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CamillaThe taxi driver must have sensed my desperation because he didn't ask questions. He just drove until we stopped in front of the hotel bar I had described. Temptation. My sobs had quieted to a numb ache by the time he pulled over. I handed him cash without counting, and stumbled out into the night.I often visited the bar once every month so it was the only place I could think of. I pushed through the door, going straight to my favorite booth. I'd never been much of a drinker, Dylan always said it made me "too emotional," as if that was a bad thing. But tonight? I needed to drown. Drown the betrayal, the stupidity, the gaping hole where my heart used to be.I slid into the booth and waved at Gina who was a waitress at the club. She came up to me and raised an eyebrow. "What'll it be, Cam? The usuals?""No, I need something stronger. Like a very strong whiskey," I said, my voice strained from all the crying. "It should be neat."She looked at me like she wanted to ask me somethi

Camilla Thursday, September 4, 2025. I was going to be a bride who had just given 22 hours and 44 minutes to prepare for her wedding and who knew the groom 22 hours 36 minutes to the wedding through the internet. Not to mention he was twice my age. My mother stormed into my room around 5 am to get me ready. Apparently the groom wanted the marriage to be in the morning because he had some work to do. It was weird but nobody could question Don Salvatore. I looked at the clock as the maids dragged my corset blouse until I was sure that I had broken some ribs. 7: 10 am. I had just 50 more minutes. I came down the stairs and Vanessa gave me a look over. " At least you don't look like a whore this time.”I closed my eyes. I pictured myself bolting through the garden, barefoot, with my makeup, screaming for someone, anyone, to help me. I pictured the guards tackling me, my father’s disappointed sigh and Leo’s hand on my shoulder like a chain.I pictured dying on that altar. I could just g

CamillaWow! The freedom, the pleasurable freedom I had felt that night had been planned. I had been played. Again.Was I really that dumb? At least now I knew what kind of game we were playing."Planned," I said, my voice coming out flatter than I expected. "You knew who I was.""I knew my father was marrying some money grubbing girl. And then I saw you in the bar." He pocketed the phone. "And when I did? Yeah. I made a choice.""Money grubbing?!""It's why the others come. For the money, the fame, the prestige."I laughed dryly. "So what, you fucked me to get leverage? To humiliate your father? To....""All of the above," he cut in. "And besides you were kind of desperate."I clenched my fist. "Believe me, I wouldn't have allowed you to touch me, if I knew what kind of a bastard you are."He smiled. "I think you would." I stared at him for a long moment, and the stupid girl from two nights ago, the one who'd gasped against his mouth and come apart on his fingers like I'd never be

Camilla The dining hall was too big for just three people.Mrs. Leo had woken me up this morning to tell me that breakfast was ready. After the initial shock of what had happened last night, I had been so relieved that I slept well. But as I walked in now, I remembered the way Vittorio had pointed his gun at me. He was seated at the head and Lucas was on the left side, already halfway through a plate of eggs. He looked up as I walked in and gave me that stupid smile that made me want to slap it off his face.I sat across from him beside Vittorio. A servant appeared beside me, pouring coffee into a cup. "Good morning, Camilla," Vittorio said.I flinched, swearing as hot coffee spilled on my hands.He raised his eyebrows and Lucas looked at me like I had grown two heads but I couldn't help it. The sound of his voice made my whole body tighten. Last night he had pointed a gun at me. "Good morning," I mumbled."Did you sleep well?""Yes," I replied quietly, hoping he would get tired a

VittorioI was two minutes behind my schedule all because of someone who seemed to mistake my patience for weakness. Now, I was seated in the back of a black SUV, with my phone pressed against my ear."You got the money?" Bella's voice came through the speaker, rudely. The voice of a woman who knew exactly what she was worth."Yes." I replied calmly."Good but I need an extra million with it.""That wasn't the deal, Bella.""You have the money, Don Salvatore. And I did the job quite well. She left him and loathes him now. I heard she is married to you, isn't she?"I watched the jet's lights blink in the distance. "I don't want to drag this out. I have the money, what we agreed on and that's what I would give you."She laughed, "I wonder what your new bride would say when she realizes that you planned everything. You want her badly, don't you? You would have given me 5 million dollars to break her and her boyfriend up. What do you see in her anyways? I'm way better and sexier than th