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Chapter 30

Author: Margaret Mark
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-28 21:17:31

The Answer

The ring box sat on Camille Hart’s palm, small but impossibly heavy.

It was a simple black velvet square—nothing ostentatious, nothing loud. Just a box. And yet, it felt like the weight of a lifetime. Maybe two.

She sat on the balcony of her seaside cottage, legs folded beneath her, morning wind teasing her hair. Below, the waves whispered secrets to the shore, as if the ocean itself knew what she held in her hand. The sky was beginning to warm, lavender fading into soft gold as dawn crawled higher over the horizon. Somewhere behind her, birds began their morning chatter, and the sleepy hush of the world slowly gave way to another day.

But Camille didn’t move.

She stared at the box as though it might open itself, as though the truth it carried might leap out and answer all the questions she hadn’t asked—not out loud, anyway.

She didn’t open it. She didn’t need to.

It wasn’t about the ring. Not really. Not the diamond nestled inside it, nor the symbol it represented. It wasn
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  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 38

    Chains ReforgedThe moment the two men in black suits stepped inside, Camille’s pulse quickened. Their presence filled the room with a cold, heavy weight that settled over her shoulders like iron shackles. Julian didn’t even look at her for permission—he just issued orders, his voice clipped and final.“These are your guards. From today, you don’t move without them.”Camille’s lips parted, but no words came out. She watched the men exchange curt nods before retreating to the hallway, their silence even more menacing than words could have been. They weren’t there for comfort, not even for show. They were watchers.“Julian, this is too much,” she said, her voice shaking. “I don’t need guards. I don’t need to be shadowed like a prisoner.”He poured himself a drink, his hands steady now, as though dictating her every step restored the control he had lost in the boardroom. “This isn’t a prison, Camille. This is protection. You’re too valuable to me to risk losing.”She felt her chest tight

  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 37

    The Business WarJulian had always been the man in control—the kind of CEO whose decisions could shift the market overnight. But this time, the storm wasn’t his to command. The rival company’s attack was vicious, calculated, and relentless. Headlines screamed betrayal. Stocks dipped. And the vultures of the business world circled like they had smelled blood.Camille watched him pace the length of the office, his phone glued to his ear as one call blurred into another. His jaw was set, his voice sharp, each order clipped with the kind of rage only fear could birth. She had seen him angry before, seen him break deals with the snap of a pen, but this was different. He was unraveling, thread by thread.“Pull the board members into an emergency meeting. I want loyalty tested. Anyone wavering—we cut them loose. No hesitation,” Julian barked, slamming the phone shut before snatching up another.Camille tightened her arms around herself, the silence of the room buzzing with unspoken tension.

  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 36

    Secrets in BloodThe steel door still vibrated with the echo of Elara’s laughter long after Julian slammed it shut. Camille pressed her back against the wall, her chest heaving, her mind spiraling.You’re next.The words clung to her skin like a brand.Julian’s hand was still wrapped around her wrist, firm, insistent, as if afraid she might vanish. His eyes bore into hers, unblinking. “Don’t let her get into your head,” he said, his tone sharp, commanding. “She’s unstable. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”Camille swallowed hard, her throat dry as sand. “Then why is she here? Why didn’t you—why didn’t you tell me?”Julian’s jaw flexed. He let go of her wrist, pacing like a caged animal. “Because you weren’t ready to know. Because she’s dangerous. Because if word ever got out that she’s alive, it would destroy everything.”Destroy everything.The phrase rang ominous in Camille’s mind. Destroy what? His reputation? His empire? Or her trust in him?She turned her gaze to the steel doo

  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 35

    The PrisonerThe drive was silent, thick with a tension that pressed on Camille’s chest like a stone. Julian’s hands gripped the steering wheel with such force that the leather creaked under his fingers. She kept sneaking glances at him, but his expression was carved in stone—jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes locked on the dark stretch of road ahead.Camille wanted to ask where they were going. She wanted to demand answers. But something in the way Julian looked—haunted, ruthless, like a man carrying a secret too heavy to speak—told her to wait.The SUV cut through a forgotten part of the city, where broken streetlamps flickered weakly over cracked sidewalks and hollow buildings. Finally, Julian slowed, pulling into a secluded driveway shrouded by towering trees. Ahead stood an unassuming cabin, its windows dark, its exterior weather-worn. It looked abandoned—until the faintest glow of light pulsed from within, like a hidden heartbeat.“Julian,” Camille whispered, her voi

  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 34

    The Media CircusThe morning sun filtered weakly through the curtains, but its warmth never reached Camille. She sat on the edge of the bed in Julian’s penthouse, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.Her inbox was flooded. Hundreds of emails, dozens of missed calls, relentless notifications from every social platform she was on. The subject lines were brutal:“The Gold-Digger Designer?”“Julian Blackwood’s New Mistress Exposed.”“Camille Duval: Sleeping Her Way to the Top?”Her breath caught in her throat as she scrolled through the articles. They weren’t just stories—they were calculated assaults. Pictures of her with Julian, some taken discreetly during private dinners, others of them stepping into his car, her laughing in his arms, his hand on her waist. They looked intimate, incriminating, scandalous.The captions tore into her character: “Up-and-coming designer Camille Duval secures billionaire’s backing in more ways than one.” “Is this why she’s been landing

  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 33

    The SonCamille stood by the window of Julian’s penthouse, watching the city lights sprawl endlessly across the night. The skyline glittered like diamonds scattered over black velvet, but it brought her no comfort. Her chest was tight, her breath shallow, her mind reeling with words she wished she hadn’t heard.Julian might have a son… with his ex-wife.The rumor had fallen on her like a blade. It wasn’t even whispered in a bar or muttered in gossiping circles—no, it came from an offhand remark she had overheard from one of Julian’s board members earlier that afternoon. A careless mention, wrapped in sarcasm and envy.“Funny, isn’t it? The great Julian Blackwood playing family man in the shadows while parading around with his new woman…”Camille had laughed it off at the time, pretending not to understand, pretending not to care. But the laughter felt hollow even as it left her lips. Now, standing alone in his apartment, she could barely hold herself together.Julian had been everythi

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