Chapter 8

I stared at him, my eyes bloodshot with rage.

Grayson sighed when he saw me.

"Camille, stop making a scene, okay? This is the pack administration building. Everyone is watching. You don't really want to make this ugly, do you?"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow my anger.

"Fine. I won't make a scene. If you think Bianca needs those assets to survive in this pack, then I don't want them. Five factories, the investment, and the core technology project."

I counted them off on my fingers. "Give me six billion dollars instead."

The moment he heard the number, Grayson shot to his feet.

"Camille, you barged into my office and humiliated me in front of everyone, and I haven't even held that against you. Now you're demanding money from me?"

Bianca placed a hand on his chest and tried to calm him down.

"It's all right, it's all right. If Camille insists on getting that money back, I'll pay it."

She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears as her voice began to tremble.

"It's just that no matter how hard I work, I could never earn that much. I guess I'll have to sell myself and use my body to pay her back."

Minutes ago, she'd been throwing her weight around the registry office.

Now she was suddenly helpless and pitiful.

The hypocrisy made my stomach turn.

I said coldly, "Fine. You offered. Pay me back. I don't care how you get the money. Just give me what's mine!"

"Enough!"

Grayson slammed his hand on the desk and stepped between us.

"That's enough, Camille." His dark eyes were full of concern for Bianca and disgust for me.

"How did I never notice how vicious you are? Are you really trying to drive Bianca to her death?"

I clenched my teeth. "When you owe someone money, you pay it back. That's how the world works. If she was willing to take everything, she should've known she'd have to answer for it someday—"

A sharp slap cut me off. The sound cracked through the entire office.

Half my face instantly burned and swelled.

Before I could even recover, Grayson's furious voice hit me.

"Camille, I've spoiled you too much. You've forgotten when to keep your mouth shut.

"You signed that contract yourself. You willingly gave Bianca those assets. Now you've changed your mind and expect her to pay you back.

"You know perfectly well she has no money. If you keep pushing her, you're going to leave her with no choice but to die."

He pulled her into his arms and comforted her like she was something fragile and precious. Then he turned a wary look on me.

Bianca gripped his shirt and sobbed softly.

"I'm sorry, Grayson. This is all my fault. I'm the reason you two are falling apart. I know Camille has never liked me. I'll leave quietly.

"I'll find a way to pay her back. I'll sell my body. I'll sell my organs. Whatever it takes, I'll pay her back."

She pulled away from him and walked toward the door.

But when she reached me, she stopped.

Her voice dropped to a contemptuous whisper. "If you're leaving, then leave. You've already seen how this ends. Stick around any longer, and don't blame me for what comes next."

I gritted my teeth. "Aren't you afraid Grayson will find out what you really are?"

She gave a soft, smug laugh. "If you want to tell on me, go ahead. Let's see who he believes—you or me."

My heart sank. She was right.

Between Bianca and me, Grayson would always choose her.

And if our stories conflicted, hers was the one he'd believe.

Nothing I said would change that.