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Camille's POV
A sharp, throbbing pain pounded in my head as I stirred awake. My body felt weak, and my senses were clouded by the lingering haze of the night before. Blinking against the harsh sunlight piercing through the curtains, I tried to sit up, only to realize-I couldn't move freely.
A weight pressed against my body. My breath hitched. My heart slammed against my ribs as my gaze darted to the figure lying beside me. A man. His arm draped over my waist like a claim. What? I screamed internally, my pulse racing in terror. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed myself up, the sheets slipping from my bare skin.
Then I saw them-my clothes. Scattered. On the floor.
A cold chill ran down my spine. My hands trembled as I clutched the duvet to my chest, my mind scrambling to piece together what had happened. How did I end up here? Naked. In bed with a stranger.
Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Then, like a cruel whisper in the wind, realization struck. Bella.
I gasped, the betrayal stinging deeper than anything else. She set me up. My own step sister had done this. Why? My chest heaved, anger bubbling beneath my skin. Before I could even process my emotions, the door suddenly burst open.
I froze.
There, standing in the doorway, was my father.
"Dad..." My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. My heart clenched as I saw the look on his face-disappointment. No anger, no yelling. Just silence, thick and suffocating.
I scrambled to pull the duvet tighter around me. "I can explain," I pleaded, my voice shaky, desperate. But he simply raised a hand, stopping me from saying anything further.
Then, from behind him, she stepped out. Bella.
A victorious smirk curled on her lips. "I told you, Father," she said, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "She lied about everything."
My stomach twisted into knots.
"Bella," I choked out, betrayal lacing my tone. "How could you?"
She just tilted her head, pretending to think. "Hmm... what do you mean Camile " she mocked, I don't understand the question she said faking her innocence.
I swallowed hard, shaking my head as tears spilled down my cheeks. Before I could even defend myself, my stepmother sauntered into the room, her lips curling into a sinister smirk.
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