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JOANNA. I was in the office when Gina knocked gently on the door and peeked in.“Ma’am,” she said, tablet in hand, “you’re needed at the studio. The Luxe Skin campaign shoot is happening today, and they’d like you to supervise the shoot.”I blinked and looked up to her. “That’s today?”“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded. “The head of branding just called—they’re already at Studio 3.”I stood slowly, smoothing my dress as I grabbed my tablet. “Alright. Let’s go.”The elevator ride to the studio floor was short, but my thoughts ran long. I hadn’t forgotten who was cast as the face of this campaign. Camilla. I wasn't so comfortable but at the same time I had no choice. Maybe she wasn't really in for trouble though but each time I remember that kiss she gave Luther, I feel conflicted. When we stepped into the studio, the buzz was immediate—photographers clicking away, stylists adjusting lights and fabrics, and creative directors murmuring approvals. And right in the center of it all, standing ben

LUTHER. I was in my office, reviewing some files but the second I thought about everything that went on in such a short while, I couldn't really concentrate. I sighed, trying so hard to focus on work. How would Joanna feel if she finds out about Camilla’s pregnancy? I had a lot of convincing to do before she finally accepted to give us a chance.. what the heck happens now.. I legit thought I was losing it. A knock came to my door, snapping me out of my thoughts as Dickson stepped into my office“Sir, I have a little news..you asked me to keep an eye on Camilla,” he began, his voice steady but cautious. “She just left the company… with Joanna.”I looked up sharply. “With Joanna?” My heart skipped.“Yes, sir. They were seen leaving together, but we weren’t sure where they were going until one of our guys tracked them to a restaurant close to Wright group of companies”Gosh, what the heck does Camilla want now. I didn’t wait for more details.I was already out of my chair.Grabbing my

Camilla I kissed him as planned..I can't believe he falls for this trick over and over again or maybe he still has lingering feelings for me but doesn't want to admit it. Noone can be as sexy as me when it comes to handling men.. But then, Luther quickly shoved me back. “Camilla, you have to stop this madness!” he barked, his voice cracking with fury and restraint. I stumbled, not from his push, but from the ache that followed. “I haven’t kissed you in a long time,” I whispered, brushing my fingers across my lips like they still remembered him. “I missed you, Luther. Can't you just let us be together.?” His eyes darkened. Not with softness. No, not with what I wanted but with disgust. “You will not try this nonsense with me again,” he warned, every word laced with ice. I rolled my eyes, he always acts like the hard guy when he is not. I stepped closer, the knife still glinting in the low hotel light. “Well, this whole thing with Joanna, this whole marriage thing. It’s bound

JOANNA “Camilia is a very manipulative person,” Luther said, his voice raw, “and I swear to you, I never wanted to put you through the same things Asher put you through. You know I would never.”“Then what’s going on?” My voice cracked. “How did you end up there? How did you let that even happen?”He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “Don’t sugarcoat it. Don’t try to fix it. Just…” I swallowed the lump building in my throat. “Just tell me the truth, Luther. I just want to hear the truth.”I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was all too much—the doubt, the video, the lies, the fear of being second place again. I didn’t want to accuse him. I didn’t want to lose him either. But I couldn’t keep living in the dark, either.“Please,” I added, softer now. “Whatever it is. Just be honest with me.”“I need you to be honest with me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper now. “I need you to tell me what’s been going on. Why did you show up at the restaurant looking lik

CAMILLA. I walked out of that office with a smirk still lingering on my lips.Victory tasted sweet.The way Joanna’s face had shifted, her calm unraveling, the hurt she tried so hard to mask, I saw it all. And it satisfied me. Every single moment. She was breaking. Just like I planned.Sooner or later, the perfect little fantasy world she had built around Luther would collapse, and when it did… I’d be right there to take my place. Because let’s face it—no one, no one, could replace me in Luther’s life. Not even the “dignified” Joanna with her fragile composure and her hollow womb.I stepped out of the building, the sun slicing across my face like a spotlight made just for me. People passed, cars honked, but all I could hear was my own thoughts, my victory marching in heels.I raised a hand and flagged down a cab.The yellow car screeched to a stop in front of me. I slid in smoothly, like a woman with a plan, like a woman who had already won.“To Mars Group,” I told the driver.Luthe