Chapter 152 He Stole My Fiancée
Chapter 152 He Stole My Fiancée
William’s words were almost laughable.
Even though Camila was the true heiress of the Jackson family, the engagement had always been with Agnes.
Back when the engagement was arranged, the Connor family knew full well that Agnes wasn’t the biological daughter of the Jackson family. Yet, they still went ahead with it because Agnes was the apple of everyone’s eye and riding high at the
time.
What Enoch and Abigail never expected was how cruel and malicious Agnes would turn out to be.
But to William, only the true heiress of the Jackson family was worthy of him.
The moment he found out Camila was the real heiress, he decided in his heart that she was his rightful fiancée.
And yet, the most ridiculous part was that, despite seeing Camila as his fiancée deep down, he never once stood by her side, offering her the support and trust she deserved. All she ever got from him were doubts and accusations.
Now, watching Camila wrap her arms around Giovani’s waist, leaning into him like he was her rock, her face full of trust, William was consumed by jealousy. It drove him mad, and in his frenzy, he blurted out those absurd words.
Enoch, Abigail, and Emily were so embarrassed they wished the ground would swallow them whole.
Giovani, who had been softly comforting Camila, slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes sharp as daggers locking onto William. A mocking smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
Without warning, he raised his well–defined hand, gently cradled the back of Camila’s head, and, to the shock of everyone present, leaned in to claim her lips in a bold kiss.
Camila, lost in her own insecurities and silently grieving over the thought of not being able to stay with Giovani forever, was completely caught off guard by the sudden kiss. She froze in place, her mind going utterly blank.
Giovani’s kiss was unapologetically possessive, his lips moving with dominance against Camila’s, as if the crowd around them didn’t exist. Yet his eyes never left William, brimming with defiance and challenge.
It was as if his gaze was declaring: “Camila is mine. You don’t even deserve to stand in my way.”
William’s heart pounded uncontrollably as he met Giovani’s provocative stare. His entire body trembled with rage.
“Y–you bastard! I told you not to touch Camila!” he shouted, his voice shaking with fury as he raised his fist and charged at
Giovani.
But before he could reach Giovani, Enoch stepped in swiftly, blocking his path.
The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room as Enoch struck William across the face. “You disgraceful fool! Haven’t you embarrassed us enough already?” he bellowed, his voice filled with anger and disappointment.
William clenched his fists tightly, his eyes brimming with tears as he cried out in frustration, “Dad, he stole my fiancée!”
“Your fiancée?” Enoch snapped, his voice sharp with anger. “Camila agreed to Mr. Campbell’s proposal. She’s his fiancée now. As for your fiancée…”
Enoch’s face turned red with embarrassment. Though he hated to admit it, the one engaged to William was that venomous woman, Agnes.
Finally, Enoch sighed. “Your fiancée is Agnes. Stop making a scene!”
Hearing this, William deflated like a balloon losing air, his entire demeanor crumbling. His gaze locked onto Giovani, filled with despair and fury.
Unbothered, Giovani pulled the flushed Camila into his arms with an air of dominance. Then, without hesitation, he bent down and scooped her up effortlessly.
Giovani straightened up and strode upstairs with steady, commanding steps. Throughout the entire process, Camila didn’t spare William a single glance.
“Camila!” William shouted desperately, his voice cracking as it echoed through the room. But Camila didn’t hear him at all.
“Camila!” William completely lost it, struggling to break free and chase after her. But Enoch held him back with all his strength, restraining him until Giovani disappeared into the room upstairs, the door shutting firmly and cutting off William’s
view.
His heart sank into an icy abyss, hitting rock bottom. At that moment, all his hopes were completely shattered.
He didn’t dare imagine what might happen between Camila and Giovani alone in that room. Giovani had already kissed her in front of everyone–he would surely be wilder when no one was watching.
The thought made William’s blood boil, his vision blurring with fury. He stumbled, nearly collapsing to the ground, but Enoch caught him just in time.
