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Chapter 1

Prologue ~ Camilla's POV~ I heard the click of my heels before I heard the airport. That sharp, impatient rhythm followed me across the terminal floor, cutting through the hum of voices and rolling suitcases. My carry-on kept slipping from my shoulder, my suitcase dragged like it resented me, and all I could think was that I was one mistake away from disaster. Not because I overslept. Well… not exactly. Last night had been worth every stolen minute of sleep. Skin on skin. Words breathed so close they were more felt than heard. I’d fallen asleep in my fiancé’s arms and woken still tasting him on my lips. My father wouldn’t forgive me if I missed this flight. This trip wasn’t for fun, it was for business. His business. Chicago, a meeting with one of the company’s top marketing teams. Every seat at that table had weight, and mine had been hard-earned. Missing it wasn’t an option. The departure board flickered ahead, taunting me with the minutes I was running out of. I picked up

Chapter 2

~Camilla's POV ~ Morning sunlight streamed through the thin, sheer curtains as I stood in front of the mirror. It spilled into the bridal suite like warm, liquid gold. It made the ivory walls glow, the room radiating with the ray of sunlight over my dress, making the diamond stones sparkle.Olivia had chosen this wedding dress for me, and I can tell her fashion sense is no joke. I had low fashion sense, or let's say I have no fashion sense. She took it upon herself as my best friend to dress me up even though I turn her down most times. And now she picked the perfect dress for me. I turned to leave when my eyes caught the red velvet ring sitting on the dressing table beside scattered rose petals, my lips curved into a smile, my heart swelling as I thought of George and the moment he would slide the ring onto my finger. A small light knock brought me out of my thoughts. The door creaked softly. My mother slipped in, her eyes glistening. She kissed my hair, her hands trembling s

Chapter 3

~ Camilla's POV ~ The first thing I heard was static—like the rush of ocean waves inside my skull. Then voices. Muffled. Urgent. “…She’s waking up.” “Camilla? Sweetheart… Can you hear me?” My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, lashes damp with tears I didn’t remember shedding. The ceiling spun above me as I tried to open my eyes. Tried sitting up, but Olivia pushed me gently back on the bed. "Just stay still," she said, brows furrowed with worry. My mother’s pale, tear-stained face hovered into view. Beside her, Olivia gripped my hand so tightly my knuckles ached, her forced smile doing a terrible job of hiding the storm in her eyes. My stomach twisted. It wasn’t a dream. George hadn’t shown up. I pushed myself up slowly, every movement heavy with ached, as if an iron band had wrapped around it, tightening with every breath. “Where…where is he?” My mother’s expression crumpled. “We don’t know, darling. He never showed up at the venue. His phone is off. No

Chapter 4

~ Unknown POV ~ The night sky glittered with stars as he stood on his rooftop balcony, the city lights sprawling beneath him like fallen constellations. A half-empty glass of whiskey dangled from his hand, the ice long melted. The wind tugged at his shirt, but he barely felt it. His mind wouldn’t stop turning. On his phone screen, the video of the abandoned bride dominated the news. The clip had already gone viral, spliced, remixed, memed, and dissected. Yet he wasn’t interested in the spectacle. He was interested in her. She hadn’t cried, not at first. Not in public. Not until the very last second, when her knees gave out and her world visibly shattered. “Interesting,” he muttered to himself. “Camilla Baker.” He tested her name, tasting the weight of it. The faint smile that touched his lips vanished the moment he saw her father’s face. Those same eyes stared back at him...haunting him once more, though this time it wasn’t just physical. That look of fear and confusion… he

Chapter 5

The next morning came with a pounding headache. My temples throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the ache clawing at my chest. The whiskey had faded, but the memories hadn’t. They burned, raw and unrelenting.I needed answers.The contract trembled in my hands, though I tried to hold it steady. Every word inked on that page felt like venom seeping into my veins. I stood in the doorway of the living room, staring at my parents as if they were strangers.“You arranged a marriage behind my back?” My voice was sharper than I expected, slicing through the quiet. “With Travis Walker?”My father didn’t flinch. He sat there in his pressed shirt, coffee cup in hand, as calm as if I had asked him about the weather.“You’re lucky he’s even willing,” he said.The words landed like a slap. I glanced at my mother, hoping she’d defend me, but she only shifted uncomfortably, her lips pressed into a tight line.“I’m not doing it,” I snapped. “I don’t even know him. You had no right—”“I had every r

