His Second Wife

Chapter 87

~Camila’s POV~

The thought kept popping into my head, and as it did, I felt myself becoming more helpless and agitated on the inside. I couldn’t help but wonder why Luke and I would be taken hostage in the first place. Is Luke the one who did this to me? No, Luke wouldn’t do this to me. No, he simply cannot; after all, he is my friend.

No, Camila; Luke dated Mark. What if they are in this together?

There was a voice inside my head that murmured something. “Shut the fuck up!” Shut the…” I had just started speaking when I was interrupted by the sound of someone groaning. “Luke…Luke is that you….”

“The fuck, Camila, I can’t even be kidnapped in peace,” he groaned again. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Hey, you just found out you’re pregnant, and you know that cussing isn’t healthy. There is a baby.” I feel like slapping him right now.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“I should ask you that considering I just woke up and my head is spinning,” he laughed, “do we call for help?” I realize he is panicking, which explains everything.

“Well, I don’t know. When I opened my eyes, I found myself here, locked inside this place. I have no idea how I got here. I am not even sure if this is a room or what.”

“What happened? How did we get here in the first place? “Fuck!” he yelled. “The damn food! It’s the damn food.” He gasped, “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

The baby, my baby.

“Luke, my baby. I am scared. What would I do if something actually did happen to my unborn child? There is no way for us to tell what it was that we ate. What if I don’t get to meet my baby and no one can help us?” I sobbed at the prospect of not meeting my child.

“Now stop being such a pussy. You are going to be a mother.

“Well, Luke, I’m a pussy.” Luke can be quite dramatic, especially when he is in a state of panic. This was something I noticed during our launch.

“Hello, did you fucking forget who your husband is? Your husband is Christopher freaking Grayston. No one dares him, and he lives to tell the story. He will find us before whoever did this can get away with it.” Then a loud voice rang out throughout the room.

“You are so damn right about that.”

It was Chris. My husband found me. My husband tracked me down.

The lights suddenly came on, and he approached us. “What on earth were you thinking, Camille? What would have happened if my man hadn’t been following you guys?” He turned and said, “And you.” He barked at Luke, pointing his index finger. “You misled me about the meeting.” What meeting required you two to leave the office and be found unconscious at a restaurant, Camila? Do you know what is at stake?”

“So you did this to us?” I asked.

“Did what? I did no such thing. I just got my men to hijack the van you guys were suffocating in. Don’t leave the house means don’t leave the house, Camille. And the very next time you try to pull that kind

of crap on me, I dare you not to do it. I might not be so fortunate next time.” I took a glance around. Luke and I were in the basement.

“Did you seriously have to throw us in the basement?”

“Just thank God you’re…” He took a breather. “Forget it,” he said, carrying me in bridal style. Luke trailed behind us.

I have no idea what is going on, but perhaps I should just stop trying to figure it out and give Chris space to handle things on his own.

~Christopher’s POV~

I was startled awake and immediately sat down on the bed, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I shuddered on the bed. The thought of Mark being in my wife’s house brought a total nightmare to the little peace I had left.

I have faith in my wife.

Those were the only words I could manage to mutter to myself while I was sleeping. She promised that she was mine; I trust her, but I don’t trust that two-faced Mark. I sprang out of bed and made my way to the outdoor space adjacent to my apartment. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I stuffed my hands deep into the pockets of my pants and stared at the dark silhouettes of the trees against the bright blue sky. As I looked up into the sky, it was already morning, and the sun was just about to rise, as I watched the birds already flying around in search of their breakfast. I doubled back to take a look at the time and discovered that it was already half past five in the morning. When I turned around to look at the couch again, I noticed that it was in a disorganized state, with a pile of files and some paper lying on the ground behind it.

I’ve been working late into the night to complete all my outstanding tasks. I turned back and went inside, picking up my phone from the nightstand to dial a number.

“Is it done?” The other person on the other side of the call confirmed that it was done. I managed to keep my composure and smile as I made my way back to the laptop, but as I did so, I became increasingly aware of the sensation that the world was spinning in front of my eyes. This caused me to trip over my own feet.

Fuck!

It’s as if someone is pounding on my head, and I can’t shake the sensation. This is happening because of a lack of sleep. But then how can I relax? Not long ago, I found out that my wife was pregnant, and today I had to sleep alone because Mark called her and she had to go back to her house and pretend. Mark’s attention was on Camille. Although I was able to find quite a bit of information on the Coopers, it appears that a member of my own family has been acting as a mole. The Coopers are after us, but someone from my family has been providing the Coopers with information, and now that person is being played at their own game. The Coopers were not responsible for the kidnapping of Camille and Luke; instead, it was someone from my own family, the identity of whom I have not been able to determine. The good thing is that I am always one step ahead of them. I know what the Coopers are after, but I still haven’t found who the mole is in my family. My thoughts were disturbed by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. I stretched my hand and reached out for the phone.

Chris: Hello

Robin: Sir, I am still looking into the matter. I still haven’t found out who the mole is.

I hung up the call. I could have stayed longer on the call if he had the information I asked for.

Fucking fantastic! What is taking him so long? I am fucking tired of all this?