Chapter 4

The room went silent—only the sound of my heels clicking on the floor echoed through the room.

I walked slowly toward the couple hugging in the middle of the living room.

Cameron's face was priceless.

First shock, then pure terror—his face turned white as a sheet.

He instinctively pushed Yasmin away, like he was going to stand up.

But when he saw Yasmin's teary face, he hesitated, looking conflicted.

Finally, his fear turned into some stupid, fake toughness.

He stayed seated, just staring at me like that would hide how scared he was.

As for Yasmin, when she recognized me, her eyes went wide.

But she quickly got her composure back, realizing she was at Cameron's place with all his friends around.

She snuggled deeper into Cameron's arms and started crying even harder.

"It's her... she's the one who hurt me..."

She cried while looking at me with hate and pride in her eyes.

Like she was saying, See? He's still protecting me.

I ignored her, keeping my eyes on Cameron.

"Cameron, I have a question for you."

"Didn't you just say you'd make me beg your girlfriend for forgiveness?"

Cameron swallowed hard, his lips shaking, but no words came out.

He was scared of me. Always had been, ever since we were kids.

He knew who really ran things in this family.

His friends looked at each other, clearly confused about what was happening.

Some blonde rich kid—probably trying to impress Yasmin—stepped forward.

"Who the hell are you? You can't talk to Cameron like that!"

"You better apologize to Yasmin right now, or else..."

He didn't get to finish that sentence.

My bodyguard stepped in front of me, expressionless, cutting him off.

The blonde kid immediately shut up under the bodyguard's intimidating stare.

I walked around the bodyguard, stood in front of Cameron, and looked down at him.

"I guess you're not going to explain anything."

Cameron finally got up, his neck stiff with tension.

He pulled me aside, his voice low and urgent, half-pleading and half-annoyed.

"Serena, what do you want?"

"Do you have to humiliate me in front of my friends?"

"Yasmin didn't mean any harm—she's just straightforward. Can't you just drop it?"

Looking at him, I suddenly thought it was all ridiculous.

Drop it?

After she had me beaten half to death, destroyed important documents, and locked me in a storage room, he wanted me to drop it?

"Cameron." I used his first name sharply. "Are you kidding me?"

"I..." He couldn't finish, avoiding my eyes.

Just then, car doors slammed outside, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the villa.

Everyone in the living room turned toward the door, confused. Victor walked in with several serious-looking men. They ignored the stares and went straight to me.

Victor nodded respectfully: "Ma'am."

I looked at Yasmin and tilted my chin toward her: "Take her out."

Yasmin's screams got louder: "Cameron! Who are these people?! What are you doing! Help! Somebody help!"

Cameron turned white as a sheet and tried to rush forward: "Why did you bring people! Let her go!"

Victor's men moved quickly, grabbing Yasmin by the arms and dragging her out despite her kicking and screaming.