The night was shrouded in darkness, and the dim glow of streetlights painted a solemn path as Alexander steered the car toward Newton Hospital.Camilla sat in the passenger seat, her gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, eyes filled with worry as her fingers repeatedly tugged on the wristband she wore, a nervous habit that had intensified during this trying time.The call she had received from her father in the middle of the night to inform her of her mother's situation had left her in great turmoil as he feared Alessia might not make it and wanted Camilla to at least see her if the worst were to happen.Alexander, ever the pillar of support, in a brief moment when his gaze could safely leave the road, turned to only see Camilla's worried expression and reached out, gently clasping one of her trembling hands.His reassuring grip offered comfort amid the storm of emotions. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her anxiety. "She's going to be okay."Camilla nodded,

By morning, Alexander and Camilla lay bare, their bodies entwined in the gentle embrace, cherishing the tranquility that enveloped the room.As dawn's soft light seeped through the curtains, it cast a warm, golden hue upon them.They remained tangled together, their forms engaging in an intimate ballet of affection.Camilla's radiant gray eyes glistened as she gazed up at him, a blend of satisfaction and longing swirling within their depths.Delicately, she reached up to sweep a stray strand of his disheveled, ebony hair away from his eyes, her touch evoking a tingling sensation that ran down his spine.He sighed contentedly and inquired, "What time are you planning to visit your mother at the hospital?"Camilla responded with a nonchalant shrug."I'm not sure...it depends on when you decide to release me from these sheets," she playfully retorted, eliciting a chuckle from Alexander. His fingers continued their tender exploration of her back."Well, if it were up to me, I'd keep you h

The car ride was quiet, with only the soft rumble of the engine and the occasional passing of streetlights breaking the silence.Camilla couldn't help but steal glances at Charles, trying to make sense of their unexpected meeting.Feeling her gaze on him, Charles chuckled softly. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say what's on your mind?" he quipped, his voice laced with amusement.Surprised by his directness, Camilla blushed and quickly turned her gaze away. "I... I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm still surprised to see you again," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky.Charles nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "I can imagine. It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?"A little silence ensued before she broke it,"Thank you, Charles... for helping me out, back there," she finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "I really appreciate it."Charles glanced over at her briefly, a warm smile playing on his lips."Of course, Camilla. I couldn't just leave you stranded on the

Alexander arrived at the hotel, well past midnight. He carefully shut the door, assuming Camilla was already inside and likely asleep.As he entered the room, he was engulfed in darkness.After a tiring day at the hospital, all he desired was to relax in a soothing bath and snuggle up in bed with Camilla.In order to brighten up the space, he flipped the switch on the wall. What he saw in the illuminated suite left him stunned.He noticed a shattered vase lying on the floor, its delicate pieces scattered around.The once elegant golden statue, used for decoration and formerly perched on the shelf, now lay broken into two separate parts on the ground.A peculiar sight greeted him as he glanced towards the floor, where an unusually large amount of sand seemed to have accumulated.His gaze then shifted to the bed, which appeared disheveled and empty, though with slight signs of recent disturbance.Camil...Camilla?" His voice trembled with worry as he cautiously made his way into the room

Camilla's heart dropped, her body frozen in shock and horror at his confession. The room felt oppressive, the atmosphere charged with an eerie energy.Tears welled up in Charles's eyes as he continued to laugh, his grip tightening on Camilla's arm. "Oh, the look on her face when I took her last breath," he rasped, his voice laced with sadistic delight.Camilla's mind raced, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She needed to find a way to escape, to get out of this nightmare before it was too late.Charles's laughter finally faded, replaced by a deranged grin. "That slut...I killed her and if I had a time machine, I'd go back and do it again." He said gazing off to stare at nothing in particular.•~•~•~•~•Flashback •~•~•~•~•George Cena Jr., Alexander and Isabel's father, was celebrating his fiftieth birthday and the entire family had planned a grand celebration for him.Gentle melodies floated in the air, emanating from the large speakers strategically positioned in the venue.T