All Chapters of Claimed by the rival CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Camila’s pov My fiancé is having sex with my sister on our engagement night. The thought echoed through my mind, but it still didn't feel real.Just hours earlier, I had believed today would be the happiest day of my life. The day I, Camila Stones, the quiet, adopted daughter who never quite fit into the gilded frame of her own family, would finally secure her place and be engaged to Alex Laurent, the heir to Laurent Holdings.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the yacht’s luxurious master suite, the one I had designed myself with soft champagne silk walls, warm walnut accents, and lighting that made everything feel like a dream. The dress hugged my curves like it had been poured over me—ivory satin that caught the light with every breath, delicate lace tracing my shoulders and plunging just enough to feel elegant rather than exposed. My dark hair was swept up in soft waves, diamonds sparkling at my throat. I looked like the perfect bride-to-be.But inside, my stomach twis

Camilla’s POV The cameras went crazy. Light exploded across the deck like lightning strikes, dozens of shutters clicking in rapid succession. Reporters shouted over each other, their voices blending into an incoherent roar. I stood frozen on the stage, the microphone still in my hand, my words hanging in the air like smoke. Because I just caught him having sex with my sister. Then I saw my mother. Eleanor Stones collapsed as if someone had cut her strings. One moment she was standing rigid beside my father, the next she was on the floor, one hand pressed to her chest, her perfect blonde hair coming loose from its pins. "Eleanor!" Someone screamed. Guests rushed toward her. I watched it happen like I was underwater—slow, distant, unreal. My father's eyes found mine across the crowd. The look in his eyes made my stomach drop. Red. Furious. Not concerned about me. Not heartbroken for me. Furious—because I had done exactly what my mother warned me not to do. I had embarrassed

Camilla’s POV His words wrapped around me like a dark promise. Let me make you forget.I answered him with another kiss, desperate and unfiltered, savoring the way his mouth claimed mine. My fingers dug into his shoulders as his hand roamed down my side, gripping my hip through the bunched satin. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire.I should stop. The thought flickered through my mind. I wasn’t the type of woman who threw her at a stranger in her yacht suite while her engagement ring was still on her finger. But I was so damn tired of being the woman everyone expected me to be—the perfect daughter, the graceful fiancée, the safe.Tonight, I didn’t want to be her anymore.He kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking mine in a rhythm that made my toes curl. His hand slid up my thigh, pushing the dress higher until the cool air met my skin. When his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties, I gasped into his mouth. He didn’t rush. He teased, tracing the fabric with l