“Catheleen told me you’re the best lawyer.” Camilla’s voice trembled, her eyes brimming with tears. “If you can’t help me, what am I supposed to do?”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hold herself together.
Watching her break down, Latonia’s own heart softened, no matter how much she tried to remain professional. No matter that they were both women. Tears like that got to anyone.
“If you really want to go to the police and press charges, I’ll represent you,” Latonia said quietly. “I don’t think we’ll win but I’ll be by your side regardless. Maybe there’s another angle—public opinion. Even if he doesn’t get convicted, we can make sure he doesn’t just walk away like nothing happened.”
“Public opinion?” Camilla echoed.
“Yeah. Society tends to stand with the victim, at least on the surface. Anything can spread fast now. If you choose to go public, we can talk to reporters and manage the narrative—but it will be brutal.
But for any of that to work, you’d have to go public. All of it out in the open. Lambert would suffer, but you… you’d be put through hell too.”
Camilla went silent, twisting her hands together in her lap.
“People say they care about the vulnerable, but there are plenty who will blame you. They’ll say you just want attention or you’re using this to climb the ladder. Some might claim you went after Lambert because he’s rich and powerful, then decided to accuse him later. People can be cruel. There’d be even uglier things said, I’m sure.”
She nodded slowly. “I know.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
All Camilla wanted was to hold Lambert accountable—to see him punished for what he’d done. She hadn’t realized it might mean putting her entire life in the spotlight.
Camilla understood the price she’d be paying, and it wasn’t only legal.
Latonia spoke gently. “Take your time and think this through. If you do want to go to the police, the sooner the better.”
Camilla managed a small, grateful smile, even though her disappointment was clear. “Thank you. Really.”
Latonia shook her head. “I haven’t done much yet. Let me know when you’ve made your decision.”
As soon as Latonia walked out, Camilla sat in silence, lost in thought. It had taken her everything just to get this far—to find the courage to stand up and fight back. She hadn’t realized the odds would be so stacked against her.
Yes, Camilla was stunning. But with Lambert’s name and status, he could have had just about anyone he wanted. He wouldn’t even need to ask. Women flocked to him. He’d always ignored their advances.
And now Camilla was telling her Lambert had done this before.
Was it possible his whole image was a lie? Latonia struggled to accept it.
It was hard. Lambert was family. Her mom was his aunt. Catheleen’s mom was the youngest sister. The three mothers were all sisters. Even so, family in these old-money circles was nothing like it was for regular folks. The mothers all had the same father, but they weren’t full siblings, so the bonds weren’t close.
Still, Latonia had always thought she and Lambert got along pretty well.
Evidently, Camilla had no idea about Catheleen’s real background, or that the Bains and the Whites were so intertwined.
Eventually, Latonia snapped out of it and picked up her phone, dialing Lambert’s number.

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