Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Camille dressed up hastily. It was morning already and time to go get Anabelle from Niklaus place. She had missed the girl's chirpy presence around the house - they had been lonely without her. 

But then she had woken up late and had to meet up with her husband Eden who was already set to go. She knew Eden was irked; he was anxious to get his daughter home. 

Camille slipped on her heels and was taking one final look at the mirror when her phone rang. She picked the phone from the dresser without looking at the screen. 

"Hello?" She answered, intending to tell the person to call her later since she's occupied at the moment, when she heard a voice that made shivers run down her spine. 

"You finally decided to answer your father, you unfilial child," 

Camille stiffened, the once excited look on her face vanishing at once. The woman released a heavy sigh with her eyes squeezed shut, she should have really looked before answering. 

Camille straightened up, staring at her unsmiling reflection on the mirror as she said, "What do you want now?"

"What do I want now?" The man scoffed from the other line, "You've not called your father for God knows how many years. You didn't even invite me to your wedding and had your uncle fill my role. Isn't that unfair? Just because I divorced your mother doesn't mean I'm not entitled to you,"

Camille pinched the space between her brows, this was why she never picked any of his calls. Her head throbbed, this man was a parasite to her life.

"I'm in no mood to listen to your complaints or sob story," She spat through gritted teeth, "If this is why you called me, then I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Don't ever bother me again," She was just about to end the call when she heard,

"Wait!" Her father shouted.

She halted her plan, "What did you want, father," There was heavy sarcasm beneath her tone.

"I need some cash,"

Cecil swallowed bitterly. Of course, what had she expected? That her father had called because he cared about her well-being? Oh please, who was she kidding? The man was a selfish asshole!

"What do you mean you need some money? What happened to the one I sent you?!" Camille shouted into the phone, vexed. This man was killing her! 

"Why are you asking me such a question?" the man said grudgingly, "Of course, that was two months ago, the money got exhausted. Were you expecting the money to never finish?" 

Camille seethed, "You gambled with it, didn't you?" 

"N-no," He stammered. 

"Answer me now!" She bellowed

"Yes, I did," 

Her heart broke. He hadn't changed at all. 

"You promised me never to gamble again," 

"It was just once," was his excuse, "I didn't intend to gamble but my friends called me out for a drink and from there, things took a different turn. I swear, I didn't gamble intentionally!" the man swore. 

"This is what you keep saying over and over again. I'm sick and tired of your pathetic excuses!" 

"Camille, just this once. I promise you, this one would be the end of it," 

Even though Camille knew he would still break her heart, she gave in, "How much do you need?" 

"Five million," 

"Five what?!" Her eyes bulged as she screamed in disbelief, palming her mouth immediately. She didn't want Eden to know about this - her embarrassing father. 

During her wedding, her uncle had taken the role of her father and she didn't regret it one bit. However, from time to time she couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different. When Eden asked about her father, she had simply told him he was divorced from her mother and stayed abroad. When he tried convincing her to send an invitation, Camille told him they weren't on good terms and the matter was closed. 

But now it seems her lies were coming back to haunt her. Camille was sure that Eden would be mad at her for hiding her father from him. But she just didn't want him to know about her messy past, to be entangled with her father who would try to milk him dry. That was a big blow to her pride and there's so much she could take. 

She didn't want him to look down on her. Camille did not come from a badass family like Maya's or a family as aristocratic as Cecil's. She had worked hard enough to move out of the gutters and bring her family to the glory it was today. She had strived hard to erase the memory of that child whose father had beaten her mother just to get money from her for his gambles. No, she would not show him that past. 

"What did you do to incur such an amount of debt?! " She whisper-yelled into the phone. 

"All of this is not for gambling, Camille. I have seen a good business that I want to invest money into. It's a good plan, I'll get more money and won't bother you in the future for any reason. Shouldn't you be happy for me?" 

Happy her butt! This was not the first time he had talked crazy shit about investing and all. But in the end, he only got duped. She was sick of the same old story. 

"Well, investment or not, I don't have that kind of money with me," She told him. 

Her father laughed sarcastically, "Who are you kidding? You're married to a rich husband," he pointed out. 

Camille ran her hand through her hair, gripping the root tight. This was it, she would go crazy at this rate. 

The truth was that Camille had money in her account but it was for her business. As someone who had been in the entertainment industry for years, she wanted her own company. But then, here comes her father to ruin her plans. 

Upon their marriage, Eden handed an unlimited black card for her expenses. But if she withdrew such a tremendous amount of money immediately, it would seem suspicious and the Eden she knew would surely investigate. That would lead to the discovery of her father, she didn't want that. 

"I'm sorry but I can't help you," Camille said to him. She was done with him. There was no helping him this time. 

"Fine then," There was a trace of anger in his voice as he said, "I'll go bother your mother then. I know you must have sent something to her,"