and the screen went dark in my hand.A car horn sounded outside jolting me out of thoughts in a flash.Maya looked up from the other end of the couch, eyebrows raised. “Are you expecting a visitor?”“No.” I said.We both rose and crossed to the window. Th
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CamillaThe printed sheet on Damien’s desk looked ordinary until the words resolved into meaning. My name sat beside his in bold type. The phrase secret lover turned everything that had happened between us into something cheap and furtive, a transaction conducted in shadows. My stomach tightened until the air in the office felt thinner.Damien’s assistant stood waiting, tablet still in hand, expression carefully neutral. She expected him to speak first but I did not give her the chance.“No statement from this company will describe me as a woman who seduced her fiancé’s father,” I said. “If you issue anything that frames it that way, I will correct it myself.”Damien looked at me for a long second then he turned to the assistant. “Give us the room.”She left without argument. The door closed with a soft click that felt louder than it should have.Damien remained on his side of the desk. “What do you want to do?”The question surprised me. I had expected him to decide, to manage, to c
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Married to My Fiance's Father Chapter 12: One More Mistake
CamillaNEXT DAYThe car sat on the shoulder twenty minutes outside the city, engine still ticking. Sparse lights threw broken shadows across the road.Damien’s hands stayed on the wheel. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that night,” he said, voice low and rough. “Not once, not the way you looked when you came on my tongue. I’ve tried but I can’t.”I turned in the seat and looked at him. Everything he’d done since the charity dinner—the distance, the cold denial in his dining room, the warning on the terrace—cracked open under those words.I leaned across the console and kissed him before I could change my mind.He answered like he’d been waiting for it. One hand in my hair, the other gripping the back of my neck, pulling me in until the gearshift dug into my hip. I fisted the front of his shirt and held on.When we broke apart we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine for a second.“Do you understand what you’re doing?” He asked, eyebrows raising.“I’m tired of p
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Camilla.The elevator doors closed with a soft hydraulic sigh, sealing us inside the mirrored box that smelled faintly of polished steel and Damien’s cologne. Julian stood beside me, phone already in hand, jaw tight. I watched our reflections multiply—his restless shifting, my own still posture, the faint mark on my wrist where the office visitor badge had pressed too hard.Damien’s apology still echoed somewhere behind my ribs. He had said it in the glass-walled conference room after Julian stormed out, voice low enough that only I could hear. “I should not have spoken to you that way in front of him.” The words had been precise, almost formal, as if regret itself required board approval. They had done nothing to erase the memory of his mouth on mine in that hotel room, or the way he had looked at me across his own dining table and claimed we had never met. The apology sat between us like a receipt neither of us wanted to keep.Julian exhaled hard. “He won’t even discuss the promotio
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