Semua Bab Belonging To My Stepbrother After Divorce.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Matias POV She’s insane. No, she’s beyond insane. She's completely, utterly unhinged. I stare at the empty space where she stood just minutes ago, that goddamn gun still echoing in my ears even though it never fired. My hands are clenched into fists at my sides. I feel the tremble in them. The kind of tremble I haven’t felt in over ten years. Not since I put a bullet through a man’s head at age sixteen and didn’t waver. But she had me blinking. Shaking. Exposed. Camilla. Fucking Camilla. What the hell has she become? I thought… no, I knew she was soft. She was always the soft one, the polished one, the one meant to smile beside Daddy. I used to laugh at how delicate she was, the little porcelain girl with perfect English vowels and too much innocence to survive the rot we came from. But what I saw few moments ago? That wasn’t soft anymore. That was fire. Razor. Reckless fury clothed in soft skin and glinting eyes. And that gun in her hand pressed to her temple. I thought I’d m

Camilla – POVThe street winds like a lazy ribbon, laundry swaying from tiny balconies above us. Sicily smells like citrus and danger. I walk beside London, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark coat, his face relaxed, his mouth shut.He hadn’t said a word since we left Matias’s house. Since I insisted on following him. The silence started off as something tolerable, mutual maybe even companionable. But now it’s pressing into my chest like weight.I sigh and glance at him.“Is everything okay, Lon?”He doesn't answer immediately. He just looks at me. And then, for a moment, his lips twitch and he gives me a small smile, genuine, warm. It’s the kind of smile Matias never offers, not anymore.London shrugs. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”I narrow my eyes. “You sure?" He nods, then looks away.I let silence sit between us for a few more steps before poking at it again. “You know, for someone that always has a comeback, you’re awfully quiet.”London chuckles, rubbing the back of his n

Camilla’s POVI stare at the message on my phone, hands trembling slightly even though I hate admitting it.“How dare you think you could run away and block me? Don’t you know you’re sick? You need someone to take care of you.”God. I run a hand down my face and mutter, “Jessica shouldn't come here.”I don’t know if the message is from her but every word tightens my chest, wrapping around my lungs like barbed wire. Whoever sent that… they know too much. They know I left. They know I blocked everyone. And worst of all—they know I'm sick. And it's only Jessica, Jessica is the only one that knows too much about me.I let the phone fall to the bed.Everything suddenly feels too tight, my clothes, my skin, the thoughts crowding my mind. I strip out of my dress and walk into the bathroom. The house is still silent, save for the occasional hum of a car outside and London’s faint voice on a phone call downstairs.The bathroom is too pretty for how I feel. Sparkling and gold fixtures, Italian

Camilla's POVHe slides his hand out of the water, dripping and glistening, then leans in until his lips graze the shell of my ear.“I should punish you,” he murmurs. “For touching yourself while thinking of me. But you want punishment, don’t you, Camilla?”A shiver runs through me, not from the water but from him. His voice. That wicked, dominant tone that never asked instead it just took.“I—I didn’t mean to—”“You did,” he says, eyes burning. “You needed me. And instead, you locked yourself in a bathtub pretending your fingers could replace mine.”My cheeks burn in humiliation but it’s the truth.He reaches around and tilts my chin up. “Don’t ever lie to me about what you want. I always know.” He presses his forehead to mine, his breath shaking now. “Because I’m the only one who gets to break you.”I gasp. There it is. That dangerous confession. The truth buried under every cruel smirk, every threatening glare. The thing we’ve danced around for years. That for all his cruelty, all

Camilla's POVBoth their heads snap toward me. Hers with a curious tilt, his with a glint of something hard in his cold, unreadable eyes.Camilla, don’t crumble.He looks like a statue,impassive, almost bored. Except I know him better than that. There’s a spark behind his gaze, something dreadery, I’ve seen that look before. It’s the look of a man who’s already prepared for war.“Didn’t know you were awake,” he says calmly, straightening slightly. He doesn’t move away from the woman.I force my expression into something neutral. “Didn’t know you were entertaining guests.”The woman smiles, like she’s enjoying this. Like she can smell the jealousy radiating off me in waves. Maybe she can.“I’m Sophia,” she says, voice smooth and syrupy. “Old friend of Marcus.”I want to slap the gloss right off her lips.“I see,” I reply flatly. “Well. I’ll give you two sometime then”I start to turn, but Matias speaks again, this time, with that subtle steel in his tone that I hate and crave all at on