Camilla’s POVThe next morning I was woken up by the sound of plates clashing against each other, I tried to force the sleep back but it seemed I had lost it and needed to wake up anyways.I stood up from the bed and wasn’t a bit surprised not to see Lucas beside me, I took a hot bath and wore any of the dress from my closet before stepping out of the house and down the stairs leading to were the noise was coming only to come in contact with the new chef as she served Lucas his breakfast.She looked so seductive and even her boobs were almost about to fall out of her shirt and her skirt was very short and seductive showing off her legs.As I walked into the dining area, I couldn't help but notice the new chef serving Lucas his breakfast. She was dressed in a way that could only be described as seductive, with her low-cut top and short skirt. It made me feel uncomfortable and a pang of anger rose within me."You are awake," the chef said to me, a hint of arrogance in her voice.I force

Camilla’s pov—I soon felt much at ease from Dorian words, he smiled at me one last time before walking out of the room while I sat down staring at my breakfast that had gone cold but still pleads to be eaten.Lucas soon returned to the bedroom, he chuckled to the way I stared at my breakfast.“Are you scared I might have poisoned it?” He questioned, I stood up and walked towards the food like I didn’t hear him.“No, lost my appetite.” I bluntly said before throwing the plate and the breakfast in the trash.“What was that for?” He exclaimed but all I did was fold my hands and walk back to the bed.“You should have thrown that out not in bedroom.” He added but all I added was a smile to my face.“The chef would take care of everything, or don’t tell me you also expect me to clean everywhere.” I said to him, he glared at me in anger while I smiled in victory…I wasn’t just going to seat and watch him make life a living hell for me.“Clara!” He yelled, wow…what a shabby name, I thought wi

Camilla povAs I listened to Lucas's words, frustration and sadness welled up inside me. It felt like he was dismissing my concerns and downplaying the situation with Clara. I couldn't understand why he couldn't see the manipulation and threats I had been facing.Feeling a surge of anger, I found my voice and responded, "Lucas, I've tried to explain to you what Clara has been doing, but it seems like you're not willing to listen or understand. I can't continue living in a situation where I feel threatened and unsupported. I need you to see that."Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked out of the living room, making my way back to our bedroom. Tears streamed down my face as I packed my belongings, my hands trembling with a mix of sadness and determination.Just as I was about to zip up my suitcase, the door creaked open, and Lucas stepped into the room. His voice was filled with urgency as he said, "Camilla, you can't leave."I turned to face him, my eyes red and swollen

Authors PovCamilla's anger simmered beneath the surface as Lucas claimed to believe Clara's insinuations. How could he doubt her after everything they had been through? She couldn't bear the thought of Lucas siding with Clara, especially when she had been the one eavesdropping on their private conversation.With a heavy heart and tears threatening to spill from her eyes once again, Camilla pushed her chair back abruptly and stood up from the table. "You want to believe her?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "After everything we've been through, you're just going to take her word over mine?"Lucas looked taken aback by Camilla's outburst, his eyes momentarily wavering. But then his expression hardened, and he crossed his arms defensively. "I don't know who to believe anymore, Camilla," he replied coldly. "You've betrayed my trust, and now Clara is telling me things that make me question everything."Camilla's frustration boiled over, and she couldn't ho

Lucas stormed back to his room, his anger boiling over. He couldn't believe the situation he found himself in, torn between his love for Camilla and the doubts that plagued his mind. As he entered his room, he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the space.Frustration and confusion consumed him as he paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit. He couldn't deny the love he felt for Camilla, but he also couldn't ignore the doubts that Clara had planted in his mind. It was tearing him apart.Finally, Lucas stopped in the middle of the room, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding. He knew he had to make a decision, one that would either salvage their relationship or tear them apart forever. With a deep breath, he made up his mind."I'll give her one last chance," Lucas muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination. "But I won't tell her. I need to see if she'll come clean on her own."With newfound resolve, Lucas began