They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Ruin Her Reputation

Agnes silently mouthed, “I spiked your juice. Just walt–you’ll be utterly disgrat

She thought Camila wouldn’t understand, but Carifa could read tips the san every word.

Her eyes widened in shock.

At the same time, a scorching heat surged through her body–fierce and overwherring crashing against her let freeads of sanity like relentless waves. A deep flush spread across her cheeks.

Locking eyes with Agnes’s malicious gaze, Camila’s fury ignited. She lunged forward, intent on striking her but Agnes dodged with ease, folding her arms and smirking.

“You little slut. Haven’t you been so proud of yourself lately? Aren’t you supposed to te marring Me Goven Carpet s see if he still wants to wed you once you strip yourself bare in front of everyonel i make sure you’re attedy ne all of Sancho’s elite. Let them all see what a filthy wretch you arem

Camila’s vision blurred. The once dazzling banquet hall lights flickered early, as if taunting her

An unbearable heat clawed at her, compelling her to tear her clothes off.

She gripped her arms tightly, nails digging into her flesh, using the pain to fight for clarity

Her panicked gaze darted around. The guests were still immersed in conversation–no one had noticed her distress

She couldn’t lose control here. She had to get out.

Gritting her teeth, Camila turned and bolted toward the exit.

Agnes, unwilling to let her go, grabbed her arm and called out loudly, “Carnila, Dad and Morn are over there Let’s go see them together.”

She yanked Camila forcefully.

Arthur, Belinda, and Harry all turned toward the commotion.

Seeing Camila, Belinda beamed, “Camila, there you are! Come, I’ll introduce you to Mr. Campbell.*

Camila’s heart pounded wildly. If she stayed any longer, she’d lose control.

Her body trembled, soaked in sweat.

Biting the tip of her tongue, she summoned all her strength and wrenched free from Agnes’s grasp. The force sent Agnes stumbling into a table, knocking over wine glasses and cakes. A mess of shattered glass and spilled drinks littered the floor, drawing the attention of nearby guests.

In the midst of startled gasps, Camila staggered away.

She ignored Arthur and Belinda’s furious shouts.

Giovani watched the slim figure in a black suit dash off. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen her before.

He didn’t dwell on it. She was clearly not important.

Camila staggered into the hotel corridor.

Her legs felt as heavy as lead, her body swaying as if pulled in opposite directions. She crashed into several decorative flower arrangements, leaving a trail of destruction behind her. But she had no time to care.

She gasped for breath, desperate to escape and find a secluded place to endure the effects of the drug.

Then, a tall figure blocked her path. “Camila, have you been drinking?”

Owen’s familiar, slightly puzzled voice reached her ears.

He frowned and instinctively reached out, pressing a cool palm against her burning forehead.

The moment his fingers touched her skin, her mind went blank.

The drug’s influence roared within her like a wild beast. Her hands moved on their own, clutching his broad shoulders. Her flushed face, her dazed, unfocused eyes–always so cold and sharp before–were now brimming with unqua vulnerability.

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His throat tightened. As if bewitched, his large hands instinctively wrapped around her waist. She was so delicate–soft and light as if she would break in his arms.

His voice came out hoarse, laced with tension. “Camila, what’s wrong?”

Chapter49 Ruin Her Reputation

Her face burned like fire, her lips an alluring shade of red, as if begging to be kissed. She was breathtaking. A rose in full bloom, exuding a lethal allure, effortlessly stirring something deep within him.

Camila had no idea how enticing she looked at that moment. The fire raging in her veins consumed her rationality, driving her closer to Owen, seeking the coolness he provided.

Her breath, hot and erratic, fanned against his neck, making his grip on reality waver.

He wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

His scent was like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of her memory.

Once, that scent had accompanied her through countless warm moments. But later, it became a blade, cutting into her heart again and again.

The familiarity jolted her mind awake. With great effort, Camila pried open her heavy eyelids, only to be met with Owen’s striking face, so close that she could see every detail–the sharp brows, the defined contours. Love, hate, and pain from the past surged through her like a tidal wave.

She shoved him away with all her strength, her arm swinging up in a sharp arc before landing a stinging slap across his face. “Stay away from me!” she spat.

The undisguised hatred and disgust in her eyes pierced through Owen like a dagger, draining the color from his face.

His lips parted, as if to explain, but his throat tightened–no words came out.

Camila turned and stumbled toward the elevator, her steps unsteady yet determined.

As the doors shut behind her, Owen remained frozen in place, his palm hovering near his stinging cheek, eyes clouded with despair.

The elevator plummeted. Camila leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The drug’s effects were surging, her vision blurring by the second.

Stepping out of the elevator, she moved on instinct. The noise of the hotel lobby felt distant, muffled as if separated by a thick barrier.

The moment she staggered outside, the world spun. Lights blurred into streaks, swaying like ghosts in the mist. Dizziness overwhelmed her. Her legs gave out, and she pitched forward–straight into a solid chest.

The impact sent her reeling backward, but instinct took over. She clutched at the man’s collar, pulling him down with her. Caught off guard, the man’s icy eyes flickered with surprise. “Sir, I’ve completed the handover for the Eastville property…” Turner, holding a stack of documents, walked toward his boss’s car with a bright grin, only to witness his cold, ruthless CEO pinning a woman against the hood.

The rest of his sentence died in his throat. He stood there, utterly stunned.