Chapter 104 Camilla’s Pov.
As he spoke those words, his gaze became colder and crueler as he waited impatiently to hear what I had to say but I didn't utter a single word and I think that was enough of an answer. I was speechless, as if someone was grabbing my neck and stifling whatever I tried to say.
I couldn't read his facial expression but I knew it was nothing good written on it as his eyes pierced my soul, setting me on fire. I felt like ages passed before I uttered the word that had been stuck in my throat.
“Yes.”
A single, simple word that meant nothing but at the same time, meant so freaking much.
Àlvaro's reaction was confusing. I expected way more but he just laughed, shaking his head. His laugh was ironic, cold, distant. Somehow, saying this word to him was the most painful thing I had ever done.
“You can leave now.”
“I didn't have a choice, Àlvaro.” I barely found the voice to say, making his grin grow even bigger but somehow, he still looked disappointed. “You should know that.”
“We all have choices.” He snapped back, narrowing his eyes. “You just want to pretend like you don't.”
“I didn't have a fucking choice, Àlvaro.” I screamed out my lungs, my eyes watering from anger and he still stayed unfazed. “I never fucking did since you kidnapped me into this world.”
“Are you looking for sympathy right now?” He scoffed, his eyes tired. “Because you won't find it here.”
Of course I wasn't expecting him to sympathize with me at this moment.
“You know what's the funniest and most pathetic part of all this shit?” He spoke again, leaning his head back and looking at me with a hard look. “I actually thought you were different.”
I just stared at him from a distance, feeling like his words just slapped me in the face.
“But you're ready to sell yourself just for some cheap benefit. What's the difference between this and what your father is revenging against?” He spat with disgust, throwing these harsh words in my face. “I was fucking wrong to ever think so high of you.”
“You don't have the right to talk to me like that.” My trembling voice gave me away. His words cut like a knife but he looked like he was enjoying himself seeing me like this.
“Can't I?” He asked with a sneer. “You seem to forget that there was a time when your life was literally in my hands, a time when you feared me. Also, I've been between your legs many times, you screamed my name. I think I can talk to you however the fuck I want.”
My tears were already flowing down my face. I wasn't even trying to be strong anymore. Not when he was talking to me like that, like I was a nobody.
“You want to make me feel bad for something I never asked for?” I almost cried, my voice rising as I walked closer to him, not caring about his reaction. This time, his eyes didn't stop me. He just looked up at me with a smug look. “Fine, do it, I don't care.”
I lied again.
Of course I do care. More than I wanted. His closeness was driving me crazy and the thought that I couldn't touch him, even more. He was so close and yet so fucking far, it was killing me slowly.
“Good. Now you can leave.” He nodded towards the door. “I don't want to look at your fucking face.”
Ouch.
“You're disgusting.” I spat at him and he laughed again, filling the room with the sound.
“I'm not interested in listening to anything coming out of your lying fucking mouth.” He spoke, looking up at me and tilting his head to the side. “But if you want to suck my cock then I might consider forgiveness.” His grin grew even bigger as he looked at me as if I was the cheapest whore in the world. “I'm sure your fiancé wouldn't mind sharing you.”
I slapped him. Hard. He called me a whore without directly calling me that and that fucking hurts.
His head was turned to one side with my hand imprinted on his cheek and I froze for a moment as he breathed heavily with his hands clenched into fists. Only my sobbing and his heavy breathing could be heard in the room.
“You want to know what the most funny and pathetic part in all of this is for me?” I said through tears as I walked back away from him but he still refused to look at me. “Me and you, I can't believe that I ever thought that what we shared was more than just a simple fuck. I can't believe that I ever thought that I was in love with you.”
“It doesn't matter anymore now, don't you think?” He mumbled, his voice flat and tired. “Save your words for your fiancé.”
I nodded, allowing his words to flood into my mind and seal itself there. My vision was blurred by so many tears but I allowed myself to look at him one last time, inking his face into my mind.
I couldn't say goodbye, I didn't want to.
I just left the room, slamming the door behind me, not caring that anyone and everyone could see me crying and weak.
It hurts like we just officially broke up.
Àlvaro's Pov.
Life's one funny joke, isn't it?
Just when you think you've got it all figured out and nothing can surprise you anymore, suddenly, everything becomes even more fucked up and you're just lost.
How can emptiness be so heavy?
I felt nothing. I was empty to such an extent that it was frightening even for me.
The clock on the wall was ticking down my time and I knew that my end was near but somehow, I didn't give a fuck.
The clock was also counting down the last time since I last saw Camilla and that's all I could fucking think about.
I should probably die now because, oh lord, if I ever get out of here alive, I'll burn this world to the ground, turning it into fucking ashes.
Leonardo, Camilla and her fucking fiancé? Oh, I'm going to unleash hell on them. I'll make them beg for mercy, something I'll never grant them. I'll take everything from them and even more.
Just like Camilla took everything away from me.
When I told myself that I'd never let a pussy make me weak, I really meant it. Women were just a tool I used to release my pressure and nothing more. I never asked for more, never needed it.
Life has an interesting way of unleashing karma on me. My karma has a name and that's Camilla Torres.
She's a fucking liar, coming in here and kissing me like I mean something to her, just to find out that she's promised to someone else. It's funny if you ask me. Funny how Leonardo was doing the same thing he's accusing my father of.
I better die because the pain Camilla caused in me was enough for me to destroy a fucking universe.
She was the first woman I wanted to hear screaming my name, coming for me and loving every second of it.
She was the first woman I ever truly wanted to go down on. Shit! I already knew she'll fucking be the last. It was too personal, too good watching her face breaking as she was crying out my name and riding my face. No one can erase that picture from my mind. No woman can ever come close to this. To her.
She was the first woman that made tge beast inside me kneel for her. My heart revived after her, only to be ripped out most cruelly by the person who made it beat again.
Suddenly, some noises coming from the other side of the door brought me back to reality, separating me from my dark thoughts.
People talking, people fighting, people dying.
Not long after, the door opened and Anthonio came to light. Fucking Anthonio.
Was I dreaming or was I already dead?
He was panting and holding a gun in his hands. Looking behind him on the ground, I saw bodies lying in a pool of blood. Impressive. Not that I ever thought that a handful of men were going to give him a hard time.
As soon as he saw me, his eyes lightened. He ran towards me, breaking the handcuffs as if they were nothing.
Ahhh. It felt good to feel the freedom.
I had truly forgotten the last time I felt like my hands belonged to me.
“Let's go.” His voice was crisp and urgent.
“It's good to see you too, Anthonio.” He didn't even care enough to answer. He just walked through the corridors of the mansion. On the ground around us, all I could see and smell was death.
“Shut up, because I'm one thought away from killing you too.” He hissed through gritted teeth and I chuckled slightly. “I can't believe I had to save your ass.”
“I'm flattered.” I said in sarcasm, rolling my eyes.
As we walked towards the exit of the mansion and I could taste the freedom, I just couldn't wrap my head around one thing- how he snuck into the Torres’ mansion and killing all of these men without getting caught.
When I was dragged here, I gave a good look around, enough to see that it was heavily guarded but now, they were literally no guards and the main gate was wide open.
We snuck into the black jeep and Anthonio drove off at full speed, making me glue my back to the seat. I looked back, watching as we drove away from the mansion I was once a prisoner in. I still couldn't believe what just happened.
“How did you sneak in?” I asked, looking at her and she clenched her jaw, speeding up.
“Camilla helped me.”