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Overwhelmed by despair, William buried his face in his hands and crouched down, muttering, “I’m sorry, Camila. Please, just look at me again.”
The living room echoed with his heartbroken sobs.
Watching their son in such agony, Enoch and Abigail felt a pang of sorrow. But they could do nothing.
Even they had wronged Camila. They couldn’t bring themselves to face her now. The fact that she hadn’t retaliated against them was already a mercy.
Enoch gritted his teeth and barked, “Enough! Stop crying. Get up and come home with me.”
With that, he yanked the sobbing William off the floor and dragged him toward the door.
Meanwhile, Abigail pushed Emily’s wheelchair.
Emily glanced upstairs, silently wishing Camila a happy life.
Outside, William refused to leave, pleading desperately for Camila’s forgiveness. Furious, Enoch slapped him hard before dragging him away.
When they returned to the Connor residence, Enoch finally learned that the Connor Group had been pushed to the brink of bankruptcy by the Campbell Group. Although they narrowly avoided complete collapse, their current state was hardly any better.
Enoch, Abigail and William all fell into silence, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe. Emily, however, let out a cold laugh and said, “This is karma.”
Ever since she woke up and saw how William blindly sided with Agnes without questioning right or wrong, she had a nagging feeling that this day would come sooner or later.
If it weren’t for the twist of fate that led her to save Camila’s life, the Connor Group would have already followed in the footsteps of the Jackson Group.
The only reason her parents and brother could return home unscathed was because Camila, out of consideration for her, decided to spare them.
Honestly, anyone who had heard such disgraceful secrets would have made the same choice she did. Before learning Agnes’s true nature, she, just like William, had hurt Camila time and time again for Agnes’s sake.
Everyone who had ever harmed Camila deserved to face the consequences.
“Dad, can I borrow your driver?” Emily suddenly asked.
“Where are you going?” Enoch was confused.
A glint of cold determination flashed in Emily’s eyes. “To the prison. Everyone else knows the truth now, but Harry doesn’t.”
“As one of the accomplices who framed Camila and sent her to prison, I won’t allow Harry to live his life in peace.” With that, she pushed her wheelchair forward on her own, resolutely heading out.
***
In Sancho’s psychiatric hospital, Belinda struggled violently, her screams echoing through the halls. “I’m not sick! Let me out of here!”
It took two staff members all their strength to pin her down. Another stepped forward with a rope, tying her firmly to the hospital bed.
Belinda’s face was pale with terror, her voice trembling as she shouted, “What are you doing? Do you even know who I am? I‘
m…”
But the words caught in her throat, leaving her speechless for a moment.
Before meeting Arthur, she had been Ms. Davis, the heiress of the Davis Group, whom everyone in Sancho recognized. After marrying Arthur, she became Mrs. Jackson, a title that once symbolized status and respect.
And now? Her father was gone, and Arthur, that deceitful man, had been lying to her all along. She no longer wanted to be Mrs. Jackson.
With her father and husband gone, her son in prison, and her daughter consumed by hatred for her, Belinda had nothing left.
For the first time in her life, she felt utterly powerless. Tears streamed down her face as she begged, “Please, let me go. I’m not sick. I swear I’m not.”
But the doctor ignored her pleas, his tone nonchalant. “Everyone who comes here says they’re not sick. But if you weren’t, why would you be sent here?”
“I really don’t have any mental illness,” Belinda repeated over and over, her voice breaking. But no one listened. No one believed her.
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“Don’t worry,” the doctor said with a chilling smirk. “Everyone ends up sick here eventually.” With that, he plunged the needle into her arm.
As the medication coursed through her veins, Belinda’s mind began to blur, and despair swallowed her whole:
Now she understood how helpless and desperate Camila had felt back then. No matter how hard she tried to explain, no one believed her.
Just before her eyes closed, a single tear slid down Belinda’s cheek, carrying all the regret she could no longer put into
words.
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