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HER WAY OUT

It was 1 a.m., and the world was fast asleep, but not Joyce Albert. She stood outside La Reserve Hotel, waiting for a certain playboy to be done having a good time."Camille, I'm doing this for you," she mumbled to herself, tapping her fingers on her shoulders. Her friend's only shot at escaping death row depended on her getting pregnant, and Joyce knew it.She might not have shown it when her friend requested the impossible from her, but she knew what Camille had asked wasn't morally right.But—Camille had been there for her, many more times than she could count. It was Camille who saved her from her abusive father and made sure he never laid a finger on her again. It was Camille who implored Mr David Owens to send her to school. And still Camille who protected her from bullies.To her, her childhood, teenage years, and even her youth were memorable because of Camille. And so, she had do anything to save her friend from the grasp of death, even if it meant going against her morals.

THE PLAYBOY'S THREAT

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

THE ESTATE'S SECRET

"What the fuck, man! That's your sixth!" Alex Daniels yelled, snatching the bottle from Pierce. Alex wasn't just anyone, he was one of Pierce Landon's oldest friends. A level-headed lawyer with a sarcastic streak, he was known for being the voice of reason among their small circle. Tonight, though, even he seemed unsure how to deal with the mess in front of him. They had all come out to unwind in Club HEX, but for the first time, Pierce paid no attention to the strippers around him. Instead, he drowned himself in alcohol, spiraling deeper into whatever storm brewed in his mind. "Fuck, man, gi... give it... give it... back... man," Pierce slurred, collapsing onto the couch. "You can't even form a sentence. That's how drunk you are," Alex hissed, dropping the bottle on the center table. "Just let him be," said Timothy, who had been silent until now. Where Alex was the logical one, Timothy the owner of Club HEX was the quiet watcher. He rarely said much, and tonight, he

THE TOUR

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

WELCOME TO HELL

Camille Owens awoke with a start, her body still humming with the ghost of Pierce's touch—his fingers, his words, the way he had stripped her bare and left her trembling in shame. The memory clung to her like a second skin, sticky and unwelcome.She hated herself for not pushing him away. She should have done so. Now he thinks he has some power over her; he thinks of her as a slut.She groaned, sitting up on the bed, the silk sheets pooling around her waist. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lower lip. A tingle rose in her stomach, the memory of Pierce's finger sliding into her cunt—she was wet, wet for him."Fuck! It's the hormones," she murmured.But deep down, Camille knew it wasn't just the hormones. Pierce Landon was, and is, a very sexy man. His eyes were enough to get her wet.But this wasn't something she wanted Pierce to know. And for this, she knew she had to stay away from him. Keep him at arm's length and make sure such a wet scene never happened again. If her only way w

THE FUN HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN

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

WORKPLACE ACCIDENTS?

Pierce Landon strode into his office at exactly 8:15 a.m., his custom-made Oxford shoes clicking against the polished marble floors of Landon Enterprises.He loosened his tie, already mentally preparing for the day's meetings. The first order of business? Coffee. "Ms Harper!" he called out, not bothering to look up as he shuffled through the files on his desk. The door creaked open. But instead of the familiar click of his secretary's sensible heels, there was a softer, more deliberate tread. A cup of coffee was placed in front of him—black, no sugar, just how he liked it. Pierce's fingers reached for his coffee, but his eyes stared at the shoes his secretary was wearing. Flat cover shoes.His secretary always wore heels; she knew he loved his women in heels—and since she'd started putting on heels, Pierce hadn't seen her in anything but heels.But today told a different story. His secretary had an unfamiliar flat shoe on her legs. Slowly, he lifted his gaze. And there she was.

THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS

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

A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORY.

Pierce Landon sat sprawled in the VIP room of HΞX nightclub. Anyone who saw him could tell he wasn't in a good mood. He hated that she was still alive after all the effort he'd put into it.With such short time to arrange everything, he had to pay a fortune—and yet she escaped death. She survived, and worse, the baby lives."Plan didn't work," he growled, slamming his glass down. Liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the black marble table.Timothy, perched on the edge of the opposite seat, stiffened. "Not here," he muttered, darting a glance at Alex, who'd been staring at Pierce suspiciously.Alex could tell when something was up, and other times, he would be able to find out what was up—but for weeks now, he can't seem to find out what secrets Pierce and Timothy's hushed conversations entailed.Alex leaned forward, curiosity sharpening his gaze. "What plan?""Yeah, don't leave us hanging," Betty chirped, though her playful tone didn't mask the calculating gleam in her eyes. She'd al

DEATH OR DEATH

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

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