Chapter 1

"Remember, be mindful of your alcohol consumption. You know how it affects you," she cautioned, her eyebrows raised in concern.

Camilla rolled her eyes in response, "It's just a few glasses, Mammá. What's the worst that could happen?"

Unconvinced, Alessia narrowed her eyes before turning and continuing on her way.

Few hours later…

Camilla woke up with a pounding headache and a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

As she slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, memories of the previous night came flooding back to her.

The party, the drinks, the laughter and a blurry image of her staggering to her hotel suite.

"Hmmm...what time is it?" Camilla mumbled groggily, rolling onto her back.

She could vaguely hear the sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the distance.

Everything felt hazy like she'd been hit on the head with a baseball bat. Her head felt heavy and throbbing, and her body felt sore and heavy too. It's like a ton of bricks was placed right on top of her.

She tried to move a little but realized she couldn't, feeling like her body had just been wrenched out of its normal position.

"Mmh! What's wrong? Am I sick? Or am I on my period?" She thought to herself.

"But I saw it fourteen days ago." She said to herself again.

"It's probably the drinks I had last night." She concluded.

Slowly, she sat up on the bed and looked to her side, and what she saw made her stop breathing for several seconds.

SHE WAS IN BED WITH A MAN.

Now, not just any man but her sworn enemy, Alexander Aziel Cena.

Alexander Cena is the thirty-one-year-old CEO of Xander's Jewels, a multi-billion dollar global brand that deals in pearls and jewelry of the highest qualities, a brand for the high and mighty.

Camilla looked away from his sleeping figure and looked around the bedroom to see clothes, hers and what she presumed to be his, scattered all over the room.

She was breathing heavily as she continued looking around the room. Her mind was racing and she felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest when she looked down at the covers stained with blood.

"My blood…?" Her tone colored with disbelief.

Did she just lose her virginity to Alexander Cena? She thought, as terror crept into her being.

"Arrgh!!!" She screamed at the realization of what had happened, causing the man lying beside her to groan lazily and turn to his side.

"Celine, could you please keep it down? I have a bad headache." He mumbled tiredly.

"Celine?" She asked quietly with furrowed brows, wondering who that was, and if he just called her by another person's name.

"Wake up, tu bastardo!(You bastard!)" She yelled in her rich Italian accent, getting him to immediately open his eyes wide and turn to her.

He could recognize that pitched Italian voice anywhere, as his blue eyes met her gray ones glaring murderously at him.

"Wha-" He began trying to sit up but stopped midway due to his head pounding even harder than before.

He looked up at Camilla who wore a disgusted look as well as her usual angry scowl whenever she saw him and he could tell by her expression that something was wrong.

"You bastard! How dare you?!" She shrieked, feeling violated.

Alexander was at a loss, as he couldn't remember how he ended up in bed with Camilla and not Celine, who he had a long-standing agreement with for casual, no-strings-attached encounters.

He remembered sending the lady a text to meet him up at the Houston Grande hotel, but now he was naked, and in bed with Camilla Kings.

Which meant he had sex with her last night, Camilla Kings of all ladies! He thought to himself incredulously as his eyes moved around and landed on the blood-stained covers.

"You were a virgin?!" Was all he could blurt out in complete shock and disbelief.