All Chapters of Married to the billionaire for revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~ Camilla's POV ~ I heard baby giggles before the door slammed shut louder than necessary. I stood instinctively but Alex appeared in front of me immediately, I was taken aback. "I'll escort you back to your quarters, ma'am." His voice came out oddly sharp. I said nothing and just followed him, I knew I wasn't hallucinating, yet I couldn't understand what just happened. The air felt thick with something unspoken — suspicion. I could feel goosebumps on my skin. I had to be more careful. A series of thoughts filled my mind since that night, the words of the stranger kept ringing in my head. 'He's not who you think he is' What could Travis be involved in? I wondered. I was filled with mixed feelings, excitement that I have finally confirmed Travis had a skeleton in hiding and the dread feeling that I might be caught up in all of this. By the time the door opened Travis was long gone, and I was escorted back to the quarters. "You might want to tell what tonight's party i

~ Camilla's POV ~ His warm lips captured mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue stroking slowly as he pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck meeting his pace, a soft moan escaped my lips as he pulled back for me to catch my breath. Soon I was pinned to the table, he pulled my legs apart and stood in between my legs. I could feel the bulge beneath his pants hitting my entrance. His breath came out in short rasps as he grind against me, his eyes darkened with lust. I arched my back, my hands on his shoulders as I bite my lips throwing my head back at the pleasure. This was wrong my head kept screaming yet I couldn't resist, probably because I longed to get laid. Soft moans kept escaping my lips while his grunts filled the room. His head was buried in my neck kissing, nibbling and giving small soft bites that'll probably leave a mark. Just few hours ago we couldn't breathe the same air, but here we are sticking our tongues down each other's throats like sex deprived coup

~Camilla's POV~ "Are you alright?!" Travis asked concern plastered all over his face. "I will be if you let go of me." I muttered as my racing heart slowed pace. At this point the music was turned very low and everyone was watching. We were already the center for attention but now that a commotion is coming along everyone wants to feed their eyes. "I'm sorry ma'am," a trembling voice said. "You need to watch where you're going next time," another voice snapped. I looked back at the owner of the voice to see the very familiar face wincing trying to brush off the fruits from the mocktail drink on her dress. While the server who carried the drinks bowed repeatedly apologizing. "Leila?!" I gasped surprised to see Olivia's sister here. She looked up at me eyes wide and astonished. "Do you know her?" Travis raised a brow. "Of course, Leila's Olivia's sister." Without giving him another glance I turned to Leila, "Let's get you cleaned up." I draped over her shoulder my

~ Travis's POV ~ I walked away from the buzzing music and the grass field filled with people and laughter, into Margaret's plant garden. The evening breeze soothed my mind as the tips of my fingers brushed the flowers while I walked. I let out a sigh as I stared into the sky, filled with so much and yet nothingness—just like myself. Beatrice’s words kept circling in my head. 'Quite the tragedy, what happened to her, wasn’t it?' If only She knew— or maybe she did. Beatrice couldn’t have known how deep that wound ran… unless someone told her. The thought tightened my chest. Whatever reason she had to bring that up, she’d touched something sacred. It was obvious she knew something, she had mentioned my mother alone. She knew who my real mother was. I never got the chance to know her. Not a single picture was left untouched, my father never talked about her and I was forbidden to, till she was buried deep down in our heart. Worse of all, I could hardly remember he

~ Olivia's POV ~We sat on a bench together. I was draped in his jacket, staring into the space while he played his guitar. The stranger with the glasses whose name I didn't know took me out of the party in his car to a park. It was late night already, there weren't many people except for a few couples sitting a bench or two away. I was lost in my own world until the strings began to sound familiar. It was one of my favorite songs; I slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, humming as his fingers stroked the strings perfectly, like they belonged there. For some odd reason, he looked familiar but I couldn't figure where I had met him before. He opened his eyes and caught me staring, but I looked away, feeling heat spread across my face. I was thankful it was pretty dark, else I'd be more embarrassed. My phone rang loudly, coming to the rescue, but my heart raced as I stared at the image on my screen, contemplating whether to answer the call or not.