Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

Chapter 16

“Is he the one who almost killed an escort during one of their sessions?” “Yes! That's him.”

“Ahh. | don’t know who the unfortunate girl is, but | suppose it’s good that none of us was chosen. You know that poor girl who almost died? She may have survived, but | heard that she turned infertile after the incident. | can’t even imagine the kind of torture that bastard did for her to end up Like that.”

The more Camila heard, the more frightened she became. She didn’t even dare to ponder the implications of that horrible conversation.

Her heart was thundering inside her chest as Willie led her into the elevator, and her palms began to sweat. The elevator stopped moving much sooner than she would have Liked. They had arrived at their destination

Willie glanced at her pale face and offered, “You know more than anyone else how you came to be married to Mr. Johnston. You won't have to go in there, as long as you sign the divorce papers.”

It was all so simple, really. The Johnston family owed the Haynes family a favor, so they had no choice but to agree to the conditions that her father had set. However, both Camila and Isaac did not want the marriage. All this farce would be over if she just signed the divorce agreement.

Camila turned to look at Willie. If she had the power to refuse in the first place, she would have never married Isaac. And that bully would never have any cause to force her into anything She took a deep, fortifying breath, squared her shoulders, and strode out of the elevator with her head held high.

Willie furrowed his brows, but he said nothing more. He ushered her into a Luxurious private room. It was dimly lit, but she had no trouble finding Isaac on the sofa, sitting beside a seedy-looking man.

The said man perked up as soon as she stepped inside, and proceeded to whistle as he leered at her from head to toe. As if that wasn’t enough, he also opened his mouth and spouted his disgusting commentary.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Good, good. Nice skin. Slender waist. | bet I'll feel soft and supple with you in my arms, eh?”

He beckoned at her with a wave of his hand.

“Come, come. Sit next to me.”

Camila ignored him and stared at Isaac.

Her so-called husband was sitting leisurely on one end of the sofa, his long legs crossed before him.

Thanks to the damn lighting, she couldn’t make out his expression. Growing impatient, the man scrambled to his feet, hobbled over, and draped his arm over Camila’s shoulders.

He grinned at Isaac. “Where did you find this beauty? She’s much more gorgeous than those bawdy hookers with their heavy make-up and skimpy clothes. | Like how pure and innocent this Little miss Looks.”

Isaac remained silent. He did nothing to stop the man, so he must be okay with this, right?

Achill gripped Camila’s heart. She balled one hand into a fist, while the other clutched her purse closer.

“Can you drink caress her waist.

The man spoke, his hand already traveling down to

Camila recoiled in disgust. “No,” she said, her voice firm and unwavering as she stepped away from him.