His Second Wife

Chapter 80

~Camila’s POV~ All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

What I have just heard is still too much for me to process at this point. I knew Mark was up to no good, but I never imagined he’d come after me. But one thing is clear after hearing Chris and his grandfather’s conversation. Mark isn’t really after me; he’s looking for something else. I need to get to Luke before Chris. I took out my phone and dialed Luke’s number. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

Luke: Hello, beautiful.

Camila: Except that you are beautiful too, bitch.

He started guffawing all of a sudden.

Luke: Okay, okay. What’s going on?

Camila: I need a favor.

Luke: Name your price, baby.

Camila: I… actually… I want to meet with you before you can meet with Chris. Make up an excuse.

Luke: Okay, girl.

I quickly took my bath and put on the same clothes as the ones I wore when going into the club to meet Chris. I am certain that there is more to this story than meets the eye. If Mark is after me for money, I have to know the reason. But then I feel like he is after something else, not just the money. When I was done, Chris walked in with a tray full of breakfast. This is something I could get used to.

“Morning, princess.” Holy crap, just hearing that name brings back dark desires of what this man did to me just a few hours ago. His being shirtless and carrying a tray is everything.

“Hey, Daddy.” He smiled and walked up to me, then kissed my forehead.

“How was your night?” I gave him a sincere smile.

“The best,” I replied.

“I’m relieved.” He said this as he set the tray on the nightstand and then looked at me with concern. “Princess?” I hummed as he called out. “That thing between your thighs is mine and mine alone. Do you understand?”

I really don’t know where that’s coming from. Does he think I would sleep with another man?

“Do you think I’m going to cheat on you?”

“It’s not like I don’t trust you, Princess. I believe in you; I just don’t trust the people around you.”

“Are you jealous now?” I said as I picked up the cup of coffee on the nightstand. He looked down and sighed.

“Yes, yes, I am jealous, Camille. I want to lock you up inside so no one can see you and start eye- fucking you. I feel like killing everyone who looks at you for more than 30 seconds.”

OMG, Christopher Grayston just admitted to being jealous. Now, this is new. Who is this man standing in front of me, and what has he done to the arrogant man that I chose to spend the rest of my life with?

I walked up to him and said, “I am your wife, and you have to trust me for this to work. I want to sleep next to you every day.” I’d like to sleep in the same bed as you and our son. I want to experience all those things you couldn’t share with us. Trust the process.” I said as I finished up the breakfast. Chris was an excellent cook. I leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss before grabbing my bag and saying, “Let me go be the boss of Grayston Group.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said so, and I chuckled. This better works. And if my suspensions are correct, I would be able to change my strategy. Robin drove me to the coffee shop, where I was supposed to meet up with Luke. I arrived a little early.

After five minutes of waiting, Luke finally walked in, dashing as ever. “Look at you, beautiful as always.” He grinned.

“And why am I summoned and told not to inform his highness, My Lady?” I burst out laughing.

“For the lady, a decaf cappuccino with whip cream, and filter coffee for me.” I put in our order. “I need your help with something, and I know you know something or rather have something against the Cooper family, especially Mark Cooper.” He didn’t look surprised; he just smiled and set his gaze back while looking at me.

“Mark and I dated for four years, but he never wanted anyone to know. I was fine at first because he was with me, and to be honest, Mark was not my target. Back then there were rumors that Chris might be gay, so I was going for the big fish, but then Mark noticed me and he started taking me out. Then he told me he was into me, and we started dating because I later learned that Chris was straight.”

“Wow, so you wanted my husband?”

“Urgh, come on, bitch, you weren’t in the picture, and who wouldn’t want to have a piece of that steak?”

“Steak!” I gasped.

“What are you jealous of? I mean, you have the steak all to yourself now.”

“We’re divorced, remember?”

“Which one of us are you trying to trick here, me or the public? Anyway, allow me to say my chunk. I’m not going to say much, but what if it wasn’t only me who was going after Chris? What if someone else wanted him and distracted me, leading me to believe he was interested in me because he knew if Christopher Grayston was gay, he wouldn’t choose him over me? What if someone still wants Chris, but with a lot of ulterior motives?” He said this while picking up his cup of coffee and started to sip it.

“Are you saying Mark wants Chris for himself?

“What if there is more to his obsession?” I turned to face Luke. Mark was all over me during the launch; could it be because he wanted to get me out of the way, just like he did with Luke? But he doesn’t know that Chris and I are still husband and wife. What exactly is he after? What is his obsession? Realization dawned on me, and I gasped and looked at Luke with my eyes wide open. Luke raised his cup of coffee, signaling a cheer. Then he continued, “What should I tell his highness because he will summon me?”

“Spill the beans to him about everything you know. Leave your suspensions out of it; if he still doesn’t believe you, know that you did your part.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I paid for my coffee, said my goodbyes, and walked away.

I have a family to destroy!