Apologies, Mr Playboy. I'm Pregnant.

mbroidered silk of her nightgown as she replayed Pierce's drunken a

ut an issue that sincerely wasn't her business. She knew this, but still-did the Gener

ill is-the leader of Ventria. But what sort of

ething. I have to leave this house – I need to investigate

this place?" she pondered

th; she never went as far as to think of ho

y to escape, I will definitely be caught," she vo

eneral for a bit of freedom. He would probably allow it once he has confirmed that I'm

private investigator. Yes, that could work," Camille Owens said to herself,

a plan B!" she declared. She walked around the room, thinking

he bed once more. "Or maybe I should just

't be possible, but if she was left with

I at least know my way around here," she uttered, standing to h

in search of Ms Elizabeth, and a big, beautiful sm

Elizabeth," she

t Camille before returning her gaze to the workers in front of her

round the estate," Camille spoke softly, praying deepl

say this, Camille, but for now-you are only a temporary guest in th

f not the estate. She pouted her lips. "What about just the main hou

kers, before returning her gaze to Camille. "I g

so much, Ms Elizabeth," Camil

Camille's cute moment. "Come with me, chil

you are allowed to slack. I will inspect your work when I come

enerals' portraits hung. She covered her mouth with her hand and whispered to Camille, "Whenever I walk through

walked through the passage. I could swear they were judging me f

f the Road of Honour. "This is the General's study,

first visit to the General's off

hen," Ms Elizabeth said, stopping in front of a locke

r in use?" she

, in a way that shut down any furth

door, Camille stared at it with much curiosity,

hen where is the main kitchen?" she ask

ou shopped for clothes," Ms Elizabeth answere

rooms. And most of the rooms, some of the workers l

ould be like a caretake

"Yes, there is a staff residence. But the General wants some of the staff to live in

ape was slowly crumbling. There was no way she

he maids were still cleaning. Ms Elizabeth showed her the spacious kitchen, the bar room, and dining a

re," Ms Elizabeth pointed up at the stairway, and Camille nodded in fake enthusias

ike the family residence," Ms Elizabeth whispered. "We have t

th longing. "This room used to be the late General's wife's tearoom. Oh,

that the General's wife was dead, but she couldn't unde

oom," she said, opening the door to the living room and standing right at the door, staring at the spa

d his son would rather die than sit

living room door. She glanced at Camill

randchild of this household. Then maybe-maybe thi

t, her heart sympathising with the Landons. But she knew she had no time to wo

e west wing got Ms E

rvising. You can find your way back to your room, right?" Ms Elizabeth a

odded. "Y

ble to move. She stared at the countless doors before her with much curios

assed by a locked room. And even though Ms Elizabeth wasn'

wens's curiosity peaked, her eyes darting throu

elebrated in this w

asing or locking up the memories of the

rce, and a mysterious little girl-but none of the late General's

s wife has been erased from the picture?" she muttered to hersel

Landon was a teenager. Camille steered her eyes away f

oak door. There was nothing really on the door that showed it belonged to the General, b

her beating heart, Camille pondered the possibil

found her legs halting before a certain slightl

t. Muscles rippled beneath ink-black tattoos-a serpent coiled arou

ty, and down there-between h

he hor

, unable to move her leg

nd for a heartbe

u

egs r

door open. Before she could process what was happening,

pered to her, his breath reek

against his che

nst the wall. The heat of him seared t

se along her jaw. "Wondering why I didn't remember fuck

. And even though she felt fear-fear and something el

e just like the rest." His gr

through her emotions, ignore the pain. It pierce

ngly, because that is what you are." And just so he could prove his point, to the

at her. She unconsciously covered her breasts with her hand, but Pierce Landon had othe

finger-slid into her cunt

er, Pierce took it out. He rubbed his wet fi

but a che

door of his room, unlocked it and open

round her body in shame, picked up her ripped nightwear and ran

ral, and as he watched her flee, he redirected his gaze

"This is i