Semua Bab Bound to the Billionaire's Deal: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Camelia POV “You heard him right!,” I snapped at Gabriel. “He wants me here, so can you leave us?” Gabriel's face twisted with something between anger and shame. He lingered for a moment, like he had something else to say, but finally turned and walked out, the door shutting behind him. I sighed, turning back to Henry. His face was pink, beads of sweat clinging to his brow. "What did you do to yourself?" I muttered as I knelt beside him. I took off his shoes and shrugged his coat from his shoulders, then pulled the duvet over him. Hopefully, some sleep would do him good. He mumbled something — low, broken words I couldn’t make out. His breathing was shallow and his face tight with discomfort. I glanced around the room, suddenly aware of its size — far larger than the one I was staying in. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I knew it, I was stepping into his closet. Everything was meticulously arranged, suits lined up by color, watches gleaming in their display cases, rows o

Camelia POV "Move to your parents' place?" I stuttered. "Why that all of a sudden?" Henry exhaled, rubbing his temples. "She doesn’t believe the marriage is real. She’s made it clear she won’t back off until she sees it for herself." I frowned. "Okay… but why are you calling it a favor? If it’s something I should do for the sake of our relationship, then I’ll do it." He leaned back on the chair, studying me. "Because I don’t want you to feel forced, Camelia. I know this isn't easy, and I wanted to prepare you ahead of time." Something in his tone made me pause. "And what exactly should I be preparing for?" He gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Let’s just say, my mother is… a force of nature." His words were careful, but I caught a glimpse of something deeper. "You never really talk about her," I said, watching him closely as I hoped he'd say more about her. My encounter with her at the office wasn't a palatable one. He hesitated before answering. "That’s because there’s

Brady’s POVI didn’t answer her immediately.“Love Camelia?” I stuttered. “How could you even think that way?”But deep down I wasn't even sure of what the truth is.“Do I love Camelia?” I asked myself."You know I don't," I quickly added. “I was just taken back by what you said”.Maddie let out a dry laugh, but it was laced with pain. “Not that, Brady.” “You showed concern!” “Why should you even care if she sleeps with other men or marries one?”“It’s not like that.” I sighed, running my hands over my face.“Then what is it like, Brady?” Her voice was trembling now. “Because I don’t want to believe you were ever emotionally attached to Camelia.”“Of course I wasn’t!” I said defending myself. “You know how I truly feel. I reassured you over and over when we were waiting for the right time to be together. I never had any emotional attachment to her.”“Camelia is gone, Brady. And we waited so long to get here.” She paused, her voice a low murmur. “I don’t want her absence to be the

Henry POV "Can someone please explain what’s going on here?” I snapped. “Henry, manners!” Mrs. Raymond shrieked. “We are at the dining table!” She shot me a warning glare, but it only added fuel to the fire burning in my chest. “I’ve already lost my appetite,” I muttered, pushing my plate away. “Now, can someone tell me what exactly is happening!” Lydia quietly placed her spoon down, a subtle gesture that she was going to speak. I already guessed as much. “It’s nothing to worry about, Henry,” she said calmly, as if trying to douse the flames. “It’s not like this is my first time staying at your family’s house. So why are you making it such a big deal?” She added, shrugging her shoulders. “Yes, Lydia, it’s not your first time,” I shot back. “But my question is why are you here today, of all days, when Camelia just moved in?” Her expression didn’t falter. “And how is that any of my business?” she asked . “Do I need permission from you—or from her—before I decide where to s

Lilly's POVDid I feel guilty after learning what really happened to Camelia? Yeah, a little. But guilt doesn’t erase the relief I felt when she left. She deserves a good life just not in ours.I slicked my hair into a tight ponytail, adjusted my shirt, slung my black bag over my shoulder, and headed out.“Lily,” my father called from downstairs.“I’m leaving now, Dad!” I shouted back as I descended the stairs.“You’re early today,” he said, glancing at the wall clock. “Had breakfast?”“Yeah I had toast and an omelet. Guess what?” I grinned. “I left some for you.”“That’s sweet of you,” he muttered, a tiny smile flickering across his lips. Then, as I reached for the door: “Have you heard from Camelia?”I froze in a heartbeat.“I tried calling,” he added. “Think she blocked me… That girl’s always been a handful.” He still cares about her, after everything that happened.“Dad, Camelia’s gone. And maybe that’s for the best. Not after what she put you through. She’s probably fine—aliv