All Chapters of Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Camille's limousine ride came to an end as the vehicle pulled up to the General's grand estate. The imposing structure loomed before her, its intricately designed black gate a testament to the General's wealth and power. As if she had just stepped into a horror film, the fearsome gate swung open – welcoming her to hell.The limousine drove through the iron gates, its tyres crunching over the gravel drive. Camille pressed her palms to her thighs, willing herself to remain composed and not break down before the General.The limousine slowed to a stop, and a man in uniform opened her door. She stepped out, her eyes taking in the beauty of the General's grand estate. Camille didn't get a chance to complete her tour, as a soldier said to her, "Come with me."She inhaled sharply and followed him into the main residence. Then she was escorted to the General's study.The soldier knocked on the study door. "Your guest has arrived, sir," he announced."Bring her in," General Landon bellowed fro

Camille Owens sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the embroidered silk of her nightgown as she replayed Pierce's drunken accusation in her mind. "You killed her! She's dead because of you!"She had barely slept last night. Instead, she spent her night tossing and thinking about an issue that sincerely wasn't her business. She knew this, but still— did the General really lock up his wife and kill her? The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine.The General wasn't just anybody; he was—and still is—the leader of Ventria. But what sort of leader would he be if he killed his own wife?I can't stay locked up in here for a year. I have to do something. I have to leave this house – I need to investigate my father's death, Camille thought, standing up from the bed."But how? How do I leave this place?" she pondered, pacing around the room.Sadly, she had only thought of escaping death; she never went as far as to think of how she would escape from the General's estate."The Gen

The knock came at dawn. Camille had barely slept—not after Pierce's hands had nearly crushed her lungs, and his threats still rang in her head. "Welcome to hell!"Camille would have been more afraid than she already was if she wasn't already in hell before the playboy's threat.Her father was dead, she was facing a murder charge, and now carried an unplanned baby in her stomach just so she could survive. If that wasn't hell, then what else could she call it?"The General requests your presence in his study," the guard announced, and without a second wasted, he turned and left.Camille's fingers twitched against her stomach. She pondered what reason the General could have for wanting to see her so early in the morning.He hadn't invited her to breakfast, as he had done the day before, and the day before that. This time, it was to his study.Camille wasn't stupid. Talks held in the study were meant to be serious. So whatever the General had to say to her, she knew it wouldn't be a trif

Camille woke with a jerk, the sterile tang of antiseptic burning through her nostrils as if reminding her she was in a hospital.Her fingers twitched against stiff cotton sheets as the memories flooded back—the cleaner's warning, the deafening screech of metal, Pierce's cold smirk.Her throat tightened as she remembered how close she'd come to entering the elevator. If... if it hadn't been for Joyce's call at the right moment, she would have plummeted to her death."Workplace accident."Pierce had dared to give her near-death experience an endearment. And his voice, the look... the look in his eyes told her it wasn't just an accident.He'd tried to kill her. She couldn't say how he'd done it, or how he'd orchestrated it. But Pierce Landon tried to kill her.The elevator wreckage wasn't an accident. No... no it wasn't.The realisation hit Camille like a physical blow. All this time he threatened her, intimidated her. But never had she imagined Pierce would cross the line from threats t

The moment Pierce's car disappeared down the driveway and out the gates of the estate, Camille's legs nearly gave out beneath her. Her pulse accelerated, and her lungs clogged in fear. "I'll try again. And this time—I promise to send you to hell."His words slithered through her mind, wrapping around her lungs. She couldn't breathe, and her eyes saw double. Ms Elizabeth's hand on her shoulder was the only thing that kept her from collapsing right there on the gravel. "Camille?" The older woman's voice was gentle, but there was an edge to it—a knowing tension. "Let's get you inside." Camille turned to her, eyes wide, searching. "Did you hear him?" Her voice cracked. "He just—he threatened me. He... he admitted to it. He tried to kill me... he tried to kill me, Ms Elizabeth, and he said..." She looked around wearily; suddenly, it felt like even the air around her was whispering words of conspiracies against her. "He said he's going to do it again!" Ms Elizabeth's grip tightene