Chapter 3 The Infamous Fiancee

Early the following morning, Sarah left the hotel for the Laurents' mansion. She had forced Rafael to leave her suite the previous night, not wanting to risk someone else seeing him at the hotel with her.

The previous night was a mistake, and it would stay a mistake even though she couldn't deny that Rafael had handled her body just how she needed to be handled. It didn't change the fact that she only had eyes for Vincent, but that was bad news now since he got a new woman.

"That sucks as hell," she murmured to herself as the memory of Vincent introducing her to the public surfaced in her head. She parked her car and got into the mansion while ignoring the house security, with the hope that Vincent wouldn't be around yet, and luckily for her, he wasn't.

No wonder his most used car wasn't outside in the garage.

Ascending up the stairs with the intention to crash in her bed when she gets up, she almost bumped into Damian, her personal guard. She let out a whimper in shock, her step faltering.

"You scared me." Damian didn't respond right away, and she was going to walk past him like nothing had ensued between them the previous day when his voice stopped her.

"I wonder how the Master would feel when he learns that you and Rafael are..."

"Stop. Stop, Damian. Just stop already." She rasped. "Well, you were going to walk past me like you hadn't promised me anything yesternight." He muttered as he hunched to level with her face.

"But I just... Okay, fine." It was futile to argue with Damian. He was a persistent one who hardly went back on his words. For some reason, Vincent had thought she needed a guard and provided Damian for her.

He had been a pain in the neck ever since. He always wanted to know what she was up to and never failed to leave her side unless she was in her room.

"I'm still waiting for you to offer..."

"Okay, okay," Sarah interrupted him. Without wasting time, she scooted closer to him and engaged him in a deep but short kiss. It was a kiss that lacked emotion, but Damian didn't see it that way. In fact, he had only meant to tease her; he hadn't expected she would kiss him.

"Soft lips," he commented with fancy. "Now that I've kept to my promise, you don't have to inform Vincent about anything." Damian could barely hear her anymore.

He pulled her back by the waist and caged her against the wall with his arms sideways to her body.

"What are you doing?" He leaned down to capture her lips once again, but the entrance door suddenly opened at the same time.

She quickly pulled away from Damian, her heart racing with tension. Damian found a way to disappear. "You are back." She cheerfully descended the stairs to greet Vincent, but that was when her sight fell on Camille, the fiancée who had followed. Now seeing her vividly and taking in her features, Sarah's brows furrowed for a different reason. She had seen Camille before; she knew her.

"Hi Sarah, I guess we have not been properly introduced, but Vincent here has said a lot about you to me." Camille expressed it with a bright smile, but Sarah didn't return the smile.

"Of course he had. Have we met before?"

Camille's bright smile quickly faltered, but it returned as soon as it did.

"No, dear. I have not seen your face before." Vincent watched the exchange between the older and younger woman. Not enjoying how Sarah was analyzing his fiancée, he decided to interfere.

"You must have mistaken my darling wife-to-be for someone else, dear." He said, wrapping his arm around Camille while smiling at Sarah. Sarah's eyes fell on the arm wrapped around the new woman, and she had to try hard to suppress a disdainful expression. "Yeah, of course. It's nice to meet you too... Carol..."

"It's Camille." She corrected me. "Yeah, whatever." Sarah said almost rudely while faking a wide smile. Her attention moved to Vincent.

"I will be upstairs; I have a hangover, and I still need to rest." She said warmly to him. Vincent's deep, dark eyes seemed to be scanning Sarah, who he immediately perceived was acting weird.

"That's fine, darling. Camille will be here for some days, so you both have time to get to know more about each other." He said while he stroked Sarah's cheek in a caring manner with his fingers.

Sarah ignored his information that she was obviously not pleased with. She stepped forward and gave him a peck on his cheek. "See you soon." She simply said. Without sparing Camille another glare, she scampered off the stairs.

Camille, who had been attentive to the scenario before her, felt unsettled.

"Are you okay?" Vincent asked, a slight, worried frown marrying his face.

"Yeah, I am." She lied, moving towards the couch. "Joe is bringing my luggage soon." She informed him with the intention to change the topic, but Vincent was not having it.

"You don't seem okay. What's wrong?" Camille sighed, halted, and then turned to him. "I feel like your daughter doesn't like me." She complained worriedly.

Vincent inhaled and touched her cheek. "You have nothing to worry about. Sarah is just being Sarah. That girl has an attitude of hundreds of women put together. She doesn't mingle with unfamiliar people easily, but it's only a matter of days."

Camille sighed, looking a bit relaxed. "It's fine." She moved closer and embraced him. Vincent wrapped her arms around her, feeling relaxed now that he had managed to persuade her.

He had met Camille at a business meeting, and he was immediately attracted to her charm and boldness. Even at 40, she was a hot divorcée who always dressed to kill. Vincent had concluded after a night out together that she befitted his high-profile status, and he had proposed to her privately, which she jumped at.

Even though he missed his late ex-wife deeply, who had died of a mysterious death. He had to move on after a year of mourning Tiffany because it shouldn't be heard of that he had a growing affection towards another person that he shouldn't have it towards. He needed to distract himself, so he chose Camille.

"That reminds me," Camille said, pulling away from the warm embrace. "I thought your daughter's name was Kendra, not Sarah." Vincent scratched his head, an act that he did whenever he was anxious or uncomfortable saying something.

"Well, Kendra is my biological daughter, and she's away working in Seattle. Sarah is not my biological daughter." Camille took a few steps away from him. "What do you mean?"

"She's my late wife's daughter." Camille felt her heart plummeting at the revelation.