Chapter 81

Camille paced the length of the lavish bedroom like a caged predator, her bare feet silent on the thick Persian rug. Every step she took was sharp, agitated, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as if she could physically fight the walls closing in around her.‘How did I let this happen?’ The thought burned through her mind like acid. She, Camille Lockhart — the woman who had clawed her way from nothing to build C&A Sardines into a powerhouse — felt weak. Pathetic. The frustration clawed at her chest until she wanted to scream. She stopped at the window, yanking the heavy velvet curtain aside. Nothing but endless dark forest stared back at her. Trees so thick they swallowed the moonlight. There were no lights, no roads, no hope.She truly was in the middle of nowhere. The realization settled like lead in her stomach. Even if she screamed until her throat bled, no one would hear. Even if she ran, how far could she get before he caught her? The isolation was suffocating.

Chapter 82

Roderick sat on the edge of his king-sized bed in the master suite of the penthouse, the city lights twinkling far below the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was past 7:30 PM, and the exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on his shoulders. His laptop was open on the bedside table when a notification from Ten popped up.He clicked it open. The screen filled with several photos and a short video clip. Conrad was captured at one of the southern seaports, speaking closely with a group of rough-looking merchants near their boats.Roderick’s jaw tightened as he watched the footage. Ten’s call came through immediately after.He answered on the first ring. “What’s the context of this video?”Ten’s voice was steady on the other end. “I wasn’t able to get the full conversation. Conrad and the merchants went into one of the small lodging houses at the port right after. But there’s no doubt about it — Conrad is one of Miguel’s most trusted men. He’s been lingering around that area lately but hasn

Chapter 83

Miguel stood over her, breathing hard, eyes dark with fury and lust. Camille scrambled backward on the bed, but he was faster. He unbuckled his belt with quick, angry movements and grabbed her wrists. She fought him, twisting and kicking, but he pinned her down with his weight.“No— Miguel, please!” she begged, voice breaking. “Don’t do this. I’m sorry…just stop!”He ignored her completely. He forced her arms above her head and wrapped the belt tightly around her wrists, buckling it to the sturdy wooden bed stand. The leather dug into her skin as she pulled desperately against it, the metal clinking loudly.Miguel got off the bed and walked to a side door she hadn’t noticed before. He opened it, revealing a hidden room bathed in low blue lighting. The walls were lined with shelves of sex toys, restraints, whips, paddles, and other equipment… a private, fully equipped space designed for his darkest desires.He disappeared inside for a moment and returned holding a thick, realistic d

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