Scorned Ex Wife Novel Camille Novels & Stories

I did not get to finish it. It started as a murmur near the champagne table — a phone tilted toward another phone, a laugh that wasn't the kind you wanted at a wedding. By the time I understood what was on the screen, it was already everywhere. Grainy club footage, timestamped six days ago. Ace Stone's hands in some woman's hair. Her mouth on his. My hands. My mouth. I didn't need to see my own face to know. Someone near the string quartet said the groom's name like it was a headline already, and it was — Billionaire Ace Stone's Secret Kiss, Six Days Before I Do — spreading through phones faster than the string quartet could finish their song.

TRACEY'S P.O.V I stood in dismay watching as Camillé walked away with her shoulders held high in arrogance. I couldn’t help but sigh out loud. Camillé actually threatened me, all because of a grown-ass man. Was she really kidding me. Acting like a psychopathic wife when she was just a Fiancée. I scoffed. She shouldn't be facing me. I wasn't the one who snapped at her or who said I hated her meal. I wasn't her so-called fiancée either.

Guilt crawled up my throat, whispering that I was the only thing standing in the way of a mother trying to atone for her sins. "I’m just afraid of making the wrong move, Shan," I whispered. "The only wrong move is believing in tears without receipts. Shut up and watch." A heavy, cloying scent of roses suddenly invaded my senses, drowning out the warm aroma of coffee. It was thick and suffocating, as if someone had shattered a bottle of expensive perfume right next to our table. My stomach churned—a visceral, physical rejection of the scent. Camille walked in. Her gait was unsteady, as if every step on the marble floor was an unbearable burden. A silk scarf was draped loosely around her neck,

I am a man and I know what that look means. The man's assessing eyes shifted to me slowly, almost amused and still holding my mother's hand in that same vice-like grip. “Your wife?” He repeated. I opened my mouth to talk, but I could only swallow instead. It suddenly felt like we were standing on ice! “She's your ex wife,” he added without raising his voice. Not even his expression. The words landed like a wakeup punch. Clean and precise. Immediately she said that, he released mother's hand. The sudden loss of support made her stumble sideways, her body pitching slightly as though she hadn't realized how much force he had been using to hold her in place. Her heels scraped against the floor,

a hoarse voice whispered in my ear, “it’s me.” His lips moved to my neck, inhaling deeply before letting out a satisfied sigh. His body was hot, as if he just returned from a long run. His scent, mixed with other smells, was now unpleasant. I sniffed carefully and recognized that strange scent— I had smelled something similar on Camille. So he just had sex with Camille, still carrying her scent, and came back to me. Pain and shame overwhelmed me. Summoning unknown courage, I pushed him away, screaming, “No, don’t!”

"I had to see it for myself. When Julian told me you were actually going through with this farce, I didn't believe him. But look at you. White silk. Black diamonds. You really are trying to play the part." "I am marrying the Alpha of the Enforcer Division, Camilla. It isn't a play," I retorted, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "Oh, sweetie." Camilla reached up, her manicured nails lightly brushing the lace of my skirt, a gesture that felt like a threat. "You think this is a victory? You think because Rowan dragged you out of the gutter after Julian threw you away, it means you're wanted?" She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripp

"You're dripping all over the chaise, Camille. Think of what Garrett would say if he saw his 'perfect' wife like this. Open, weeping, and begging the help to finish her off." Camille was lost. She was a machine of pure, unadulterated lust, her hips bucking frantically against mine with a feral intensity. She started to make small, high-pitched sounds in the back of her throat, her body tensing as the friction reached a boiling point. The scent of our combined musk was heavy and thick, a primal perfume that fueled my own hunger. I increased the pace further, my fingers working inside her with a brutal rhythm while our bodies merged in the scissoring motion. "I'm going to cum!... I can't take

The light reflected by the crystal chandelier exploded on her retina, and she instantly felt her heart pierced by countless needles. "See? Men are all the same, they can't control their lower bodies." Camilla watched her smugly, holding a glass of champagne. Sheila found it ridiculous: "Camilla, I helped you, why are you doing this to me? You're just a viper." Camilla didn't care: "You were just trying to get back at my husband, not trying to help me." "Watching your man messing around with another woman, disgusting, isn't it?" "Haha, that's how I felt that day. I'm glad you can share that feeling with me."

she snaps. “ I am done with you, Hector. I have moved on. It's only right after everything that you've done to me. I have a new life now, a new mate who actually respects me. And even if I didn’t, I would rather be alone than with someone like you.” Her words hit like a slap, and I feel my carefully constructed mask slip. A new mate? The thought burns, jealousy twisting in my gut. “Camilla, please,” I say, reaching for her arm, but she pulls away, her eyes blazing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Last time you just wanted me to keep my mouth shut about being your baby daddy. Little Cindy wants me to play hitman now? Who do you want dead so badly?” I didn’t flinch. “Camilla Salvatore.” Frank’s amusement faded, replaced by a calculating look. “Camilla? That’s your husband’s ex, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I replied, my jaw tightening. “She’s the reason my life is falling apart. Lester still compares me to her, even after everything I’ve done for him. I want her gone, for good.” Frank moved closer, his tone dripping with mockery. “So, the princess has finally had enough, huh? And you think killing Camilla will solve all your problems?”