LOGIN"You keep pretending you don’t remember me,” he said quietly. I didn’t turn around. “You’re my stepson now.” A sharp laugh. “That’s not what you called me when your fingers were in my hair.” My breath shook. “That night meant nothing.” Then he leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek. “I shouldn't want you, you are married to my father, and somehow,” he murmured, “you're still the woman I can’t stop thinking about.” Camilla Moretti discovered the betrayal the worst way possible—secrets unraveled, lies laid bare. Her boyfriend had been sleeping with her best friend. She was pregnant. Broken and numb, Camilla vanished into the night and into the arms of a stranger whose name she never asked for, whose touch felt like an escape. By morning, her fate was sealed. She was married off to a powerful man nearly three times her age. Then the stranger walked into her new home as her stepson. With both of them jumping into conclusions they clash as enemies and they fought each other as fiercely as they wanted each other. Hatred became obsession, and obsession became a forbidden affair that would start a war neither of them could stop
View MoreCamilla My hands trembled as I stared at the note, the words blurring and sharpening in turns. I know what happened 8 years ago. The black rose in my other hand felt heavier than it should have, its petals soft and velvety against my fingertips. Someone had been in my room. Someone had been in my room while I was at that miserable memorial, while Vittorio was God knows where, while the house sat empty except for Ria and whoever had slipped past her. I turned the note over, searching for any other clue. The paper was expensive, cream-colored with a subtle watermark I couldn't quite make out in the dim light. No signature. No identifying marks. Just those eight words that threatened to unravel everything. My first instinct was to run straight to Vittorio's room and demand answers. To pound on his door until he opened it and explained what the hell was going on. But I stopped myself, my hand hovering over the doorknob. He had just told me to stay away. He had moved my things back t
CamillaMy mouth fell open. I spluttered, certain I had misheard her. "What?!""Sex," Luna repeated, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I need you to teach me how to....""I heard you the first time!" I cut her off, glancing frantically around the bathroom as if someone might have overheard this absurd conversation. "I just... why would you ask me that?"Luna's hands twisted together nervously. "Because you're the only one who's been kind to me. And you clearly know things. You saw how they were all laughing at me..""That's not a reason to ask a stranger to teach you about..." I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper, "..about sex."She looked down at her feet, shame radiating from her hunched shoulders. "I'm married to the second son of the Ricci family. Alessandro. He's... he's gentle with me. Kind, even. But he doesn't touch me." Her voice cracked. "Not like a husband should. He sleeps in a separate room. He flinches when I try to hold his hand."I felt my irritation soften despi
Camilla By the time morning came, I had barely slept. I had spent most of the night, turning in my bed unable to think of anything apart from Lucas.Vittorio had woken up at dawn, pressing a kiss to my forehead before heading off to deal with whatever business awaited him. I didn't intend to see Lucas, so when Martha had come with a letter from Elena about Cassio's memorial I had been so glad for an excuse to leave the house. I grabbed the gift I had prepared for her and told Elijah to drive me to her house.The memorial was already underway when I arrived. Elena stood at the center of the room, draped in black silk, her face covered by a heavy veil. To the outside world, she was a grieving widow, weeping for her lost husband. To me, she was a woman who had finally been set free.I made my way through the crowd, offering murmured condolences to the assembled guests. I was sure that most of the people here were not actually grieving Cassio. I heard the words if some women gathered in
CamillaI told myself I was only going to tell him to stop. That was the lie I rehearsed in my head as I climbed the stairs to Lucas's wing of the villa, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. Stop touching me. Stop kissing me. Stop looking at me like you can see every dark, shameful thought I've ever had.But the truth, the truth I refused to acknowledge even as my feet carried me down the dimly lit corridor, was far more damning. I was worried. The image of him bleeding and in pain, had lodged itself somewhere deep in my chest. I hadn't been able to sleep. Vittorio had finally drifted off in his couch bed. He had judiciously stayed there for a week and I had stopped worrying about how he was going to climb into the bed and take advantage of me. Lucas's door was slightly ajar. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the wood. Just tell him to stop. That's all. In and out. Nothing more.I pushed the door open.Lucas stood with his back to me, shirtless
Camilla Lucas climbed into the driver's seat without another word.The door shut behind him, and just like that, the moment between us dissolved like it had never happened. Like he hadn't just been inches from my face with his breath on my lips and his hand pressed against the window behind my he
VittorioI was two minutes behind my schedule all because of someone who seemed to mistake my patience for weakness. Now, I was seated in the back of a black SUV, with my phone pressed against my ear."You got the money?" Bella's voice came through the speaker, rudely. The voice of a woman who kn
Camilla The dining hall was too big for just three people.Mrs. Leo had woken me up this morning to tell me that breakfast was ready. After the initial shock of what had happened last night, I had been so relieved that I slept well. But as I walked in now, I remembered the way Vittorio had pointed
Camilla Thursday, September 4, 2025. I was going to be a bride who had just given 22 hours and 44 minutes to prepare for her wedding and who knew the groom 22 hours 36 minutes to the wedding through the internet. Not to mention he was twice my age. My mother stormed into my room around 5 am to ge
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