Todos los capítulos de I Am Dead To You Husband : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Camila? Are you... are you laughing?" Cole asked in disbelief. It was a strange, twisted laugh that quickly morphed into a choked gasp. It wasn't a laugh of joy, but something born from a dark mix of shock, a bitter yet funny irony. Her eyes were wide as she stared into space. Cole's words replayed in her mind: Lawson and Diane... accident... a serious one at that. It would be a cherry on top of the damage they had done to their faces. As quickly as the thought came, she pushed it away, shaking her head. She knew she sounded cold, cruel even, but she couldn't help it. Karma is such a bitch. Lawson, the man who broke her, the reason she'd nearly lost her own life, was now in an accident with the very woman he'd chosen over her. The universe does have a cruel sense of humor. She pressed her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle another laugh that threatened to erupt. It felt wrong, utterly wrong, to feel anything like satisfaction, yet a tiny, dark spark of it flickered

Hearing that voice after so many years felt like a nail screeching down a chalkboard—sharp and irritating, yet still holding that old, undeniable command. It was a voice that used to make her spine stiffen, but now it just pricked at her, though she wouldn't let that show. "Hello, Aunt." Camila turned to find Julie's face blank, clearly not buying the "hello" part. "Drop the act, please. You didn't really come here to say hello, did you?" Julie challenged. Camila forced a smile. "I came to visit—" "Or you came to threaten me about the inheritance thing," she cut in, her voice flat and unimpressed. It hadn't even crossed Camila's mind that she'd run into Julie here. Of course, she should have considered it. Still, it worked out. She could lay down her warning, hoping Julie would actually listen and hand over their father's investments and other properties without dragging them through court. She really hoped it would be that simple. "That too. So how's it going? Thinking

It was light at first, softer and a bit sloppy. But she got the hang of it.Tongue dangling, lips brushing against his, an exploration that became something more, a desperate dance Camila hadn't known she craved.She moaned into the kiss, her hands still clamped around the glass pressed against his chest. Those seemed to be a cue for Antonio to take things further.He broke away, yanked the glass from her hand, and set it down on the table with a dull thud, not bothering to care if it spilled.And before Camila could fully process the hungry glint in his eyes, he slammed his lips on hers. His body moved, pressing her back against the cold counter with a force that stole her breath.Camila gasped, her hands finding his neck as she fisted his hair.The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, messier, faster—too fast for Camila to keep up, her head spinning.Antonio broke away again and buried his face in her neck, nipping at it as he pulled her closer, so close there wasn't a tiny space b

Antonio reached her in three powerful strides. Before she could even blink, he spun her around, her back hitting the door with a soft thud. His lips were on hers a second later, fast and rough, stealing her breath. Her hands flew up, as if she was going to push him away, but he quickly pinned them both above her head on the door, kissing her harder and faster until her head was spinning. She didn't fight him off, not like she thought she would. She just let him take over, kiss her, do whatever. And she had no clue why her words weren't working, weren't having their usual effect. She was going back on everything she said, being totally irrational again. Antonio finally pulled away, and she saw it: the raw hunger, the desperation in his eyes. This wasn't just flirting. This wasn't his usual playful look; it was something else. "Should we go inside?" Antonio asked, his voice low and kind of rough. Camila, still breathless and a little dazed, managed to raise an eyebrow. "Are you s

Camila woke up with her whole body sore. Her thighs, especially, screamed a dull throb like they'd run a marathon.Groggy, she blindly tapped the bed beside her, expecting to find Antonio, but her fingers met only cool, empty sheets."Yeah, just as I thought," she muttered, a familiar annoyance stirring. Of course, he was gone. Typical. She pulled the blanket off, intending to get up.Ding!It wasn't her phone. Her gaze flickered to the nightstand. Antonio's phone sat proudly, screen down.He wasn't gone after all."Damn it, Camila. Always jumping to conclusions." She smacked her head, and with a groan, she swung her legs over the side of the bed.As her feet touched the floor, they tangled with something solid. She stumbled, a sharp pain shooting up her thigh, and went down with a thud."Antonio!" she hollered, rubbing her sore hip.That shoe! That fucking shoe was Antonio's. How could he be so devious? He'd practically set a trap for her to fall after he'd made her weak-kneed and sh