Viral

(Camilla’s POV) “I have to go,” I coldly said, picking up my purse to head towards the exit when I realized something. I turned my attention back to the smirking man behind me. I rolled my eyes upon realizing that he’s my only way out of this place. “The debt has been paid. I don't owe you anything anymore.” He playfully wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Boyfriend’s calling?” he asked. I raised him an eyebrow. Is this his way of knowing whether I’m single or not? “That’s none of your business.” He shrugged his shoulders. “None of my business means you're on your own, right?” he sneered. I closed my eyes in frustration. Just when I thought that he’s some gentleman for helping me out earlier, he’s in fact nothing but an arrogant shithead. As much as I want to ask my butler to just pick me up, I don't want him to think anything once he sees me with this man. Butler Jin is a family to me now. He gets worried about me all the time. As a matter of fact, he’s not a big fan of my revenge thing. He’s afraid that I might get hurt, suggesting that I just leave it to the law to punish them for what they did. But no… I am the one who got hurt, so I’d be the one to hurt them back. “Are you honestly going to let me go back alone?” I asked in disbelief. He stood from the port and looked at me, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course not,” Kalel denied. I gave him a bored stare. “But I haven't heard the magic word yet.” Really? What are we, kids? “Please…” I yielded. I genuinely just want to go back now. He smiled. ***** It was just pure silence the entire time that we were in the car. Kalel didn't try to start a conversation which I am really glad about because I have no plans of talking to him anyway. He drove me back to my penthouse. It was too late for me to realize that I shouldn't have given him my real address. Now, he knows where I live. I’m just so tired to give a damn about that right now. Besides, I’m sure that this will be the last time that I’m going to see his face. "Don't forget, you're my fiancée now," he teased, leaning against the car door. I rolled my eyes, my heart pounding a little faster than it should. "In your dreams," I muttered, pushing past him. "Come on, give me your number," he called after me, but I kept walking. I needed to get away from him, from the intoxicating scent of his cologne, from the way his eyes seemed to see right through me. “Goodbye, fiancée.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to maintain my cool. It was better when he wasn't speaking. I didn't bother replying to him. “No goodbye kiss?” I harshly sighed, turning my head to look at him. He gave me a wide smile. “I’m breaking off the engagement now so stop calling me fiancée,” I replied sarcastically. He chuckled, his dimples deepening with each breath. “Don't break up with me, baby.” My heart skipped a beat from his sexy voice that seemed to have touched a soft spot of mine. I shook my head mentally, not wanting to get caught melting from his words. He’s so good at flirting and I hate it. I thought I was the worst until I met him. Without saying anything, I turned my back to him and just entered the building. I paid a ton for this penthouse that is located at the top floor where a beautiful view awaits me every time I open my eyes in the morning. Everything that I need is in our mansion already but I knew that the large space would only make me feel lonely so I decided to buy a place of my own. I live here alone but it doesn't make me lonely. At least, I don't have to pretend to be someone else here. The first thing I did as soon as I stepped inside my apartment was hop on the shower. I had a really long day and I needed to freshen myself up before bed. I sank into a steaming bath, letting the hot water wash away the day's events. I closed my eyes as I relaxed in the water. ‘I know you very well, Camilla.’ My heart skipped a beat once again when Kalel’s voice echoed inside my head. Why would he say that when it’s the first time that we’ve met? He made it sound like he has known me for a very long time. And why don't I find that creepy at all? That's literally something a stalker would say but it didn't bother me for some reason. It just made me curious. After bath, I wrapped myself in a plush robe, settling on the bed. I picked up my laptop from the bedside table, opening it to check the happenings online. I fly my fingers across the keyboard, my laptop glowing in the dim light. The restaurant incident was everywhere. Lester's face, contorted in a mask of fury, was plastered across every news website. The public was eating it up. I let out a satisfied sigh. My plan was working. This is just the beginning, Lester. I’m just getting started. But then, my eyes fell on another article, one that sent a chill down my spine. It was a photo of me, arm in arm with Kalel, looking impossibly happy. The caption read: "Trillionaire Kalel Agravante Engaged to Mysterious Socialite Camilla.” “What the hell…” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. W—Wait… The plan is to make Lester and Cindy go viral… NOT ME!!! When did the media care so much about me??? Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am. I clicked another, each one echoing the same story. "This is insane," I muttered, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through the comments. People were gushing over us as a couple, speculating about our so-called relationship, and praising Kalel for his choice of partner. Why does so many people care about who he dates? Is he a celebrity? I felt a surge of anger when I read an article that painted me as a gold-digger, a woman who had snagged a trillionaire for his money. They don't even know me and they're talking shit about me. Should I buy this entire media company down? I slammed my laptop shut, the screen reflecting the fury in my eyes. "Kalel," I hissed, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Looks like I’m not done with you.”