CAMILLA’S POV
My heart pounds as Lucas keeps talking, venom dripping from every word that comes out of his mouth.
He calls me all sorts of names, hurling insults. "Stupid b***h," he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Lowlife. You're good for nothing and won’t listen."
I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white as I struggle to contain my anger. His words cut deep and I decide to leave.
I make a swift movement towards the door, my steps heavy with anger.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lucas's voice slices through the room, demanding an answer.
His tone sounds superior, as if he has the right to control my every move.
I feel my blood boiling as Lucas's words echo in my ears, his condescending tone cutting through my patience like a knife.
I clench my fists even more,
