~Christopher’s POV~

My wife, it is really her; she is here, with me in my time of need. What is she doing here?

She smiled, “The name is Camille, and you are?” I grinned. She is truly remarkable. Never give up on me, on us, no matter what. She must have noticed that I was all over the place. I grinned once more.

“My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris, Stopher, or whatever you see fit.” She calls me that when she’s angry. I used to detest that nickname, but hearing her use such an idiotic nickname is like listening to music to my ears.

“I’ll go with Stopher.” She gave a nervous smile and looked at the bartender. “I’ll have Dalmore Decades on the rocks.”

What?

“I prefer my drinks to be strong,” she stated.

“I can see.”

like you to a club

to get a job, but I could secure myself a job with all my qualifications. I’ve had a lot of interviews, but no one seems interested in hiring me because they believe I’m

“That sucks.”

am Mexican.” She’s trying to tell me why she married me. She wants me to get to know her. Why did I ever fucking think my wife was a little girl? Our conversations aren’t forced. I looked at her and

into my soul since the day I

“You look like you need it.” I nodded and stared at her. She then leaned in to give me a hug. “It’s better you are facing a betrayal which you can still survive without a friend. I left Mexico to come here to be on my own without the help of my family. I am just looking for greener

family. Why do you feel like you need

born with a silver spoon, but no one knows, because I don’t want that kind of fame. I want the fame that I will create for myself. Not because I am the daughter of a certain someone and have

my own company. I didn’t know this piece of information about her. I’m glad we can finally talk about the things I failed to ask before

me. I said that in the back

can’t help myself. I fell in love with her like a fool, but I’m willing to heed my grandfather’s advice to “trust Camila.” If he can trust her with our empire, why shouldn’t I

me in: something in her voice, something in her curves, something in the way she walked, something in her eyes, something in her lips… Something about her just keeps drawing

my son. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never had feelings for Claudia, or should I say, Carman. It was all about sex. Camila taught me to love my son. I did love Liam, but this girl in front of me taught me to love him on a whole

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