Semua Bab The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress: Bab 11 - Bab 14

The Secret RoomCamille stood before the mahogany door at the end of the forbidden hallway, heart pounding like war drums in her chest. The air was cooler here, the silence far too deliberate, as though the walls were holding their breath—waiting for her to trespass.Julian had forbidden her from coming here. The left wing. His sanctuary.But forbidden things were exactly what led her here.Vivian’s warning echoed in her head: “You think you know Julian? You don’t know even half.”It had taken Camille three weeks to figure out the code. She watched Julian’s fingers when he opened the door. Noticed the rhythm of his taps. Paired it with the birthday of his late mother—October 14th. She took a breath, entered the numbers.Beep. Click.The door opened.The scent of sandalwood hit her first—sharp, masculine, clean. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, lined with books, paintings, and one long mirror that made her skin crawl. She stepped inside cautiously, her fingers trailing the edge of a

Vivian’s BetrayalCamille stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of Julian’s penthouse, watching the city’s glittering skyline. The night air was heavy, and so was the weight in her chest. She had thought she understood the players in this dangerous game — but tonight, the mask of loyalty had slipped from someone she trusted.Her fingers trembled slightly as she replayed the conversation she had overheard at the gala.“Julian Blackwood thinks he’s untouchable,” Vivian’s voice had purred, dripping with venom. “But soon, he’ll be nothing but a memory. Tell Alistair everything’s on track.”Camille had frozen behind the thick velvet curtain, heart pounding so loud she was sure they’d hear it. Alistair Crane — Julian’s most ruthless rival. A man who had tried and failed for years to bring Julian down. And Vivian — her friend, her confidante — was helping him.Why? The question gnawed at Camille as she turned from the window and began pacing the penthouse. The city’s lights blinked like warni