Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 97

AUTHOR’S POV

Camilla’s bedroom in the White Mansion was in disarray, with broken wine bottles and shattered glass vases strewn across the floor. Among the debris were torn and ruined articles of clothing, while others remained intact but were still littered on the ground alongside the shattered glass.

The lady displaying signs of a mental condition is seated by the window, holding a beer bottle and a vape. Her face is completely flushed and marked with tear stains. Her makeup has been smudged due to the constant crying. She is filled with anger as her hands tremble, driven by the chaotic sequence of events she experienced earlier at the DW’s office.

Since she understood Alessandro, she only loved him and his money, but that woman snatched everything away from her! That only woman has captured both Devobte brothers; now, they are fighting against each other! But, what is her fault in all this!?

They only used her in their time of need, and now, when they think her usefulness is over, they discard her!

“AAGH!” Camilla screamed in frustration and threw away the bottle in her hand as it broke into pieces, and the floor was stained with liquors inside.

In a hurry, her mother, who had been outside the house attending a friend’s party, swiftly made her way to the room. Mrs White gasped loudly, covering her mouth.

“Camilla! What is wrong with you!?”

She immediately rushed beside her while Camilla threw herself in her mother’s arms and cried her heart out. She explained everything to her mother amidst sobs and hiccups.

Mrs White caressed her head. “Don’t feel low, Camilla. Crying won’t solve it. You need to stand strong and avenge yourself.”

Hearing her mother’s words, she raised her head and met her mother’s gaze. Suddenly, she realized her mother was right. She needs to get what she wants.

She needs to find her way!

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At 7:30 pm, T&R Hotel is bustling with affluent individuals enjoying themselves. Nestled in the heart of New York, this opulent haven boasts a seven-star rating. It attracts people from various backgrounds, all seeking a luxurious getaway.

These people are so different, but they have one thing in common—money. They all own countless of them.

And in the hustle and bustle of luxury and luxurious people, a woman in a gorgeous red dress walked inside the hotel classily. She walked toward the reception area and put off her big glasses with an arrogant smile.

“Hi, this is Camilla White. I am here to meet Mr Jordan Smith in room number 1505.”

The receptionist greeted her with a polite smile and requested her to wait momentarily. She then contacted the room number mentioned. Once granted permission, the receptionist said, “Ma’am, Mr. Smith is expecting you.”

Soon, Camilla stood before room 1505. As she observed the room number, her eyes grew icy, recalling the events from three years ago when she had drugged Alessandro in this very room, intending to become close to him. However, fate had different intentions, as Victoria ended up sharing the night with him.

Since then, she always chooses this room for her pleasure to remind herself of the pain of that night, which Dominic is unaware of.

She knocked on the door, and a second later, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a bald head and round belly.

He is Jordan Smith, the man she had arranged for Victoria three years ago. However, on that particular night, Victoria entered Alessandro’s room, and Camilla ended up with that psycho, Dominic.

However, to advance her career, she recognized Jordan’s influence within the modeling industry. After meeting him, their relationship quickly became intimate. Despite his less appealing appearance, she saw the advantages he could provide, making him one of her sexual partners for years. And of course, Dominic is unaware of the situation.

Camilla is familiar with the industry and the individuals involved, all of whom desire money, power, and fame. Those already possess these things also seek companionship with attractive individuals and enjoy indulging in pleasurable experiences. It was always a give-and-take situation.

Camilla smiled at the man as he stepped aside with an ugly and evil smirk, and she entered.

The moment she stepped into the room, he closed the door and immediately pushed her back on the wall, pressing his hard-on between her thighs and kissing her feverishly.

‘Fucking arshole!’ Camilla cursed him in her mind and struggled a little to get away from him. However, he has gone wild, captivated by the alluring beauty right before him.

As soon as she called him this evening, he had already taken his strength pill to keep himself strong in bed throughout the night. However, Camilla needed to confirm something first. She struggled harder and finally managed herself out of his grasp, backing him.