Chapter 6

~Unknown POV ~ The cameras flashed like lightning as Travis Walker’s Maserati rolled up to the front of the glass built skyscraper, with the inscription, Walker industries. Reporters pressed against the barricades, shouting his name, questions rolling over one another. He stepped out of the car, tall, broad-shouldered, face emotionless, every inch dripping with aura. His tailored suit caught the light, his polished shoes hitting the pavement with purpose. He didn’t rush. Travis Walker never rushed. “Mr. Walker, is it true you’re buying out Thompson Steel?” “Travis, how do you respond to the fraud allegations?” “Are the rumors about your marriage to Ms. Baker true?” The questions came like daggers, but he was used to reporters swarming him like flies on a carcass. The last question brought a sly smirk to his lips, he had leaked that little information, now there was no turning back... especially for the Baker's. He was one step ahead of them now. He adjusted his wristwa

Chapter 7

~ Camilla's POV ~ I stormed out of the building the moment I threw on my shades. I couldn’t risk being seen, not with the media flying around with their endless narratives. The nerve of him. That rude jerk! I can’t believe I agreed to this. You had no choice, my inner voice whispered, trying to calm me. “A year, and I’ll have my life back,” I muttered, tightening my grip on my handbag with determination. A few passersby gave me strange looks. Oops. I must have said that out loud. I chuckled nervously, flagged down a cab, and hopped in quickly to save myself further embarrassment. I got home to meet a large truck parked in the driveway. I frowned, wondering what it was until I stepped into the living room. It was crowded, not with people, but with wedding dresses. My mother, Olivia, and a woman in her late forties, who I assumed was the fashion designer, stood among them. Not this again. My chest tightened. I couldn’t stand the sight of a wedding dress, not after all the traum

Chapter 8

~ Unknown POV ~ Travis sat at the VIP lounge in one of the five star club house he owned in the city, sipping on his champagne. He wasn't entirely a fan of clubs, his social life was almost zero, if he hadn't been CEO with so much responsibility he would have been a normal family man who spends the weekends with his family at home. He had come to the bar to clear off his head and wear off his anger with a bottle of champagne, before going home to his little angel. The thoughts of her brought smile on his face and warmed his heart. His day had been a mess the moment the board members were against his decision. Not that he was inlove or something, he could choose whoever he wanted, but he couldn't let go of the chance he had. His jaw tightened as the thoughts crossed his mind. Even after six years, John Baker’s betrayal still haunted him, replaying in his mind as vividly as if it happened yesterday. His face held a dangerous look as he stared in to the space, his hand tighte

Chapter 9

~ Camilla’s POV ~ The ride home was suffocating. The low hum of the car engine broke the silence, but it only served to increase the tension crushing down on me. Olivia hated distractions when driving, she was the type who needed both hands on the wheel and her gaze concentrated on the road. But tonight, the silence felt heavy than a seatbelt around my chest. My best friend was holding back, waiting for the perfect time to burst. I could feel it in the way her knuckles gripped the steering wheel and her jaw clenched as passing cars' headlights spilled across her face. My chest tightened. I had crossed a line tonight, and we both knew it. She'd covered for me earlier, apologizing on my behalf to Travis that i was just drunk after I’d slapped him and cursed him. God, what had I been thinking? The memory played in my head like a horrible movie. The piercing sound of my palm against his face. He sat there silently, his expression unreadable, as if I hadn't just done the un

Chapter 10

~ Camilla’s POV ~ The hall went silent the moment I stepped in. Heads turned, eyes widened, gasps echoing as though I had grown two heads. I walked in with my head high, my dress trailing behind me, black, bold, contrasting sharply against my skin. Satisfaction sank deep into me as I fixed my gaze on the man at the altar, the man I was marrying. A marriage without love, but one of convenience. They had expected white, purity, the vision of a proper bride. They didn’t expect me in black. “Camilla…” my mother’s voice trembled, horror and disapproval etched into her face. My father gave me a scornful look, shaking his head slightly in disappointment. My legs almost wobbled under their judgment, but Olivia’s knowing smile steadied me. We had planned this together. After the incident at the club and our heated conversation in my room, Olivia had forgiven me more easily than usual, leaving me scrambling to remember every detail of that night. But I couldn’t. Travis hadn’t re

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