Chapter 7

Camile's POV

I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to go to sleep no matter how hard I tried. 

It wasn't just because I felt uncomfortable in a new place; it was also because I was badly shaken up by what Vance had told me. 

Trevor did not just betray me and get someone else pregnant, he also tried to take my life. 

Why? Was it because he felt that I was a stain on his life this whole time? 

Everything that I had done for the pack for ten years, had it all been for waste? 

Did his feelings for me change along the line in these five years or did he never love me the way I thought he did? 

I had so many questions I had no way of getting the answers to. 

And Vance ...he had offered to help me get revenge, but could I even trust his words? 

If I could not trust the man I had been with for ten years, was there really someone else that I could trust? 

Sitting up on the bed, I shook my head. 

I could not take chances like that. Vance....was not a man I should put my trust in. 

Besides, the things he put me through a few years ago….

I shuddered just thinking about it. The trauma was still clear in my mind, and it was simply impossible to put my trust in him!

Figuring out where I should go from here should be the top priority on my mind. 

Because I was having a hard time sleeping, I decided to step outside of the bedroom for some fresh hair. 

....

Taking a walk around the large castle made me feel as if I had stepped into some dystopian world. 

Everything was just....different.  The decorations  made it seem like it was a castle from a fairytale. 

Regal, and intimidating. 

There was also something captivating about it, I could not place a finger on it at all. 

I walked past a room that was shut, and for some reason, I felt pulled to it. 

Pushing the door open slightly, I looked inside to make sure that there was no in before I walked in. 

After confirming that there was no one inside, I stepped into the room. 

Various paintings were hanging on the wall, but only one caught my attention. 

It was the biggest painting and it was a portrait of.......me. 

More specifically, it was a portrait of me from a few years ago. 

I stared at it, mouth wide open, wondering what a portrait of me was doing in Vance's castle. 

It was obvious that it was painted by hand. 

As I stared at the painting, some memories that felt foreign and familiar at the same time flashed past my mind. 

An image of me, sitting in a dark and wet room, pleading to be let go....

A familiar voice, staring down at me with a cold and calculated smile on his face. 

The confusion was driving me crazy ...what was the meaning of these memories? 

If it was something I had been through before, why did I not remember anything about it? 

I looked up at the portrait of me again, and a sharp pain sliced through me. 

The pain felt like a reminder of something that I had gone through in the past. 

I took a few steps back, unwilling to remain in this room anymore. 

Whatever it was that had happened in the past....it was obviously a traumatic experience, and recalling it would surely turn my life upside down. 

Did I really want to remember something like that.? 

I shook my head once and dashed out of the room. 

As I stepped out, panting heavily and trying to catch my breath, I ran into someone. 

The maid looked at me, eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. 

"Ma'am....what are you...." She let her words trial off, but I knew what she was trying to ask me. 

"Where are your training grounds?" I asked, ignoring the obvious questioning glare on her face. 

She blinked her eyes confused, "what?"

"I asked a question, where are the training grounds?" I repeated, my words even snappier now. 

She pointed towards the west part of the castle. 

"You are almost there....you just need to take a left then when you get to the end of that hallway. You are....." 

I didn't wait to hear whatever the maid had left to say. 

I made my way to the training grounds. 

Desperately needing to work through the negative feelings I had, I felt like punching it away was the only way I could deal with it! 

A few hours later, I lay panting on the ground. Training did help me focus, but I realised that as soon as I was done, I was back to thinking about everything. 

Damn, I had to find a way to get out of this place as soon as possible, or else I was going to lose my mind! 

......

Sitting next to Vance at the large dining room, I tried my best to focus on the food instead of his ridiculously handsome face. 

I didn't want to be here, having breakfast with him first thing in the morning, but I also knew that I could not continue to avoid him. 

Since I was already here, I had to push  through it. 

"What did you do last night?" Vance spoke up, breaking up the comfortable silence between us. 

I hated that he could not just let me have the meal in peace. 

"I don't think I have to tell you everything that I get up to, Vance," I said, without looking up. 

For some reason, he made me feel like I would break if I dared to look into his eyes. 

"Well, you are at my house, so even though you don't like it, I have a right to know everything that you're getting up to!"

This time, I could not ignore the fierceness in his voice. 

I was forced to look up at him. 

But it was only for a split second before I looked away once again. 

"If you're asking like this ....it means that you already know right?”