Chapter 519 - Five Hundred And Nineteen: Enjoy His Son-In-Laws Wealth (1/2)

The third point of view:

Who were the Spencers? A dysfunctional family of professionally trained criminals walking around in suits and dresses. A family where trust is won and betrayal is highly frowned upon. A family so united that one touching one of their own equals asking for bloodshed. With their beautiful and elegant exterior, the world sees them as perfect, but Camille knew those monsters were only human to the one precious to them. Beneath that glamour, they were ruthless, cold-blooded killers when pissed off.

What made her think she had been able to fool him, Camille's brain finally functioned properly. This was Eden, the man who had trust issues. What makes her think he would take her as a wife without looking into her background thoroughly - in and out.

He knew. Camille's blood chilled. Had he married her upon knowing the fact she once was a prostitute? What made him marry her nevertheless. Wasn't she tainted? Dirty.

She wasn't conceited enough to think they were in love with each other - at least then. Sex and the need for a companion was the only thing that brought them together. But now, she doesn't know anymore.

”What did you say?”

”Huh?” Camille was dazed. Like a car, her brain was moving a million miles an hour and she was a little dazed.

”Don't you want to go home?” Eden asked her.

”Huh? Go home?” She looked between Eden and her father. Her mouth opened, Camille wanted to tell her father to run for his life but no words could come out. She was dumbstruck.

She hated her father, yes, but she'd rather him die a natural death than in the hands of Eden. She wouldn't be able to live knowing her husband was responsible for...

Camille squeezed her eyes shut. No, she didn't want to think about it and jinx her luck. So she made up her mind, this dinner between her father and Eden was not going to happen. She would save her father one more time.

However, just as she opened her mouth to speak, Eden's hands closed over her hand on the table and she almost jumped out of her skin.

She gave him a puzzling look.

”You should go and rest,” Eden tucked her hair behind her ear, ”You look pale,”

Why wouldn't she look sick when her husband just caught her giving a huge sum of money to a father she claimed she wasn't on good terms with. Although others might see the action of Eden squeezing her hand tenderly as being affectionate, Camille knew otherwise. This was an order, he didn't want her to protest or go contrary to his orders.

Camille stared into his eyes and though there was the usual playful tug of his lips, Eden's eyes were cold and emotionless - he was angry. With her. Her breath hitched and she tried to wrench her hand out of his but Eden stopped her. No, she couldn't move her hand at all, his grip was concrete.

”I don't want you to get sick in case you're pregnant with my child,” Of course, he had to play that game with her. She denied him a child while keeping such a secret from him. Talk about trust. Ouch.

”Fine, I'll go,” Camille gave in at last, he smiled down at her. She did not care anymore, he should do whatever he wanted with her father. The man had never been a father to her anyway, why care what happens to him?

”What?” her father seemed shocked. Camille bet he had been expecting her to turn down the offer. Well, he has met his waterloo. Eden was like a tick parasite when he wanted something, he'd pierce his way around until he got what he wanted.