Chapter 4: Ultimate Betrayal

CAMILLA

No, no, I must be imagining things. Desmond is with Nana. He had sent a picture of them together this morning. How could it be possible?

“What tricks are you playing with me, Mr. Castillo?” I said, my voice trembling as I strongly hoped he must be toying with me.

He chuckled. Then he slowly pushed the door open just enough to create a narrow opening. He gestured for me to look.

Without hesitation, I stepped closer and peered through the gap. And my entire world shattered into a thousand pieces.

It was Desmond. Oh my goodness, it was Desmond, and beneath him was my best friend. He was riding my best friend, her two legs hugged around his neck as he slammed into her roughly.

Her moans filled the air like a whore. My blood burned in fury as I tried to barge inside, but a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I gasped as I tried to protest.

“Relax, Counselor Flores,” he whispered near my ear. “There’s more you don’t know.”

I froze.

My heart sank as my fist tightened. We stood outside the door, watching from the slight opening. I couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down my cheeks continuously. I want to stop them; at the same time, I want to punish them.

“And Camilla? Is she done? Do you think she will get the picture of her and your husband?” Desmond said, breathless, as he pounded into Lyra.

My entire body went still. He knew. Desmond knew. A bitter, quiet chuckle escaped as I shook my head at how stupid I had been. Of course he will. If they were like this, that means he knew everything.

“Don’t worry, the moment she hung up on you, I knew she was at it already,” Lyra said sluttily.

More tears slipping down my cheeks.

“What the heck? You called her with my phone. What if she had picked up and saw you? Everything will be ruined,” Desmond yelled but didn't slow down.

“I know she won’t pick up. I told you she’s just an intelligent lawyer,” Lyra replied with a mocking laugh. “But she’s still stupid and naive. That’s why she never figured out what we’ve been doing for seven years.”

My eyes widened in shock. Seven years. She had been with my boyfriend for seven years?

“You are a bad baby boy, you know. She’s saving up for your wedding and had been keeping her virginity for you, but look at you, buried inside her best friend,” Lyra teased.

“I don’t like boring girls that care too much. I love a bad bitch with dark desire,” Desmond growled, and she burst into laughter.

I clutched my chest as more tears slipped down. Oh my goodness, these two are heartless. My heart aches so much as I try to burst into tears, but Sebastian instantly clapped his hand over my mouth.

“He doesn’t deserve you. None of them do. Instead of ruining their plans, let’s play their game in the most interesting way,” Sebastian murmured into my ears, making my entire body shiver.

What’s this feeling?

“What’s your plan with our Camilla?” Lyra asked suddenly.

They both stayed silent. Only their sound of bodies slamming into each other and their moans filled the air.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to run so far and cry my eyes out, but I want to know the plan they had for me.

“Once she gets you the settlement, she’ll still marry me. She always fixes everything for me, while you drive me crazy with your wildness,” Desmond added cockily. “And I hate seeing her cry. She loves me so much she can’t do without me, and that wedding is her dream come true.” Lyra burst into laughter.

My heart sank. That had been the plan? This wasn’t an affair.

It was a calculated betrayal. They had planned my humiliation, my wedding, and my future. Everything was all a lie.

“Jeez, Desmond, you are so bad,” she moaned.

I shut my eyes as I stepped away from the door, heading toward the stairs, but my trembling knees suddenly gave out.

I dropped to the floor, clutching my chest as silent sobs tore through me.

My goodness, it hurt. It hurt more deeply than I could have imagined.

These were the people I had treated like family. The people I had spent years protecting. The people I had been afraid to betray. Yet they had been treating me like a fool for seven years.

I had always been proud of one thing. I could keep a man.

I believed that if I gave Desmond enough love, loyalty, and financial support, he would eventually value me.

But now I understood. He hadn’t been staying because he valued me.

He had been staying because I was useful—a source of money, a convenient solution, and a woman who could fix his problems.

“Counselor Flores,” Sebastian’s voice cut in.

I stared at him through tear-filled eyes, completely devastated.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black handkerchief. He held it out to me.

I sobbed as I took it, wiping my tears.

Then he stepped closer. Before I could protest, he bent down and lifted me into his arms.

My heart jumped. “W…what are you doing?”

“You don’t want them to come out and see you here, do you?” he asked softly.

I swallowed hard. I had no strength left to argue. I allowed him to carry me back toward his suite, my vision blurred by tears.

He opened the door to his private suite and stepped inside.

The moment we entered, he set me down, letting me stand on my feet.

He returned to the sofa and settled into it, his expression once again unreadable.

So he had known. He had known for an entire year. And yet he had still allowed Lyra to spend his money.

“You were going to help my wife take half of everything I built,” he said calmly, his fingers tapping against the armrest. “I was prepared to make sure she left with nothing.”

His gaze locked with mine as a small smile flashed on his. “Now we both know who the real players are.”

I sniffed, then I took a slow breath.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Castillo?”

He leaned forward, clasping his hands together.

“Simple, Counselor Flores. You’re going to keep your position as my wife’s lawyer. She needs to believe you’re on her side.”

He paused, leaning back. “And those pictures she wants?” A faint smile appeared on his face. “We’ll give them to her.”

My chest tightened as something inside me shifted. A part of me I had never known existed slowly awakened.

The part that wanted revenge. I would make them pay. I would do it my way. But still I can’t help the curiosity burning through me about his own plans and how they will turn out.

I wiped my eyes with his handkerchief still clutched in my hand.

Then took a few steps closer.

A cold smile slowly spread across my face.

“Fine, Mr. Castillo,” I said softly as I held his gaze. “Let’s play their game.”

He nodded in approval. “And your fiancé too. You will have to keep playing the perfect bride card,” he said flatly.

My stomach twisted, and my fist tightened. He was mocking. He dares to ask me to act normal despite what I have seen.

I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped me.

My gaze shifted to him. His expression stayed emotionless as he watched me as if I had gone completely insane.

And of course I have.

“Mr. Castillo, I can’t be pretending around Desmond. I don’t even want to see him.”

“Then don’t,” he said blankly, cutting me off.

My breath hitched.

What sort of emotionless man is he? Suddenly, Lyra’s words came flashing back to me. He never touched her. And I hadn’t even heard a single scandal about his love life.

A small smile spread through me as I took a step closer. I’m curious to know what this man is made of.

His eyes stayed fixed on me, totally unwavering. I slowly settled on his thighs. His brow lifted.

“Are you also a virgin, Mr. Castillo, or… are you gay?”

I watched his expression shift for the briefest second before he masked it with a smirk.

“You want to find out?” he said softly.

My breath caught as his eyes dropped on my lips, and something about his expression sent a dangerous shiver down my spine, making the memory of what happened at their wedding came rushing down, making my pulse race.

He tried to say something, but before I could stop myself, my lips crashed into his, silencing him.