Camila POV
"Will you take this man to be your husband?" The pastor asked softly. I glanced at the pastor for a while, then to the man I was pledging to honor and obey– a man whom I had vowed vengeance for, whom I had no plans of fulfilling those promises and I muttered a yes...
This was A week ago!!
I sat at the dinner table waiting for my – well date was the only word I could think of right now. Alexander Turner was the only son of the conglomerate owner, in the last five years, the family business had developed more hotels, within and outside the country, a few others financed cooperation and now they had branched into construction.
They were wealthy, and that wealth afforded them the luxury of having things their way but not this time, I was not letting anyone get away with taking my mother's life.
A tall figure cut across the floor, one glance and I knew that was Alex, he was tall maybe six feet three, and he had broader shoulders than Five years ago, his face more angular and colder as I glanced up into his blue eyes which held a little bit of recognition.
He definitely had an idea we had met before, but he didn't know about my mother, and he wouldn't until I was done with my revenge plans.
"Well if it isn't my groom to be" I grinned and he huffed sitting down.
"You are definitely not Nancy Norman."
I shrugged, leaning back into my seat, Nancy was somewhere shopping with her friends, they would likely spend two hours or more before coming here to have breakfast.
"Nancy is not a marriage fan. So here I am" I said, spreading my arms wide open.
A waiter wandered to us setting a menu on the table, I picked one as Alex ordered the wine.
I scanned through the list swallowing the prices of food. The little girl in me who had grown up without money, had to eat stale rice two days in a row just so we could afford to pay rent. I wasn't used to spending over a thousand dollars on a meal when I could get a whole week's worth for that. But I wasn't that girl anymore, I'd moved up the ladder, and I was now an elite if one could call it that.
"What will you have?" Alexander asked and I glanced at him and then the waiter returned even though I hadn't noticed. I placed my order, closed the menu, and looked at him
"Our wedding is in a week," I said and he smiled.
"Then Let's introduce ourselves" he offered with a short grin, I chuckled.
"I already know who you are. I'm Camila Norman" I said shortly and he nodded.
"That's good, and yes the wedding is in a week."
"Are you okay with that?'' he asked. I started to answer but paused when the waiter came in with our meals, we let him do his job and then once he was gone I turned back to Alex.
As I looked at him, memories from years ago seeped through me, the feel of his touch, his grip against my waist, the scent of his cologne tickling my nostrils, and the strings of arousal that followed.
"I do what my father tells me" I replied and he laughed.
"Of course" he replied and I smiled.
"I have one question, why are you marrying me?" He asked and paused eating, took a sip of his wine then stared at me.
"I need a wife at some point, your father is a Lawyer and I listen to my father" he replied, I smiled, feeling that was straightforward.
We went back to eating dinner. I asked random questions about his life, playing interested but I knew as much about him as I could through several researches I've done on him.
"I have been working at the Turner's Hotel," I said softly and he paused.
"I didn't know that" He mumbled, looking surprised. I smiled, of course he didn't.
"You know you'll have to give up the job, right?" he asked and I smiled, nodding my head in acceptance, I wasn't losing much. l, would be trading the office for a more personal Intel into the Turner's family, my revenge would be taken.
He led me out of the restaurant after dinner, his hand wrapped around my waist so gently that I could feel it every time we moved.
Finally, he pressed a kiss to my cheek like the perfect gentleman and watched my car drive off...
A week later..!
The vows were taken, and I said yes. The pastor blessed the marriage, Mr Peter was smooching Mr Turner so hard that I was certain he'd have burns from being on his knees too long.
"You're very beautiful dear" Mrs Bella, Alexander's foster mother said patting my hand, she seemed nice enough. She's a short woman with brown hair that fell to her chin in a sleek and fashionable cut, but something about her seemed wrong though– it was in her eyes I wasn't sure what it was so I ignored it.
She praised me, and introduced me to the elite of the town, to women who murmured behind their backs at me.
I knew they were doing it, I could hear what they said
"She's pretty, I won't lie."
"How did she manage to get him?"
"She's not even a socialite" they all muttered behind my back, their eyes glittering with jealousy. It amused me that others could want something I would so easily discard.
"You look like you need a drink," a man said, handing me a glass of champagne. I grimaced while taking it from his hand with a grateful smile.
"Thank you" I replied, taking a sip. I looked at him and frowned, he looked familiar like I'd seen him somewhere, he was tall, but not as tall as Alex was, he had hazel set eyes and a wide nose, he was handsome and he stared at me like he was trying to dissect me.
"No problem, the society misses are all on a buzz since the most eligible bachelor is off the market" he replied and I smiled,
"They're trying to scent blood" I replied, he laughed loudly and I smiled.
"I'm afraid I need to use the restroom" I offered and he grinned, gesturing to the room.
I dropped the glass and glanced around. Alex was in the corner with his father and a bunch of older men. I walked past them and into the Turner's house, a place that would be my home for the foreseeable future.
I found the bathroom easily, I walked and let out a loud breath, my first free breath in over one week, I looked at myself in the mirror.
My face was streaked with makeup to make me pretty and ethereal all of them hiding the true nature of what I wanted, reaching to my neck, I unclasped the necklace on my neck and opened the locket, opening it I stared at the picture within, a small picture of my mother fitted into the frame perfectly.
"I'm getting there Mom. I promise" I whispered, closing my eyes against the tears that threatened to fall, I closed the locket and put it back around my neck.
I walked out of the bathroom, and towards the stairs, I turned around to see who it was and tripped on my feet, the falling motion was familiar, I tensed ready for impact, ready to fall to the ground my eyes shut closed on instinct but then I stumbled against a hard body, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, I opened my eyes slowly and gazed into warm hazel eyes.
He looked at me and smiled.
"My damsel in distress" he whispered and I laughed, he set me on my feet, his arm still wrapped around me, his eyes staring into mine. A voice boomed across the hall.
"What the hell is going on here?"