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~Camila’s POV~
I woke up grumbling because I didn’t feel well. I stretched my legs, hands, and body as I welcomed the beautiful morning. I could
feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster. I could also feel the anxiety rising within me, which made me want to vomit all of a
sudden. Within a split second, I was already tearing through the hallway in the direction of the restroom. I felt bile rising in my
throat, and I started to continuously throw up while holding the side of the toilet bowl. I wiped the inside of my mouth with the
palm of my hand and then sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. I am so tired and exhausted by the amount of food I threw
out, not to mention that I haven’t eaten anything yet. I used my hand to push the loose strands of my hair away from my face. I
tried to use the ground for balance, but I fell back down as I tried to get up. I remained motionless in the same spot because I
had no idea what to do. Even the effort needed to make a phone call to ask for help is beyond my capacity right now. After what
seemed like twenty minutes of sitting on the floor, I attempted to stand up again as I felt the urge to throw up again; however, I
was unable to do so. I started crawling to the toilet and clung to the toilet’s sides as I puked again. I was too queasy to look up
when I heard the bathroom door fling open, and I didn’t know who was suddenly petting my back, but I couldn’t care less. I was
just relieved I wasn’t alone.
After I was done, I finally looked up to find none other than Chris. I could tell that he was anxious, and I could make out the
movement of his lips, but I was unable to understand what he was saying. I sat back down on the floor, and he lowered himself
to his knees next to me, gently stroking my face. I grabbed his hands and tried to balance on him.
“Princess, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape. Let me call a doctor.” I was finally able to hear him. I nodded and
flushed the toilet before dragging myself to the sink. Once there, I turned on the water and splashed cold water on my face
multiple times before putting some of it in my mouth to clean it. I reached for a towel, and just as I was about to wipe my mouth
heard was Chris calling my name.
When I finally opened my eyes, it had been four hours since everything had transpired, and my thoughts were racing as I tried to
piece together what had taken place. I sat back on my bed, but it wasn’t my bed, and it certainly wasn’t my villa. I realized that I
was in a strange place. I was about to stand up when I heard someone say something that stopped me.
“Don’t move. You have to get some sleep. Doctor’s orders.” He said that as he held me by the shoulder and tried to make me fall
back asleep.
“Where am I?” I asked with a hoarse voice, remembering suddenly that I had just thrown up and was knocked out.
“Home, you are home.” I took a look around, and after some consideration, I came to the conclusion that this is not my house,
but rather his.
“But this is not my house.”
“That is not your home, Princess. Your home is right here, with my son and me.”
“Son, where has my son gone?” As I struggled to get out of bed, I questioned. But then an angelic voice spoke to me, soothing
my entire being.
“Hey, Mom, I got a chocolate cake for you. I made it myself.” I grabbed the cake and started eating as if it had been years since
the last time I had food in my mouth. That made Liam laugh. “Would you like more?” Like a little kid, I nodded, and Liam came
back with another piece of cake for me.
“Oh my God, you have no idea how good this is, baby.” I breathed out and devoured the cake. Liam squealed with laughter,
climbed onto the bed to hug me, and mumbled,
“Maybe my little sister loves the cake.” I choked on the cake.
“What!”
“How are you feeling?”
Like shit!
I turned to look at him, expecting him to explain what was going on, but instead, he sat down on the bed, pulled me into his arms,
and then covered me with the sheet. While we were lying down on the bed, I had my head on his chest, and his chin was resting
on my head while he wrapped his hands around me. I had the distinct impression that he was extremely possessive of me in
some way.
“Princess, I have decided that I do not want you to continue working. I will take over the companies. You have done enough, and
I don’t want you to put yourself at risk. Luke will be taking over your responsibilities, and you will be working from home from this
point forward. You can design here just like before.” I looked at him with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but he
cut me off. “And that is final. No discussion.” He smoothed the back of his hair with the palm of his hand.
“What exactly is going on?”
“Listen, I love you so much that the possibility that I might have to live without you one day makes me feel sick to my stomach. I
don’t want you to go anywhere. I’ll pick Liam up and drop him off at school. I will be doing everything from now on. You have
been overworking yourself with the three companies. Right now, I want you to focus on CAMMY. I’ll speak with your brother
about MDZ Enterprise. For the time being, I do not want your involvement in that establishment.
“What gives you the right to make that decision for me?”
“Because I am your husband, and I am sick and tired of this cat-and-mouse game. I want my wife and son to return home. I long
for my family. Camila Christopher Grayston.” He’s trying to keep something from me. I just can’t pin down what it is. “I want to
sleep next to you, and I want your face to be the one that I see for the very last time at night and the very first thing that I see
when I wake up every single day. I’ll be damned if I put you out there for the Coopers to toy with.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just know that your priorities from now on are your family and your company, nothing else. Am I clear?”
But then... I nodded.
What’s with the sudden change?
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