The New Rule

~CAMILLA POV I just stared with wide eyes, my opening aching excruciatingly from his erection. My nipples were painfully hard and throbbing.I'd never meant to wail. I'd tried to bear the pain but—My eyes burned as more tears gathered, almost blurring my vision.His question still hung in the air between us, charging the silence with a tension palpable enough to choke me.His gaze drifted from my blood stain on his finger and landed on me, his eyes sharp as a hawk.“Camilla?” His voice was soft—not from affection but disbelief and shock. “You're a virgin?”My gaze fell on the moisture on his fingers again under the dim glow of the chandeliers, my pulse jarring to my ears. I opened my mouth but nothing came up. I've been caught. I've ruined everything.I felt the tremors of my lower lip, igniting a wave of feverish sensation in my chest.“Why—are you making a big deal outta this?” I tried to steady my voice. “You only had an affair with me once…a long time ago before we even talked a

The Real Bride Shows Up Unannounced

~CAMILLA POV:I walked down the grand stairs to the dining room, the air filled with the sweet aroma of spicy food. My food was already served; the silverware glinted to mirror polish under the bright lights of the chandeliers. Arthur's food wasn't served yet, and he wasn't in here either. One of the chairs scraped slightly against the lustrous floor as I pulled it and sat.The plates clinked as I opened them, the aroma wafting into my nostrils. The food was clearly one of Pamela's favorites, and something I wouldn't even mention if I had a choice. But it wasn't so bad. I felt quite relieved about my curiosity as Arthur didn't join me for dinner. I quickly gobbled down the food and wiped my mouth with serviettes before he came downstairs—but he never did, even after I was done eating.“Need anything else, Mrs. Bellingham?” One of the chefs’ soft voices broke into my thoughts and I blinked. She was standing beside me in a neat apron and cap.“Oh, no, I'm fine,” I forced a smile despit

He Ignores His Real Wife

~WRITER'S POV:Camilla ran to her sister and placed both trembling hands on Pamela's shoulders. “Pamela!” Her voice was breathless as if she was at the brink of passing out. “I…I've been—”But Pamela shoved her away, cutting off the sentence like a knife.Camilla stumbled back, nearly twisting an ankle in her heels, and murmurs rippled through the crowd again.Pamela's face was warped with hatred, her eyes hard as a rock as she glared at her sister. “You stole my life! My marriage! Everything!”Camilla gasped, her eyes bulging with both terror and shock. “N—No… I—I—”“You've always been envious of me!” Pamela's voice cut through the noise like a blade. “You know you're nothing like me! And you surely know that although we're twin sisters, you can never be me! You'd always wanted to have my life! But you keep hiding behind your useless gothic stuff! You'd always wanted to take everything!”“No!” Camilla cried, taking a step toward her sister. “It's… it's…not—”Her eyes drifted toward A

More Mysteries

ARTHUR'S POV: I paused at the door.I could've ignored her. But the way she cried—My jaw worked quietly as I tried to make sense of the situation.And the pregnancy—“What do you want?” My voice was crisp.“I…I'm your wife, Arthur,” Her voice came out broken, but I didn't move yet. “You…you shouldn't be asking what I want.”My wife.“Pamela,” I said and finally turned to face her again as my men scattered out of my way. “I'm going to ask you one last time. What—do—you—want?”The hall had fallen into a pin-drop silence, the guests staring expectantly, and Pamela—she looked like she was holding back a cry.I glanced briefly at my wristwatch, then back at her.“I—I—”I watched as she struggled to speak. Pamela never stuttered as far as I know. But now she was. There must be more to this. She must be hiding something—something I needed to know. “You what?” My voice cut through the vast space.With one hand still clutched to her belly, she placed the other on the floor to push herself u

Lies That Told The Truth

ARTHUR'S POV:“Why are you doing this, Arthur?” Lydia asked, a subtle trace of desperation in her eyes. “You've got me feeling you're still head over heels for Camilla even after knowing about her deceit. Are you that concerned about her?”“You think?” It wasn’t an exact question. “Is that why you got her kidnapped? Or you think I wouldn't figure it out? She was my damned wife. There's no way secrets can lurk so long beneath my nose, Lydia.”“Was,” she echoed quietly, her lips curving into a smile that looked smug to me.“It was in the past,” she continued. “At least, not after the truth has been unveiled.”“I'm going to ask you just two questions, Lydia,” My voice thickened with rage.Her hands were still in my grip, and I squeezed them hard until she let out a wet gasp. Her hands were already clammy in my hand.“Did you kidnap Camilla and orchestrate that event to ruin me?”“You're…You're hurting me, Arthur,” She winced, trying to pull away.My grip intensified, and she looked utter

THE CONFESSION

Camilla's POV:The fog was clearing as the morning sun rose.I'd left my apartment completely now, scanning the street for any sight of a stalker. My eyes drifted to the lines of trees enveloping the environment, and then landed on a car parked a few distances away. It was a vague view, but I was certain about what it was.My breath caught in my throat.Could that be Richard?I seemed to be holding my breath, my gaze never averting from that car as I was waiting for the cab I'd called.As people walked by, I lowered my head, tugging at my scarf to make sure my face was properly shrouded and obscured.Soon, the cab arrived, and I got in the backseat.**Lost in thought, I watched buildings pass in streaks of blurs from the window. I was barely registering the news of the static voices from the car's radio until I heard Camilla.And I blinked.“....yes, the girl couldn't stand the humiliation.” A lady spoke.“How pathetic…” Another voice came.“Yeah, we all know all ladies are dying to