All Chapters of The Divorce Game : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CAMILLA“Are you also a virgin, Mr. Castillo, or… are you gay?”I watched his expression shift for the briefest second before he masked it with a smirk.“You want to find out?” he said softly.My breath caught.I never believed that, in just one day, I could find myself in a situation like this.But to understand how I ended up sitting on my bestie's husband, Mr. Castillo, on his thigh and asking him a question that could change everything.ONE DAY AGOThe fact that Lyra had asked me to meet her at the club at this hour of the night was strange. What could be that urgent?The place was packed, Friday night, as expected. I pushed through the crowd toward the bar, following her instructions, but only her purse sat on the stool. Without being told, I already knew where she was. Definitely dancing.I sighed and sat down, rubbing my forehead.Today had been exhausting. Not only had I handled two divorce cases, bringing my record to 499 wins without a single loss, but I had also spent the r

CAMILLAI had never been trapped like this in my entire life.Not in the courtroom. Not while creating a mind-blowing strategy for an impossible case. Not even when everything seemed to be working against me.But now, I was trapped between the loyalty I owed two people who meant so much to me.Something about this entire situation made me deeply uneasy.I had just hung up on Desmond’s call. I’m still stuck with bringing out a better explanation for my actions.I just hope Desmond would forgive me for hanging up his call."Relax, Camilla. Nothing will go wrong,” I whispered to myself, forcing a small smile.The moment the elevator doors opened, my boldness returned.The same boldness I possessed in a courtroom when I took on an impossible case and walked out victorious.This was no different. I would succeed; I knew I would.I stopped in front of Suite 2001. The door stood out from the other three on the floor. There was no doubt it was a private suite, probably reserved for the hotel’

CAMILLA I shouldn't have done it. I didn't even know what had come over me, but for a terrifying second, Sebastian stayed completely still, refusing to kiss me back. My heart hammered so violently against my ribs I was certain he could hear it. What if he pushes me away? I couldn't bear the thought of the cold look on his face, the quiet rejection, and the soul-crushing humiliation that would follow. Damn it, this is embarrassing. My breath hitched as I felt his warm hand settle onto my bare thigh. Slowly, his lips parted, and the moment his tongue flicked against mine, a shockwave ran straight through me. I pulled back instantly, my cheeks burning as my breathing grew shallow and ragged. The air in the room felt far too thick to breathe. I swallowed the dry lump in my throat and forced my eyes up to meet his. His face revealed nothing. No surprise. No hunger. Just that same unreadable, infuriating calm That blankness embarrassed me even more. I had always believed

CAMILLA My brow lifted as I watched her eyes darken. She leaned forward, her fingers trembling as she touched the dark mark on my skin.I waited patiently for her reaction, keeping my face completely blank.She finally looked up at me. "Why do you have so many hickeys, Camilla?" she asked softly.I scoffed and finished the last drop of my wine. "What do you think happened?" I asked flatly.She stared at me in confusion for a few seconds before breaking into a sharp laugh—the loud, mocking laugh she always used when she was looking down on someone."Gosh, you're so funny, Camilla!" she laughed. "You couldn't possibly do anything like that. You're far too conservative."I nodded slowly. "Am I?"A heavy silence settled between us. Lyra stood up, staring at me in total confusion."You're joking with me," she scoffed. "You love Desmond. You wouldn't dare cheat on him. And Sebastian..." She stopped, laughing even harder. "He wouldn't even touch you! If he doesn't find me attractive, why wo

CAMILLA “Are you kidding me right now, Camilla? Why did you move my things?” Desmond asked, his voice dripping with suppressed anger. I couldn't tell if he was trying his best to keep up the act or if he just didn't want his mother to hear us. Either way, I didn't care. I kept typing on my computer. I had to finish this statement; Logan, my colleague, had called to remind me that I was the one taking care of this month's financial statement. I couldn't believe the assignment had been swapped on such short notice. “I'm talking to you, Camilla!” Desmond finally yelled. A soft chuckle escaped me. Honestly, this was the first time he had ever raised his voice at me—simply because this was the first time I had decided to do something he wasn't entirely okay with. My hands paused over the keyboard, and I raised my gaze to meet his. “Why didn't you say anything last night about it?” I asked calmly. His fist clenched before he masked his expression with a small smile and walked toward