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Camille stared at him with fear in her eyes, her insides crumbling at the sight of his anger-filled gaze. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly like this.He had promised her— told her things would be different. He said it would be.But why was he going back on his word? Why was he becoming the monster he swore he wouldn't be?He stared at her with unrestrained anger, the promise he made now a distant memory. His fingers dug into her flesh. "Why the hell were you in that room?" he asked, his voice sharp.Camille's eyes glistened with unshed tears— tears she tried to keep at bay. She didn't want to show weakness, not now. Not when her son was only a few doors away."Fucking answer the question, Camille!" he growled, and she flinched at his tone."I'm... I'm sorry... but... I don't understand," she stammered, her body betraying her as a tear slid down her cheek.Seeing her cry was all it took to bring Pierce back to

It was evening, and Camille sat on her son's bed, listening to him ramble on about his new friend, Micheal. "I love playing with Micheal," he voiced, his eyes glinting with happiness. "You do?" Camille smiled warmly, ruffling his hair just a bit. "Mhm." Elian nodded, then looked up at his mother. "When is Micheal coming again?" "I don't know, son. But don't worry, if you miss Micheal too much, then I will take you to his house." "I miss him already. Can we go now? I want to go now." Elian grumbled, pouting at his mum. She touched the tip of his nose with her finger. "No, we can't. It's almost bedtime, son, and sleep is important." "After I sleep, then can we go see him?" "Maybe..." Camille grinned. "If you are a good son to mommy, then I will take you to Micheal." "I'm always a good son to mommy," Elian muttered cutely, and Camille laughed. "Yes, you've always been a good son to me." She spread her arms wide, and Elian went in for a hug. Camille could feel her worries roll o

Camille Owens stood outside Lumina Group, clutching her bag to her side as she let out a soft sigh, wondering why in the world she was back here—in this damn building—to be Pierce's assistant again. She could lie to herself that she was here only because Pierce had asked her, and she had already agreed. But it wasn't just that. Pierce Landon wasn't the only one who wanted to be close to her. She wanted to be close to him too. If the whole family thing was going to work with Elian, then she needed to fix the past and make the present better. Elian was now in school, so she didn't have to worry about him. The General enrolled him in a private school, and security was nothing to worry about. She was okay with the plan because she knew Elian wished to have friends more than anything. She sighed, pulling herself out of her reverie. It was time for her to be a secretary once more, and even though this was a job she kind of enjoyed, her time working as a prison doctor would always be kep

Camille stared at the building Pierce had just parked in front of, and her first thought was... this isn't the General's estate."Uhm, this isn't the estate?" she said, her gaze curious.Pierce unstrapped his seatbelt. "No, it isn't. This is a hotel," he answered, stepping out of the car.Camille followed suit, alighting from the car and staring at the building, confused. She couldn't understand why Pierce would take her to a hotel, and not the estate."Okay... why are we here?" she asked as he handed his car keys to a valet.Pierce turned to her, his gaze sweeping over her face. His eyes lingered on the puffiness around her eyes, before he answered, "Because your face is swollen. You cried so much earlier, Camille. I don't think it's a good idea for Elian to see you in this state."She took out her phone and stared at her reflection in the camera. He wasn't lying, she did look like someone who cried heavily. Her nose was red, her eyelids heavy and tender.Pierce was right, she can't

Pierce lay beside Camille, his nose buried in her hair, while his arms wrapped tightly around her body.His cock was still buried in her, pulsing faintly... not fully down.He traced lazy circles on her bare hip, his touch possessive yet tender. The room still smelled of sex, their sweat clinging to the sheets.Lifting his head from her hair, he gazed at her softly, a slow smile curving his lips.This moment-this very moment-was something he wished to wake up to every morning. He wouldn't have to look far; she would be next to him, resting in his arms. She'd finally accepted him, and he would do anything not to ruin the beginning of something beautiful.He watched as her chest rose and fell in slow exhausted rhythm. He wished to have her again, to turn her over and bury himself inside her, but...Perhaps he shouldn't chase her away with his insatiable lust. Just for today, he wouldn't trouble her."We should clean up," Pierce murmured, his hand sliding over her.Camille groaned softl