ログインDominic A week had passed since my encounter with Camille. A week of trying to investigate everything, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was getting frustrated. There were no leads, and apparently, no news about the poison. I had the option of actually questioning Camille and forcing her
Third Person. It was the fourth day after Neria's departure. Kael sat in the living room, and the visibly sad Olivia lay in his arms, while Nathan sat on the other end of the table. On the table, the breakfast was untouched; clearly, no one was making an attempt. "She is usually quiet, but wit
Dominic. "The poison was supposed to mimic cancer." I was just about to leave when a voice drifted into my ears, and I froze in place, particularly because of the chill in her tone. Camille and I grew up together, and in all those years, I had only seen a gentle side to her. She could be whiny
Dominic. "Weren't you two supposed to divorce?" Camille voice trembled as she asked, tears glistening on the surface of her eyes. Yes! The two of us were supposed to divorce! A stupid divorce that I didn't want to hear about! "Have you forgotten what she did to you? " She asked, her voice carr
Dominic I had just finished talking to my assistant over the phone, ready to go back to my car when my phone vibrated with yet another call, and my face darkened as I looked at the caller ID. It was Camille. From the day I found out about Lila's death, I had been avoiding her. I guess it was tim
Dominic "Let her go!" I was about to run after her, to try to stop her, when a hand held me, and I paused midway in my steps. The grip wasn't rough or forceful. It was just a gentle hold, but surprisingly, stilling. I saw her boarding, and I felt as if a part of my heart had been ripped away.







