All Chapters of The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Camille’s RevengeThe war had begun.Camille stood in the marble lobby of one of the most feared law firms in the city, her reflection pale but resolute in the glass doors. Her heart hammered, but she kept her head high. If Julian wanted a fight, she’d give him one—and she would win.The receptionist greeted her nervously, recognizing her from the tabloids. Camille ignored the stares, ignored the whispers. She didn’t care what they thought. Let them talk. Let them wonder how the mistress of a billionaire had turned into the woman ready to bring him to his knees.By the end of the day, the paperwork was filed.Camille Hart vs. Julian Thorne.Charges: Defamation. Invasion of privacy. Emotional distress. Intentional interference with business relations.The news broke within hours.“Camille Hart Sues Julian Thorne: Billionaire’s Former Mistress Strikes Back!”“From Love to Lawsuit: The Battle Between Thorne and Hart Heats Up.”The media devoured the story, headlines casting her as everyt

Blood TiesCamille had never moved so fast in her life. Within twenty-four hours of receiving the anonymous message, she was on a chartered flight headed for Belize, Vivian at her side, both of them running on adrenaline and fear.The coordinates led to a tiny island, invisible on most maps, a speck of green surrounded by endless blue. Camille stared out the window as they descended, heart pounding with a mix of dread and desperate hope.Her mother—alive. The idea still didn’t feel real.But if Julian and Alistair were involved, Camille knew one thing for sure: the truth would be far darker than any reunion fantasy she dared dream.The island was beautiful, deceptively so. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the shore glistened under the midday sun. But beneath the surface charm, Camille felt it—the tension in the air, like the land itself held its breath.They were met at the dock by a local guide arranged in secret by Vivian. He spoke little English, but the look in his eyes

The Goodbye LetterThe ocean whispered as Camille stood at the water’s edge, bare feet sinking into the cool sand. The dawn cast the horizon in soft pink and gold, but inside her, there was no peace. Only a storm as wild as the one Julian had always carried in his soul.For the first time in what felt like forever, she could choose her own path. No contracts. No threats. No scandals to cage her.But she knew the weight of what she was about to do.She turned and walked back to the beach shack, heart heavy, mind resolute. Vivian and her mother still slept inside. They deserved peace, too.At the small table, Camille took out a pen and a sheet of paper—simple, no grand gesture, no melodrama. Just truth.Her hand trembled as she began to write.Julian,I don’t know if you’ll ever truly understand this, but I have to try.I’m leaving. Not out of hate. Not out of fear. But because I can’t breathe anymore.I can’t be the woman in your shadow. I can’t be the prize in your war. I can’t keep l

The Final OfferFor a long, breathless moment, neither of them spoke.Julian stood there, wildflowers in hand, looking more fragile than she’d ever seen him. The storm that had always raged in his eyes had calmed—but beneath the surface, Camille could sense it: he was terrified.Not of losing control.Not of scandal.But of her.Of what she would say next.Camille’s throat felt tight, the weight of a hundred memories pressing down.“You shouldn’t have come here,” she said finally, her voice soft but firm.“I know.”“Then why did you?”Julian took a slow breath, as if steadying himself before stepping off a cliff.“I thought about sending letters. Messages. I wrote them all and tore them up. I thought about showing up with lawyers, grand gestures, apologies scripted by PR teams. That’s who I used to be. That’s not who I am anymore.”He held out the flowers—clumsy, imperfect, beautiful in their simplicity.“This is all I have to give you, Camille. No contracts. No promises of wealth or

The AnswerThe ring box sat on Camille Hart’s palm, small but impossibly heavy.It was a simple black velvet square—nothing ostentatious, nothing loud. Just a box. And yet, it felt like the weight of a lifetime. Maybe two.She sat on the balcony of her seaside cottage, legs folded beneath her, morning wind teasing her hair. Below, the waves whispered secrets to the shore, as if the ocean itself knew what she held in her hand. The sky was beginning to warm, lavender fading into soft gold as dawn crawled higher over the horizon. Somewhere behind her, birds began their morning chatter, and the sleepy hush of the world slowly gave way to another day.But Camille didn’t move.She stared at the box as though it might open itself, as though the truth it carried might leap out and answer all the questions she hadn’t asked—not out loud, anyway.She didn’t open it. She didn’t need to.It wasn’t about the ring. Not really. Not the diamond nestled inside it, nor the symbol it represented. It wasn