Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille Romane & Geschichten

"Congratulations, Alpha Lennox. We never thought an omega would be your mate. Nevertheless, we are happy that you are finally wed to your fated mate." I stiffened upon hearing that voice. Even if a lot of years had already passed, her presence alone could always bring a shiver down my spine. Camille. The brunette. She never failed to tell all the servants that the alpha only belonged to her and no one could take him away from him. She excelled in hurting me in the worst possible way. Until now, I still could not forget all the pains she brought me. She smiled at me. Sickening. Brazen.

“Philip, the only tension I feel is the one building in my fists every time you open your mouth. So stop talking.” “Ouch.” He chuckled and leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Why do you play hard to get so well?” Before she could reply or throw the rest of her scotch in his face, the double doors to the lounge flew open. A sharp click of heels filled the room, pulling their attention. Camille. She strode in, her expression unreadable. “Well done, Nala. From homewrecker to boyfriend thief,” Camille sneered as she approached, each step filled with venom.

“The Black PR had not taken it down, Liora. I won,” I scoffed at the message, then tried calling her, by the time she picked. “What?!,” she asked arrogantly. I need to act heartbroken and betrayed. “How dare you do this to me!. you don't have to go so far…why involve Damien?” I said crying. “You should have known that before you tried to come after my mother…do you know that Damien didn't deny it too, maybe he had been looking for a way to hide you because you are fat and ugly.. I told he would choose me,” Camille taunts.

"Good then. He doesn't know it was me who took Emily out, so he is probably trying to keep it under wraps as much as he can. That selfish bastard. It would hurt his company's stocks if news of his missing wife came out.” "So you are saying Nathan chose his pride over that beautiful damsel?" Vincent asked wide eyed and I glared at him until he was nodding and apologizing even though he had no idea what he I had done wrong. I honestly didn't either, but him calling her beautiful damsel made me upset. “Did you find anything on Camille like her relationships in London before she came back here? She was married and divorced, but to whom?”I asked, getting all serious again and Vincent looked up wi

She slowly looks back over her shoulder, her eyes burning holes into my face, but before she can launch into another rant, Owen wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, kissing the crook of my neck. Camille lets out a shriek, spins back around, and stalks up the staircase, her heels clicking loudly and angrily against the stone with every single step. After she's gone, Owen groans. "And it's just the first day!" "I know. I regret it."

She whispered to him and he glared at me with disdain. “I’ll handle it.” He left her side and grabbed my wrist, pulling me along forcefully and ignoring my screams. As soon as we stepped into the hallway, he freed my wrist but continued to glare at me. “Just go home, Camilla. I will come see you later.” My jaw hung open but no words came out. The corners of my eyes burned, and my heart raced faster than it ever had. “For what exactly? Are you this shameless!? You just got engaged and you want to come see me?” I sniffed but he rolled his eyes, taking a step back.

But I loved her more. My love for her scared me to death. A sigh of exhaustion escaped my lips as I ran my finger through my hair. I couldn’t erase Camille’s images with Conan. That day, she looked so cozy. Their matching black dresses and midnight dates on the beach. It made me resent Conan for making her so happy. Basically, he was offering her everything I hadn’t given her before. I even noticed the way Conan was staring at Camille when we were having dinner. She smiled at his dirty and stupid jokes. There was no ethics in that man’s behavior. Even if he spoke shit, she would still be appreciating him.

Her screams resounded through the cemetery, disrupting the still and silent atmosphere. Everyone turned toward us. The people who were already leaving turned back and returned. The reporters closed in. And soon enough, almost everyone who attended the burial gathered around us, their whispers rising. Yet Camille appeared to pay no regard to the attention. In fact, she seemed hyped by it. “You killed him!” She yelled. “From the first day you entered his life, I always knew it would lead to this someday. A wretched girl with bad omen. You didn't just destroy my marriage, now you have successfully killed my husband!”

Everyone had expected her to be Enzo's chosen mate, but Alpha Marcel chose me, a mere orphan with nothing, to be his son’s mate, and I had immediately jumped on the opportunity because he had been my crush for years. Enzo looked down at me as he bent to look me directly in the eyes. “I, Alpha Enzo Romano Marcel, reject you, Camilla, as my mate,” he spat out in rage, at that moment, I could feel the mate bond break, and the pain was consuming as I let out a scream. It felt like my wolf was on fire, and my body was on fire as I screamed from the pain of rejection, the worst pain a Wolf could ever face.

The voices outside quietened down for some seconds, increasing Haley's confusion. Neither the security man nor the lady spoke again, Until the sounds of footsteps resumed, closer this time. “Where is she!?” Camille barged into the place. “Where is that slut who's been seducing my husband? You'd better come out-” She paused, her gaze snapping to the dining table. Camille staggered and her bag dropped onto the couch, while she let out a loud scream.