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Author: Orchid ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-12 07:50:46

Camilla was deep asleep when Cyrus stepped into the bedroom. His sharp gaze darted to her petite figure sprawled across the bed, her dark hair tumbling over her delicate face. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the faint parting of her lips, the way the silk sheets clung to her frame—it all stirred something inside him.

Something dangerous.

His jaw tightened as his hands instinctively curled into fists.

Why did she have to look so damn peaceful? So tempting?

He tore his gaze away, unbuttoning his shirt with precision. Carter had informed him about the presents his mother sent to Camilla, although he had no idea what it was, but he knew it was something that has to do with getting Camilla pregnant.

Something to ensure she'd carry his child.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. The very thought of being intimate with Camilla made his cock stir.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his palm over his face before grabbing a robe and stepping into the bathroom.

The moment the warm water hit his skin, he
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  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   030

    Camilla’s eyes widened. “Oh hell no.”If they were to go to the hospital, the whole act would fall apart. There would be no injuries to treat, no bruises to examine. Her flawless performance would be ruined. Camilla’s mind raced as she thought of a way out, an idea.Suddenly she let out a soft whimper, shifting slightly in his arms. “Cyrus….I don’t like hospitals,” she whispered, making sure her voice wavered enough to sound fragile. “They make me anxious.”Cyrus paused and turned his head to look at her.“Don’t you always go to the hospital?”“Gosh,” Camilla bit her lips, cursing in her mind.“I go for a different reason. I don’t like being checked by a doctor or nurse. The injection, medicines ... .ahh No!”Camilla peeked up at him through her lashes, blinking a few times. “Can’t we just go home?” she murmured, deliberately choosing her words carefully.Cyrus’s jaw twitched. His dark gaze studied her for a bit too long, as if weighing her words, measuring her sincerity. Cyrus was

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   029

    Camilla’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as her legs pumped furiously against the ground. She had been running for what felt like forever, her heart hammering against her ribs like a prisoner desperate for escape. The men chasing her were relentless, their footsteps pounding behind her, closing in fast.Her body screamed for a break, but she couldn't afford to stop.Not when four hulking men were hell-bent on dragging her into their car.She darted through the narrow path between old, abandoned houses, praying she’d find a busy street—hell, even a stray dog to bark and alert someone. But her luck ran drier than a desert. The road ahead was deserted, save for the crows circling overhead like they were already picking their next meal.She glanced back–just for a second. And that was her mistake. When she refocused, her foot snagged on a crack on the road, and before she could catch herself, she stumbled down hard, hitting the floor. Pain shot through her system as her palms scraped

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   028

    Camilla woke up to an empty bed the next morning. The side Cyrus laid was cold, indicating how long he's been gone, she rubbed her eyes and got down from the bed.A call from the hospital had her recall her mission today. When she was done dressing, she left the mansion as headed for the park, giving the driver the address in her phone.The drive to that area was long and tiring, but Camilla didn't waver. Finally, the driver dropped her off. Camilla glanced the area, it was rural and not many people were living there. Why would James leave his nice apartment to relocate here?Camilla stopped infront of a not so modern house, the roof looked like it was going to peel off at any time. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She dialed the number Martin gave to her, it went through , but after few rings there was no response.Camilla knocked again, it was then that she heard slight movement inside the house. She pulled her baseball cap, to cover her face very well. The d

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   027

    Camilla was deep asleep when Cyrus stepped into the bedroom. His sharp gaze darted to her petite figure sprawled across the bed, her dark hair tumbling over her delicate face. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the faint parting of her lips, the way the silk sheets clung to her frame—it all stirred something inside him.Something dangerous.His jaw tightened as his hands instinctively curled into fists.Why did she have to look so damn peaceful? So tempting?He tore his gaze away, unbuttoning his shirt with precision. Carter had informed him about the presents his mother sent to Camilla, although he had no idea what it was, but he knew it was something that has to do with getting Camilla pregnant.Something to ensure she'd carry his child.A muscle in his jaw twitched. The very thought of being intimate with Camilla made his cock stir.“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his palm over his face before grabbing a robe and stepping into the bathroom.The moment the warm water hit his skin, he

