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SILVAN My head was pounding, and the bass from the speakers was vibrating through my glass, but I couldn't care less.Ever since that damned phone call yesterday, things had been awkward between us. Camille gave me the cold shoulder and left for her apartment in the morning. Not like I cared, though; I wanted to give her space too. And I was a bit sorry for my harshness and bluntness towards her.The truth is, I couldn't admit I found her attractive, even though she wasn't my type of lady. Although she was confident, I could tell she was timid, naive, and way too soft for someone like me.By 8 PM, Clara wouldn't stop calling. She begged me to meet her at the Twilight Bar, whining about how I was avoiding her. I only went because my uncle wouldn't shut up about keeping the Bennett family happy until the merger was signed.And here I was."Silvan, darling, are you even paying attention to me?" Clara pouted, leaning over the table. "Yeah, Clara. Fascinating," I muttered, taking a swing

SILVANWhen Martha brought out the plate, Camille picked up her fork and shoved the food into her mouth, chewing with so much aggressive force that she looked like she wanted to bite my head off instead. I ate my breakfast in silence, thoroughly amused by her silent rage.A few minutes later, Reto walked into the dining room, glancing at his watch. “Good morning, Mr. Alder. Good morning, Mrs. Alder.”Camille didn't even look at him. She just let out a petty, aggressive "Mm-hmm," stood up from the table, and stormed straight out the front doors.I looked at the table, and the plate of food was half unfinished. Martha, who had been standing in the dining room, looked at me with a concerned expression. Later, a loud BOOM echoed from the driveway, which I guessed was a car door slamming. Reto winced slightly, looking at me. "Sounds like a rough morning."I didn't answer. I wiped my mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked out to the garage.She was already sitting at the back of the b

CAMILLEStanding near the entryway was a beautiful lady. She was wearing a figure-hugging cream coat over a tight designer dress, her long blonde hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. She was also holding a leather folder in one hand, her bright blue eyes scanning Silvan with a mix of familiarity and obvious hunger.“Silvan, darling.” She smiled as she walked in. “Your secretary downstairs said you were in a private meeting, but I figured you wouldn’t mind me dropping by.”Silvan didn't move forward to greet her. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture rigid. “You shouldn't be in my office, Clara. You know my office is off-limits to board guests.”“Oh, stop being so serious,” the lady laughed, stepping closer to slide her hand over his forearm, her painted red nails standing out against his dark suit. “I'm not a guest. My father sent over the revised shareholder documents for the annual global gala. I thought I'd deliver them personally... and maybe see if you

CAMILLE I noticed as his long fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, the tension mapping out every vein across the back of his hands. I couldn't help it as my mind wandered what it would feel like if those fingers were gripping me. Higher up. Like, my bare ass. Shit! I mentally slapped myself, my cheeks were already heating up, I forced my eyes back to the windshield. What the hell was wrong with me? I was losing my mind, and being such a damn perv. “I hate surprises." I muttered under my breath. He turned to look at me smiling. “You’ll love this one.” A few minutes later, he drove into a car park. “We're here." He announced under his breath. My heart completely skipped a beat. I turned to look at Silvan, my eyes wide. I couldn't believe it. I knew exactly where we were. Maison de Valois was the most expensive fashion house in the entire city. A single dress there cost more than a small apartment. “What are we doing here?" I asked, looking back at the giant gold logo

SILVAN It's a fake marriage, Silvan, you blackmailed me into it.” She answered harshly, rolling her eyes at me. Fuck! That little gesture of hers turned me on. I don't know why, but for some unknown reasons, I seem to be growing a soft spot for her. Today after eavesdropping on Mateo's conversation with her, and seeing her in that dress, I haven't been myself, and I could feel my little man already throbbing, perhaps it was pent up stress I needed to realize so bad. “You sure have a sharp tongue and a nasty attitude." I said, smirking at her, stepping on the gas, the car roaring as I merged onto the highway. I turned, looking at her, as she stared at me too, not blinking for once, I smiled, focusing back on the road. This girl might be the death of me. "The ring on your finger is real. The wedding was real, and if we go public, they'll see you as mine.” I said, leaving no room for arguments. "I will not have my wife meeting with another man behind my back. You are not to see him