Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Camille's POV  Dad's face was pale as he looked up slowly from the locket to me. His blue eyes held mine, his mouth parted but no words came out.   He looked down at the locket again as if it were some unreal device he had stumbled across in the desert.   What should I do?  I was desperately trying not to panic. I wanted to know how he felt. This wasn't how I wanted him to find out! We had planned to tell him next week. Preferably when I had given him the ticket to Charly town and he was happy.   Not like this.   My eyes caught the lit-up screen of my phone in his hands and my stomach dropped. It was unlocked. Fuck. I must have forgotten to lock it when I dropped it on the bed.   The texts! Horror and shame clawed at my chest as I realized why my dad was petrified. It wasn't the

Camille's POV  Dad stared back at me as if I had grown two heads.    And perhaps I had. I had never admitted to myself that I loved Gavriel. Every single time my thoughts were about to descend that path, I would caution myself. I didn't want to ruin what we had by admitting I loved him and then finding out that he didn't exactly feel the same way.   Of course, I wasn't going to tell Gav yet either.  My heart would split into a thousand shards if he didn't feel the same way.   It was best that I didn't know how he felt yet. Not yet. But I had been hard-pressed.  And I wasn't lying.   "You're choosing him over me?" Dad laughed harshly.   "No, that's not correct. I'm asking you to accept our relationship or I won't be your daughter anymore!"  "Sam

Camille's POV  Turn around, Camille.   I ignored the tiny voice in my head and dragged my bag down the road to Megan's place. I would stay there, get my phone working, and call Gav to come get me out of this place.   Dad would come to his senses in a few days. He loved me right? He would accept what I wanted. He had to.  You left him crying, the tiny voice accused.   "He wasn't crying," I said grumpily. "And he was yelling at me. I'm not staying when all he's going to do all night is yell at me anyway."  I learned from experience. The night I crashed into a girl with the car he got me for my birthday barely a year ago. I was already burdened with anger at the girl for ruining what was supposed to be a fun night.   And guilt for nearly killing someone. I didn't think

Camille's POV  I did the only thing I could think of at that moment.   I laughed.   It had to be a joke. Dad could be petty and one time when I was younger, he had feigned being sick so I could feel bad and forgive him for not buying me a horse.   This was probably just another trick. "Miss Caldwell, did you hear what I said? Your father is dead?"  "Oh, he's not. It's a trick, isn't it? My father bribed you guys to lie to me so I would feel bad. He can be pretty dramatic sometimes."  The officer made a sound that told me he was flabbergasted.   "This is NOT a trick. Your father was involved in an accident yesterday night and was killed on impact. We were only able to identify him and contact you. Your father is dead, Miss."  Your fath

Gavriel's POV  Camille looked away, her pretty face sad and marred with tear streaks. It was barely twelve and the entire day had been a fucking roller coaster.  She had been asleep when I woke up around four am. I had worked on a few documents that I was supposed to handle yesterday, but since we had gone shopping and all, I hadn't been able to work on them.   By seven, I hit the gym in my home, trying to take my mind off the thousand and one things that plagued my thoughts. After an hour in the gym and another hour making breakfast, I walked back into the room to wake Camille up and she was gone.   At first, I had assumed that she couldn't wait to get home and apologize to her father. But when another hour passed and I hadn't heard from her, I called.   She ignored my calls. All of them. That was unlike Camille. I had suspected something