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SILVAN The kitchen was silent, save for the low sizzle of the iron skillet on the stove. I stood completely frozen, staring at the doorway. Camille was standing under the bright kitchen lights, wearing nothing but a lace nightgown and silk robe that left absolutely zero to the imagination. The night gown hugged her waist, dipping dangerously low to frame her chest. Her wet hair clung to her collarbones, the damp ends dripping drops of water on her bare skin. She caught me staring, and a flirtatious smirk touched her lips. What are you staring at?" she asked, in a teasing tone. "My husband?” I blinked, genuinely caught off guard. Husband? I had practically forced her into this contract, and she had fought me every single step of the way, and now… she was standing in my kitchen looking like a walking sin, calling me her husband. “Husband?" I repeated, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. Camille tilted her head, stepping fully into the kitchen. "What? You don't like the

CAMILLE And for the first time since I knew him, he looked totally different, he had the face of a man who was seeing his bride for the first time. His hand dropped slowly from his watch, as his gaze eyed me all over. I could feel his eyes boring holes in my skin and that made me more nervous. It lingered more on my burst and I instinctively rubbed my chest, codedly trying to hide it from his intense stares.The silence in the room was uncomfortable. Silvan swallowed hard as he took slow steps towards me, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply in his throat.Mateo nudged me, a smug, victorious grin on his face "Well?" He asked. "Do we like it, Silvan?”Silvan didn't look at Mateo. His eyes were entirely fixed on me until he closed the distance, his gaze dropping to my lips."Box it up," Silvan ordered, his voice sounding rough. "She's wearing it to the Alder Global Gala next week.”Wait what? We didn't talk about this.Mateo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, though he was practical