Three weeks had passed since that day.

Camille Parker sat dazed on her bed. She had not even bothered to turn on the light. The surroundings were dim, but the moonlight filtering through the curtains gave the room a soft, ethereal ambience. It was so quiet that she could almost hear her own thoughts, a chaotic mess that they were.

She hadn’t told him the truth that day at the villa. How could she? It was impossible, especially with Christian using her family as blackmail.

She knew how hard her brothers had worked to manage the hotel business and keep the ratings and reviews at the top. They were so...