Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille Novels & Stories

"They taste like battery acid but they are ridiculously cheap." "Yeah, I can definitely taste the lime." Camille laughed softly and leaned back in her seat as she felt the alcohol seeping into her system already. "So what brought you all the way to New York?" "An ex." The brunette shrugged as she mindlessly dipped a fry in ketchup. "I was married but it ended when I found him cheating on me." "Oh gosh, I'm sorry." Camille frowned.

The scalpel scraping the scarred-over joints, day after day of soaking them in medicine, the feeling of ants crawling through the seams of the bone, that maddening pain I'd swallowed hundreds of times over. And I owed every bit of it to Adrian. "You. How is it you?" The shriek came from Camilla, glaring at me like she wanted to peel the skin off my bones. "You filthy bitch. I should have just killed you back then." She came at me, face contorted, like she meant to take me down with her, but before she got close one of my men slammed her back. Only then did I spare her a glance. "The Marlowe Don is dead, Camilla. You're not a princess looking down on anyone anymore."

Camilla questioned dramatically, Slamming her palms together in a mocking manner. “I’m not a whore,” Sophie protest. She was starting to regret why she came here in the first place. She still didn’t show it, that she was trembling inside. “Do you know, I caught her fucking my Ex husband in my house,” Camilla spilled the beans, making Kayla gasp, dramatically placing her hands on her chest. They Kept their voice low, as to not drag unwanted attention. “Oh my gosh, Sophie,” Kayla called dramatically, making Sophie face twist into a frown as she glared at the two women sitting before her.

I need proof that his Sperm count is low but I haven’t gotten solid evidence and I’ll be needing that if I want to sue him in court. I just need to hurry with getting solid evidence to provide to the court. “See you in c…” I was about to speak when I heard a loud scream from the staircase. And I and Daniel immediately turned to see who it was that was screaming so loud and shockingly it was Liliana that fell off the staircase. I was shocked with my mouth open and stiff. I couldn't move. Neither could Daniel. We watch Liliana roll down the staircase screaming with her pregnancy. Blood was all over her body and her voice became lower; she no longer had enough strength to scream.

“Oh, don’t look so defensive. I’m just here to check on Roman’s new... project.” “Project?” I repeated, a hint of resentment in my voice. With her back against the chair, she leaned nonchalantly and murmured, "That's what you are, aren't you? A small charity case that Roman chose to accept. How charming.” As heat rose to my cheeks, I squirmed. “I’m his wife.” Camille laughed, a sound so light and cruel it cut like glass. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t actually believe that, do you? This is nothing more than a business deal, a favor for your pathetic father.”

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

I stalled, looking around and suddenly I caught sight of Gabriel approaching with a beautiful tall blonde lady in a black exquisite dress, they were walking hand in hand and gave the picture of a powerful couple. Who was the lady!? A new fling? I tried to pipe down the jealousy rising within me. “What a sight! Easton Grant and my recently divorced wife.” He said with a smug smile . “Damasco.” Easton greeted and the men made a tight handshake while I and the blonde lady sized up each other. “Didn’t know you can still attend galas like this. You must be getting too old for this.” Gabriel said in a mocking tone. Evil bastard.

"What will you say to your wife after twenty years?" "Ex-wife," I snarled, my hands clenched into fists beside me. "And what the hell are you doing here?" Fuck did Camille know about her? My relationship with Victoria wasn't exactly private, it had caused enough scandal and scars to last me a fucking lifetime. But I didn't want Camille to find out about it. I wanted her to remain the pure untouched part of my life.

Chapter 161. Camilla stared at the photo for the tenth time today, a very wide, wicked grin playing at the corners of her lips. She was back inside her luxury hotel room now, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed as she stared down at the brightly lit screen of her phone again. “Nova, Nova, Nova. What a total slut you are,” Camilla whispered to the empty room, her voice full of pure venom and disgust. “Sleeping with your own ex-husband’s uncle? What a very bad thing, yet what a sweet thing for you to do.”