All Chapters of Married to the billionaire for revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~ Camilla’s POV ~ Startled for a moment. How did he know? I glanced around the room as if I’d find cameras hidden in the walls. Paranoia made my skin prickle. Did Travis have someone following me? Or worse... was Stephanie reporting back to him? “Cam?” Olivia called again. “What’s taking you so long?” I placed the phone on my vanity in the closet ignoring the message. “Coming!” My voice loud so she could hear. I tugged the sundress over my head in annoyance. This was insane. I wasn’t a prisoner. I wasn’t a child. And he wasn’t my keeper. I grabbed my bag and phone before storming back into the living room. “Finally.” Olivia jumped up, clapping like she’d won a bet. “See? Sunshine dress. Much better than business-lawyer-wife vibes.” “No, you didn't just say that,” I threw her a playful glare. "Well, yes I did." She replied dramatically. ——— The private beach shimmered in sunlight, the water stretched endlessly like the sky. We laid on the sun lounger in our bikini, sipp

~ Travis’s POV ~ It was late in the evening by the time we got back home. The drive back was quiet, with Camilla still deep asleep, her head tucked beneath my chin, her breath steady. I hated how much relief that simple rhythm of her heartbeat gave me. By the time we pulled into the estate, the mansion lights cut across the driveway like spotlights. The front doors opened before I reached them with Camilla in my arms. I strode into the main house…something I dread in the past few months. But seeing the cars in the driveway, I knew she was here. And this was inevitable. “Well, well.” The very familiar voice drifted through the living room as I stepped in, stopping me in my tracks. Margaret Lewis, sat on the sofa, legs crossed. A tea cup in her hands, the scent of jasmine filled the air as she sipped on it. Her eyes went straight to the woman in my arms. The way Margaret’s eyes lingered on Camilla told me she’d already filed her under leverage. “How romantic!” Margaret sa

~ Camilla's POV ~ My eyes cracked open slowly but I shut them back immediately against the flood of morning light. I wondered who opened the curtains so early in the morning. I rolled onto my chest to do my awkward morning stretch when I caught the scent of the sheet. It smelled of heavy and strong masculine cologne. My stomach dropped, memories from the previous night flushed in, and I quickly sat upright on the bed. My hands curled around my hair as I buried my face between my legs. Of all places, I had slept in his room, on his bed like nothing mattered. I had sworn not to close an eye last night, more or less close both, and somehow I ended up sleeping. “Don't get too comfortable,” his cold voice boomed all of a sudden, I jerked my head up startled. “You can move back to your quarters now, Stephanie is waiting downstairs.” he said without looking up from his laptop on the desk across the room. I scowled in annoyance as I got off the bed to leave. I was already feelin

~ Camilla's POV ~I spotted men in suits gathered near the stables with Travis fuming and pacing at the centre, his hands moved as he spoke; it was obvious he was barking orders. What was the fuse about? I thought as I rode quickly towards them urging the horse faster.The horse neighed loudly as we got closer, grabbing their attention. Relief flashed across the staff faces as though they saw some sort of salvation, most of them were shivering while the others sweat profusely.I got off the horse and handed the reins to one of the staff who was shivering in fear. “What's going on?” I asked. Travis strode towards me hands in his pocket. His face calm, too calm for the storm brewing in his eyes, I gulped nervously. “You take such pleasure in defying me.” He said through gritted teeth as he unbuckled my helmet with ease.I scoffed, heat flushed down my cheeks at the that sudden intimacy. “Defying you? What are you some kind of king?” He slid his arm around my waist

~Travis’ POV~ Fierce. Brave. Bold Reckless! The words rang loudly in my head as the horse leapt in the air and took off. My eyes widened in shock. What the hell was she thinking?! “Stop her!” I barked at the men outside. They both exchanged puzzled looks, “She’s a trained rider, she'll be fine.” One of the men with a brown cowboy hat said and the other who seemed to be a junior staff nodded in agreement. “Do you have a dead wish?!” My voice cut cold through gritted teeth. “I don't care if she's trained or not. I do not want her on that horse.” “She already rode off, you expect us to chase after her?” Cowboy hat mocked, both men laughed under their breath. I chuckled dryly, my jaw tightened with a clenched fist. I shook my head slightly, then it dawned on me they didn't know who I was. They'd be begging for their lives by the time they find out. A man in his early forties walked out of the stables holding a bucket. “What's going on—”He froze at the sight of me. “