Kamille's POVAs the weekend sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the kitchen, I walked down the stairs with my kids already bathed and dressed.We walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and have some fun. Of course I would be the one preparing breakfast. Soon the tantalizing aroma of pancakes sizzling on the griddle filled the air, mingling with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee for me and hot latte for the kids.I moved about the kitchen flipping the pancakes and pouring steaming cups of latte into mugs adorned with cheerful patterns. "Mom, can I help with the pancakes?" Reon asked eagerly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.I smiled warmly at him, nodding in agreement. "Of course, Reon," I replied, passing him some napkins. "You can help me give your siblings each."“Okay mummy,” He replied and went to his siblings sitting across the table to share their napkins.“Mummy, thank you,” Tyris said from her seat. “Thank you mummy, do you need he
Kamille's POV“What's up with you ladies?” I asked.“We're good love,” Amanda replied.“How are the kids?” Belle chimed in.“They're good and having fun, while I'm stuck up here.” I replied with a smile tugging at my lips.“How else do you want it to be?” Amanda asked.“Well, yunno anything else balanced,” I replied and we all laughed.“Don't be silly Kam,” Belle said as we recovered from the brief laughing.“Of course, I could not have wished for a better case scenario,” I replied with a smile. “And oh, thank you once again for Tyris's hat, she loved it,” I added."Oh, it was nothing, really," Belle replied modestly, her voice tinged with warmth.“Right, how about we hang out. It has been like forever since we last did,” Amanda suggested.“I support that motion too!” Belle squealed. “We need to go out, take a break and unwind a bit,” she added excitedly.I hesitated, my mind flashing back to the last time I had attempted to go out with Chris, only for it to end in disaster with Royer
Kamille's POVLeaning on the door, I felt my breath quicken and the urge to place my hands on my chest, but my hands were occupied with the kid's pizza and ice cream."Why the hell did I let him kiss me like that?" I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. "Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?"Lost in my thoughts, I stood there in the hallway, grappling with conflicting emotions. Part of me was drawn to Chris, his kindness and I also felt sorry for him because of what he had to go through. But another part of me was wary, feeling unsure of what was actually going on.“Miss Kamille?”I turned as Nanny Dona's warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality. "Is everything okay?" Nanny Dona asked, her tone filled with concern. Startled, I turned to face Nanny Dona, my mind racing as I tried to compose myself. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, forcing a smile despite the uncertainty that was gnawing at my insides. "I was just.
Ellen’s POVWhen I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Zeke's coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain. What the hell is wrong with his brain? I tossed the covers aside, had my bath, and got dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough.As I made my way out of the room, the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, but it did little to quell my rising frustration. I walked into the dining room, only to see Zeke standing up from the table as I approached."Good morning," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didn't respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable."Zeke, wait," I called out, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didn't look at me. "Why are you treating me like this?"His eyes flicked to my hand on his arm, and with a swift motion, he pulled away, glaring at me. "I hate it when filth stains me," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.I gasped, the words h
Kamille's POV As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped snugly around my body, I reached for the hairdryer to tame the unruly strands of my hair. The soft whirring of the dryer filled the air as I began to brush through the damp strands of hair, coaxing them into submission.Midway through my hair-drying routine, the familiar buzz of my phone disrupted the tranquility of the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, I see Zeke's name flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat.Why the hell is he calling me from the blues? For a fleeting moment, I considered the possibility of hearing his voice, but then, I reminded myself of the extent to which he kept lying to me. With a resigned sigh, I set the phone back down, opting to focus on getting myself dressed. As I continued to dry my hair, my thoughts drifted to the letter that had arrived earlier.The address it contained, a car park near a playground, loomed in my mind. I tried to assess how secure the environment
Kamille's POV I stepped out of the car, glancing around for any sign of the lawyer. The park was quiet, the surrounding buildings casting long shadows in the fading afternoon light. I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the area."Are you sure this is the right place?" Zeke asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he joined me on the sidewalk."Yes, this is the address the lawyer gave me," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "The mail was sent to my house, just like he said it would be."We waited in silence, the minutes stretching into what felt like an eternity. I checked my phone, hoping for some sign, some indication that we were in the right place. But there was nothing.Just then, my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a new message. My heart skipped a beat as I read it:Your mail was intercepted. This is the real venue, 1457 Lexington Avenue, Lusborg.I showed the message to Zeke, my hands trembling slightly. "They intercepted the mai
Zeke's POV I sat in my study, going over the recent happenings in the business world. I came across the one billion pounds investment by the anonymous investor onto the Manor's Company.“Who would want to do such a thing with his brain still intact?” I muttered to myself.Except there's an ulterior motive. I sighed. The business world was fast becoming more and more risky and I was not going to allow Kamille get caught up in the middle.I picked up my phone and glanced at it. The morning had come and gone, and I still hadn't heard back from Kamille regarding my request to meet. I dialed her number.It rang a few times before she answered. "Hello?" Her voice was soft, cautious."Kamille, it's Zeke," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I haven't heard from you. I wanted to check if you're okay."There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost hear her thinking. "I'm fine," she replied. "Just trying to process everything.""I understand," I said, my mind racing with concern
Kamille's POV Tucking my children into bed each night had become a sacred ritual for me. It was the one time of day when everything felt serene and normal. Tonight was no different. I first went to the boys' room. Torin, Royer, and Reon were already half asleep, their soft breathing filling the room. I bent down, kissed each of their foreheads, and whispered, "Goodnight, my loves. Sweet dreams."As I left their room, I headed toward Tyris's room which is closest to mine. When I opened her door, I found her clutching her new favorite teddy bear, the one Zeke had given her during our hospital stay. She looked so peaceful, holding onto that small piece of comfort. I tucked her in gently, careful not to wake her, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, baby," I whispered.I returned to my own room, but sleep evaded me. Zeke's words about the lawyer kept replaying in my mind. Why would they plant a dead body in the room? What was their plan? The questions swirled around, re