Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Did I complain?” He asked, staring straight in the eyes, “Did I ever make you feel one less human?”
“I don’t know…” Camille bit on her lips, “I just assumed that you would be angry that I hide the fact that I worked as a prostitute. I practically deceived you”
“I would be angry?” He snorted a chuckle, “At the fact that my wife had been with other men?” he intentionally didn’t use the word, “prostitute”. It was condescending, “Come on, Camille, this is the twenty-first century,”
Tears stung her eyes, “You don’t find me dirty?” she asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.
Although she had left the trade, society wasn’t exactly welcoming to those “who had sold their body for money”. They were seen as inferior. As sinners.
“No, you’re not dirty at all,” Eden wiped away the tears that slipped down her cheeks with his palm, “You’re a special, wonderful, beautiful,?woman to me. You are not dirty at all,”
“Why?” Camille shook her head, “Why would you say so? Why would you still put up with me even after I did things behind your back? You’re rich and powerful, you could have any other woman as plentiful as you want, you don’t even love me -“
“Who said I don’t love you?” Eden interrupted her.
“W-what?” Camille felt the breath leave her lungs. What did she just hear?
“I love you, Camille Sparks,”
Camille scratched her head in confusion, “How’s that possible? Didn’t you say Maria is the -“
“Fuck you, woman, I’m confessing to you and you’re bringing up the past,” Eden cursed, yet took a breath and explained carefully, “I admit I once felt something for Maria but then feelings change and right now, I don’t think I can live without you,”.
For a moment, Camille didn’t say anything, rather tears flow down and the next, she threw herself on Eden, kissing him fully on the mouth.
“I love you too, Eden Sparks,” She told him, her heart bursting with happiness.
Eden kissed her this time and she kissed him back eagerly. However, what was intended as a sweet, short kiss evolved into something deeper and both knew they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other.
“What about Anabelle?” Camille gasped as Eden trailed a blazing kiss over her neck, “We have to get her, remember?” she breathed with difficulty.
“Don’t worry, Anabelle can wait a little more, I can’t. Moreover, I’m sure as hell she’s having the time of her life at Niles’s place,”
The third point of view:
Anabelle wasn’t having the time of her life at Niles’s place at all. Everyone had gathered around for breakfast and she’s going to say, it was the most awkward breakfast she had ever participated.
Niles was at the table with them and the awkwardness skyrocketed to level hundred. She wondered what was going on in her uncle’s mind, joining them for dinner – he probably wanted to monitor them. Annabelle wouldn’t mind having breakfast with Julie in Isabella’s room. Having breakfast with Niles present was equivalent to having a dark cloud over their heads.
None of the kids at the table attempted to speak in fear of incurring Niles’ wrath except the triple trouble who were bickering in whispers as usual. Reina was not present because she was speaking with Emily and Camille about the wedding arrangements and the trip to Lincolnshire.
Anabelle looked across the table at her boyfriend who didn’t seem as elevated as she was about this breakfast of a thing. Neither was Isabella. However, her cousin was not someone to be overthrown by such a mere setback. Isabella had better plans.
Anabelle was startled when someone’s feet touched her and turned to give Isabella a look. What the hell was that for? However, Isabella gave her cousin her signature blank look and continued her search.
Pedro was diligently eating his breakfast when something touched his thigh and he almost jumped out of his skin.
“What is it?” Niles asked with a deep furrow, noticing his action.
“Sorry,” Pedro apologized, “The hot soup hurt my tongue,” He lied through his teeth. What soup? It was simply Isabella’s feet treading into forbidden territory blindly.
“Eat carefully,” Niles told him, which took Pedro by surprise. Was that care he sensed in the man’s voice? Were they good now? The boy wondered.
Having averted that tragedy, Pedro turned to Isabella and both began to communicate with their eyes.
“Be good,” He warned.
Isabella smirked, “Why? Isn’t it fun?”
“I’m serious,” Pedro scowled at her. It was fun until her father buries him alive.
Meanwhile, Julie, who was seated beside Pedro, couldn’t help but notice the silent communication. What the hell was wrong with the both of them? They were so weird.
Then his gaze fell on Anabelle and there was longing in there. Although he hadn’t told anyone, Julie sensed he was being held prisoner here. As someone who was raised in a crime family, he could read the tell-tale. The way he was being guarded with their eyes following every one of his movements explained it all. Even when he was called down for breakfast, the guards had watched him like a hawk, hence it was too real to be waved aside as a coincidence.
Anyway, he was not bothered by the vigilance knowing Niles would never harm him. Doing so would only set off a war between both families – a war that would not end well. Julie surmised this had to do with his engagement with Isabella – Niles was not stupid nor petty enough to imprison him just to keep him away from Anabelle. Niles is a busy man, you know.
A foot touched him, Julie frowned. Then he tactically looked down only to see Pedro and Isabella playing a game of tug beneath the table. Those two rascals. Can’t they have decency at all!
Pedro was in hot trouble. Isabella was unrelenting and he didn’t want to get on the bad side of Niles, not now their relationship had been patched a bit – that is if Niles found out. So he let her have her way just so peace could reign.
There was a grin on Isabella’s face as her feet trailed up Pedro’s thigh, dragging her toes across the rough fabric of his pants. His breath hitched and it excited her.
However, looking upon Isabella’s expression, her face was passive as she ate her meal. If it wasn’t the fact she had unintentionally touched Julie and Anabelle, both of them wouldn’t have known what was happening at all.
Sweat dripped down Pedro’s face as Isabella rubbed his crotch through his pant. He almost released a moan if it wasn’t the fact he stuffed his mouth with the food at once.
“Mmm,” his moan came out that way instead, “Delicious,” Pedro grinned at Niles who smiled – he was the one who cooked. Since this was the first (and the last time) they would be eating together, Niles decided to bless them with his excellent cooking skill.
Isabella chuckled, “Is it that good?” she alluded to the – you – know – what – I’m – talking – about.
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be good,” Niles said proudly, “It’s your father’s cooking,” He misunderstood the whole thing.
Pedro gulped, he was dead meat once Niles found out what was going on. The man trusted him! But what could he do? His daughter was simply a daredevil!
“Pedro, are you sick?” Neon asked him, startling him from his thoughts.
“W-what?”
“Veins are bulging out from your neck,” The boy innocently pointed out, “You almost look like me when I’m constipated,” Neon joked.