Chapter 12 Sister?
“Of course,” Camila said, as if it were obvious, even reasonable. Her tone was indifferent, almost bored. “Did you think I’d let her waste her entire life with you?”
She let out a short laugh and shook her head. “Do you want her to live with a fake husband her entire life? I won’t let her suffer like this.”
She tilted her head slightly. “Why would you expect her to stay married to you? Of course I’m going to get her married.”
Magnus’s face darkened instantly. Anger flared openly across his features.
His voice dropped, tight with barely restrained fury.
“Even if she’s not my real wife,” he said sharply, “sheismy wife legally. And you want to introduce her as your adopted daughter and parade her in front of other men?” His eyes burned into her. “Do you hear yourself? We are married!”
Camila laughed again, utterly unconcerned.
“Why are you reacting like this?” she asked lightly, leaning back against the couch. “Only you and Sophia know you’re married.A few close family members, at most. No one else knows.” She shrugged. “She’s perfectly safe.”
She waved her hand dismissively, as if brushing away something trivial.
“Once the three months are over, get divorced. Then I’ll immediately bring her a hundred good men from wealthy families. She can choose whoever she likes.”
Her eyes brightened as she spoke, genuine delight flickering across her face. “It’ll be so fun! I never had a daughter. Now I finally get to experience what it’s like to marry off a daughter.”
Camila smiled sweetly.
Then her gaze shifted, sharpening as it landed on Magnus.
“Not all men are blind like you,” she added coolly. “Anyone would be lucky to marry a girl like Sophia.” Her eyes swept him with quiet judgment. “Look at her. What’snotto like?”
The smile faded, turning cold.
“Only you are blind.”
Magnus sat rigid. Anger, frustration, and something far darker coiled just beneath his skin. His jaw clenched so hard the muscles twitched visibly. The phone in his hand creaked under the pressure of his grip as a single thought slammed into his mind—
‘She’s going to marry someone else?’
The idea detonated in his head.
‘Am I really going to call my ex-wife mysisterin the future? What kind of bullshit is that?!’
The rage surged.
He slammed the phone down onto the table and shot to his feet. A second later, he bent down, grabbed the phone again, and turned away without sparing Camila a single word.
His footsteps thundered up the stairs as he took them two at a time.
Less than a minute later, he came barreling back down, office bag in hand. His expression was dark as he headed straight for the door.
He yanked it open.
The door slammed violently against the wall, the sound cracking through the house.
Camila flinched, both hands flying up to cover her ears. When she looked up again, her eyes burned as she shot him an angry glare.
“Why are you slamming doors?” she shouted after him angrily. “You think about nothing except money and business! How do you plan to survive in this world without a wife if you keep acting like this? Think about it! It’s only a few more weeks and then Sophia will be gone too!”
Magnus didn’t answer.
