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Antonio took a sip of his drink, staring into space, replaying the events of the night. The risk he had taken with Camila, the plan... he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. He knew it was manipulative, even cruel. But Emily had pushed him too far. She had disrupted his life, making him lose his mind; now it had to stop. He swirled the remaining liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. He needed to be careful, strategic. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Emily was unpredictable, and Camila… well, that one was hard to read, probably keeping a big secret—one he'd like to explore. Just as he was about to pour himself another drink, his phone rang. He answered, hearing Bruno's voice on the other end. "Sir, I've found her... Camila Lopez is staying at your hotel." Antonio's eyes narrowed. "What about the background check?" "It's still in progress, sir," Bruno replied. "But I should have everything you need within the next few hours." Antonio nodded, his

"Sassy," Antonio muttered, watching the way Camila's hips swayed as she walked away. Her heels clicked on the floor, making a sharp sound with every step.He picked up the glass of water the waitress had placed on the table and took a long sip.Camila was like a fascinating puzzle, all sharp-tongued and fiery retorts. But there was something far more interesting, and he found himself increasingly drawn to uncovering it.He leaned back in his chair, watching her completely disappear. He hadn't intended to startle her so much, but her reaction... well, it was over the top, especially after the mention of 'face.'That secret wouldn't remain uncovered for long."Sir, is there something else you'd like to order?" the waitress, still standing, asked, but Antonio waved a dismissive hand."No, thank you. Just the water is fine for now."He watched the waitress retreat, his gaze drifting idly to the next table. And that's when he saw 'her.'Emily.Seated idly, stirring a drink—when their eyes

Antonio didn't say a word. What could he say? He had exhausted every word left in him. He just stared at the ruined documents, his grip on Emily's arm tightening, but eventually, it got loose. He released her arm, watching the smirk on Emily's face grow wider, almost reaching her ears. This time, she wasn't stumbling off balance or slurring or giggling. Just the sheer triumph of one that tells you, "I was playing all along, just like I always do." Antonio stormed out of the suite, slamming the door behind him with a loud crash. The audacity. Emily had the audacity, pouring whiskey on the divorce papers like that. It was a childish, spiteful move, and it only fueled his determination to be done with her once and for all. Any method, any tactic—hell, he’d try them all. She will have to sign those divorce papers one way or another. He burst through the hotel lobby, not even noticing the people around him as he pulled out his phone to call his driver. "I'll be outside in two mi

Standing at the gate, Camila's heart was still beating slightly faster than usual. The humid air did little to cool the flush on her cheeks. Her gaze dropped to her right hand, replaying the scene in her mind like a video on repeat. What did she do? She was so carried away by anger and frustration that she did the first thing that came to her mind. Maybe that will teach him. The memory of her fingers clenching, the brief, shocking pressure, flashed vividly in her mind and would probably continue to haunt her for the rest of the night. Was that too much? Had she gone too far? But that guilt was quickly overshadowed by the simmering resentment that had been brewing for days, years even. Men had been nothing but scum to her all her life, her lovely brother excluded. First Lawson. He used her, treated her like she was insignificant. And that one will pay soon; time will tell. She just needed to put herself together first. Now Antonio. The manipulative bastard who feels like

A ring.He had put a ring on her finger. On Lawson's sister's finger.It felt like a final, brutal severing of any remaining connection to her brother, a definitive choice of sides.Camila just stared at him, totally speechless. The fight drained out of her, replaced by a cold, hollow ache.Then, like a robot, she turned and walked over to the couch, plopped down, and just stared into space.Cole watched her, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps regret, perhaps defiance—crossing his face before he walked over and sat down beside her.There was a beat of silence, the room suddenly feels small. "I'm sorry, Camila. I didn't mean to drop this on you... I wanted to tell you; I didn't know how..." he sighed. "You weren't even there for me to tell."Camila didn't speak, her eyes fixed on some point, still lost but hearing every single word.Another long silence stretched between them. Cole shifted uncomfortably beside her, his gaze fixed on his hands. He seemed to be waiting for a rea