Camilla's pov
I stood in front of my building, watching Vincent's car speed off into the night, his taillights disappearing around the corner.
He hadn't even waited to make sure I got inside safely or looked back once.
All because of Rachel.
I clenched my hands around my clutch purse as I felt the familiar rush of anger cloud my judgement.
Rachel was supposed to be dead.
I'd paid good money, a lot of money to make sure she was dead. The freelancer had confirmed it. Had sent me that message saying the job was done, that Rachel had gone over the cliff.
But she was alive.
Not just alive, she was rich. The CEO of one of the largest conglomerates in Asia, now expanding into North America.
She had everything and now she was using it to get Vincent back.
What other reason could there b