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   026

    It was the day of Katrina's heart transplant, and Camilla had been calling James' number but it was unavailable or going to voicemail. Afraid he was backing out, she decided to go to his apartment.Camilla got into the available cab she saw and gave the driver the address. The drive wasn't long, but every second felt like forever to Camilla. Her breathing and thoughts were a mess as she couldn't imagine James backing out of their deal prior to the day of the transplant.Finally the car pulled into the district, Camilla got down and paid him. She hurried to his apartment, after another call that went to voicemail, Camilla used the doorbell. After several rings there was no response. Confused, Camilla ruffled her hair. “No, not again. Fuck!” She kicked her foot furiously against the door. She used the doorbell for another few minutes, but there was no response. Her chest tightened, as hot tears stung her eyes.The longer Katrina's surgery was postponed, the worst and shorter her life

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   025

    There was a hidden room, lined with shelves filled with old books and documents. At the center of the room, there was a desk, neat and organized and covered with photographs.Camilla's stomach twisted as she stepped forward. The photos were of the same person. At first glance, Camilla thought it was Cyrus, but when she picked one from the desk, she knew she was wrong. They weren't Cyrus, but someone who looked exactly like him, like his twin or brother, although he looked to be the older one.The pictures were all old, but one thing they had in common was that they weren't casual. They were all taken from a distance. Her fingers trembled as she raked through the photos to see more of his pictures. Childhood, teenage, adult. He had facial similarities with Cyrus, it was too hard to look away. But he seemed like a more outgoing and easy going person unlike Cyrus. He smiles in the pictures said it all.Could this be Cyrus' twin? Why hasn't she met him or heard of him? Why was this p

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   024

    The room was dark and silent except for the faint rustling of sheets. Camilla stirred, her lashes fluttering as she shifted onto her side, her body still warm from sleep. But something felt off.She frowned, blinking against the dim lighting. Then, a sound—low, strained, almost a growl—cut through the quiet.Her eyes snapped open fully this time.Cyrus.Her eyes widened as she turned to him, slowly her brows knitted as she watched him shift restlessly on the bed. His body was damp with sweat, his usually composed features twisted in raw torment. His lips parted, murmuring something incoherent at first, but then his voice sharpened into an agonized growl."Get off me!"Camilla’s heart clenched.She had seen him like this, once. But this time, he looked more pained. His broad chest heaved, his breath ragged, and his fists clenched tightly at the sheets as though he were grappling with an invisible force. Another sharp jerk of his body had him nearly rolling off the bed, his muscles stra

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   023

    The ride back to the mansion was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. Camilla was curled into the seat, her body relaxed, her lips parted slightly as she hummed a soft tune. Every now and then, she glanced at Cyrus, her eyes lazy with amusement, as if she found something about him particularly funny.Cyrus kept his gaze on the road, but he wasn’t immune to the way her dress had shifted, revealing the smooth curve of her thigh. Or the way her perfume—a mix of jasmine and butter and something more tempting, filled the space between them.His fingers tightened besides him.She was drunk. Well, tipsy. But in that state, she was unpredictable, her usual sharp wit softened into something dangerously alluring.As soon as the car pulled into the long driveway of their estate, Carter stepped out of the car and walked around to open her door. Cyrus came and stood beside her, Camilla noticed him and blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering as she slowly stretched like a sat

  • WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER, PSYCHO!   023

    The night progressed smoothly, the atmosphere filled fun. While some were happy, chatting and bantering, one amongst them was annoyed.Cyrus seated in his chair, his usual stoic expression unwavering, but beneath his cold exterior, a storm brewed. He didn’t like the way Lan and Hyde’s attention was solely on Camilla. She was his wife—at least in name. And yet, she sat there, basking in their admiration, her sweet, flirtatious smile only making it worse.“She’s an absolute stunner, Cyrus. You sure you married her out of convenience?” Lan smirked, sipping his wine.Hyde laughed, giving Camilla a teasing wink. “Yeah, because if you didn’t, you’re a damn fool. If she were my wife, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”Camilla giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, stop it, Hyde. You’ll make Cyrus jealous.”Cyrus stiffened, his fingers tightening around the stem of his wine glass. Jealous? He wasn’t jealous. He just didn’t like the way they were looking at her—filled w

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