Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 811

Then there was the Roberts family scandal—neither revealed too early nor too late, but exploding right here, right now, at an event like tonight’s.

Clearly, Dennis Williams had orchestrated this, not just for himself but as a counterattack on behalf of Lavinia Roberts.

Instead of rushing to shield her directly, he’d chosen his own way—making sure no one would ever dare underestimate her again.

Camila Davis was overwhelmed. Unable to help herself, she rose up on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear, “How are you so wonderful? I really… I really love you!”

Since meeting him, she’d gained so much—respect, kindness, warmth, inside and out.

Despite the gap in their backgrounds, he had never once looked down on her.

How could anyone not fall for a man like this?

Camila felt it deep in her bones—she was completely, hopelessly attached to him.

Dennis Williams, for his part, hadn’t expected a confession at a moment like this.

With so many people around, she’d whispered words meant only for lovers—soft, intimate, and secret.

She was close enough for him to feel her warmth, her delicate features just inches away, her eyes shining up at him, filled with tenderness that seemed to sweep over him in waves, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

Her lips were flushed and inviting.

Something in Dennis’s expression darkened, a sudden urge welling up inside him to kiss her right then and there.

His Camila deserved to be admired by everyone.

But desire aside, he didn’t act on impulse—instead, he pulled her gently into his arms and murmured at her ear, “If you really want to thank me, how about a dance with me later?”

It was a ball, after all—dancing was inevitable.

Camila’s smile was radiant, and she nodded immediately. “Of course!”

As his girlfriend, she was more than willing to take the lead.

For once, she let a little possessiveness slip, warning him with mock seriousness, “From now on, you only dance with me. No exceptions. Don’t even think about dancing with anyone else.”

Dennis caught the faint jealousy in her tone and the way her possessiveness colored her words. His usually cool countenance softened with genuine amusement.

He chuckled, “Alright, whatever you say. Only you.”

The two of them flirted openly, lost in their own world, oblivious to how it made others feel—especially Cynthia Lee, whose face had turned an ugly shade.

She hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.

She’d thought Lavinia Roberts might actually be useful. That she herself wouldn’t even have to lift a finger to get what she wanted.

But Lavinia, that useless fool, was all bark and no bite—just a lot of drama, no real effect. Not only had she failed to land a blow on Camila, she’d been swept aside effortlessly, dragging the entire Roberts family down with her.

Cynthia was fuming. Anyone would be.

But Cynthia Lee was smarter than Lavinia, after all.

She’d watched the night unfold and knew Camila Davis alone could never have pulled all this off.

So much of it was Dennis Williams’s doing.

Whether it was Harper Thompson, Lavinia, or the Roberts family scandals—all of it, every piece, was far beyond what a newcomer like Camila Davis could manage alone.

Picking a fight with Camila Davis would only backfire on them both.

Cynthia forced herself to rein in her emotions, taking a deep breath. “I’m fine. Of course I’m fine. Never better.”

She tore her gaze from the couple, refusing to give up.

She still had cards to play.

Almost unconsciously, Cynthia’s eyes drifted across the crowd to the elder Mr. Williams.

He hadn’t joined the excitement, but had entered the event alongside Dennis and the others. He’d seen everything that had happened.

Now, his expression was impossible to read.

Cynthia saw him watching Dennis and Camila together, showing no sign of stepping in or stopping them. Panic twisted in her gut.

What was going on?

Could it be… that the elder Mr. Williams was starting to change his mind about Camila, now that her status had shifted?

No—she couldn’t accept that!

No matter how impressive Camila Davis was, no matter how many powerful connections she’d made, at the end of the day, she was divorced—and a mother, too.

That alone should be enough to keep her and Dennis apart.

Cynthia was determined to make sure everyone remembered it.

All around them, the guests were busy mingling and chatting, oblivious to the storm brewing in the corner where Cynthia Lee stood, plotting her next move.