Alle Kapitel von The Heiress He Lost, The Woman His Uncle Claimed : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Camilla's POV I wish I was dreaming but how could I when my eyes were starting to flutter open. I remembered the ceiling and tried to register the light and slow return of consciousness. I was so tired last night that I slept off on the couch. And not on the bed. Perhaps I had gotten up to find my way to the bed even though that hardly happens. Amongst my thoughts on letting the room come into focus I had this familiar scent stuck on my head and the realization that there was another pressure on the bed. I turned my head and there he was, right there beside me. Not close. The bed was large enough that there was considerable space between us. The first question that came to my head was the reason Luca would be lying next to me and the only logical answer would be because it wasn't real. He set the wings rule and he was the one who didn't want to make interactions or offer me coffee.So what would he be doing in my bed or was I still too tired that there was something wrong wi

Luca's POV “Why haven't you tried to fuck me, Mr Milano?" Her feminine voice purred in my head. At this point I should have kept on walking. I could do that and send in the maids to lead her back to her room but instead I let my self composure slid off an edge and I started walking towards her. I had spent barely a week learning the difference between what she said and what she meant though right now those things were sitting in the same place and Lord help me I pretend I hadn't heard both of them.As I stopped in front of her she still locked gazes with me with her champagne-loosened version of that composure she wore like a second skin during daylight hours. “Who said I don't want to?" I replied in almost a whisper that was loud enough for hear. I watched something move through her drunk expression, like she wasn't ready for the answer she wanted. She bit her lower lip which did something to my groin but I shrugged it off as soon as it came. " We slept in the same bed,” she

Camilla's POV Seconds after, I was seated right opposite him with my legs crossed and my expression even.I tried to think of the excuse I was going to give when he demanded why I left the house so early and why I was coming back through the east entrance. None of us had moved and it was torturing to watch him casually take a sip from his drink while narrowing his gaze to me during every passing second, as if to check my composure. After his third sip since I sat down, I decided to say something even before he brought it up. “I owe you an apology," I said. He looked at me, his piercing gaze distracting me but I managed to keep my voice even. " Last night… I had too much to drink and I said something that was inappropriate….“Don't." He held up his hand slightly. Staring at me with the expression with an unreadable expression. My brow arched. "Don't? But I'm apologizing…” "I know what you are doing Camilla,” tilting his head. "But why are you sorry?” I suddenly didn't underst

Camilla's POVThis could be what he meant in that paper, getting back at us, trying to get me back. Of course I knew we had the upper hand and there was no way any of what he was saying was valid but I couldn't help but ponder over it while leaving the office and even now. Sleep refused to come. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling and replaying the words of Mr Calloway over and over.The questions of the reporters. The tension in the boardroom. The obvious threats. The emails. The way everything had nearly exploded before being contained at the last minute.I rolled over on the bed more than once, staying on my side before laying on my back. With an exhausting sigh, I threw the blankets aside and sat up. I grabbed the silk robe hanging over the chair and slipped it on before leaving my room. Unlike during the day, night lights were on around the house, making it more ethereal than it should be.I made my way to the kitchen downstairs and filled a glass with water. Half

Camilla's POV We didn't leave until they finalized everything and produced accurate documents where it was clear that Nathaniel would pay for extra damages.To convince the public how much we loved each other, we came out of the office by evening holding hands as we got into the car together.I felt extremely good about myself, like I had gotten the validation I needed to inwardly convince myself that I was more than what the Hartfords made me feel. Like a baby producing machine and nothing more. Though Luca hadn't said a word since we got home other than the short business calls he made every ten minutes. I took off my blazer the second I got home and unbuttoned the first buttons, kicked off my heels and strode over to the barI stood in front of the wine rack for a moment.“What do you think about a mini celebration?" Luca, who had already started to make his way upstairs, paused. I selected a bottle of red wine and reached for two glasses. Before returning back to the main s