Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)
Chapter 97 win her over

AUTHOR'S POV

Camilla's bedroom in the White Mansion was in disarray, with broken wine bottles and shattered glass vases strewn across the floor. Among the debris were torn and ruined articles of clothing, while others remained intact but were still littered on the ground alongside the shattered glass.

The lady displaying signs of a mental condition is seated by the window, holding a beer bottle and a vape. Her face is completely flushed and marked with tear stains. Her makeup has been smudged due to the constant crying. She is filled with anger as her hands tremble, driven by the chaotic sequence of events she experienced earlier at the DW's office.

Since she understood Alessandro, she only loved him and his money, but that woman snatched everything away from her! That only woman has captured both Devobte brothers; now, they are fighting against each other! But, what is her fault in all this!?

They only used her in their time of need, and now, when they think her usefulness is over, they discard her!

"AAGH!" Camilla screamed in frustration and threw away the bottle in her hand as it broke into pieces, and the floor was stained with liquors inside.

In a hurry, her mother, who had been outside the house attending a friend's party, swiftly made her way to the room. Mrs White gasped loudly, covering her mouth.

"Camilla! What is wrong with you!?"

She immediately rushed beside her while Camilla threw herself in her mother's arms and cried her heart out. She explained everything to her mother amidst sobs and hiccups.

Mrs White caressed her head. "Don't feel low, Camilla. Crying won't solve it. You need to stand strong and avenge yourself."

Hearing her mother's words, she raised her head and met her mother's gaze. Suddenly, she realized her mother was right. She needs to get what she wants.

She needs to replace her way!

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At 7:30 pm, T&R Hotel is bustling with affluent individuals enjoying themselves. Nestled in the heart of New York, this opulent haven boasts a seven-star rating. It attracts people from various backgrounds, all seeking a luxurious getaway.

These people are so different, but they have one thing in common-money. They all own countless of them.

And in the hustle and bustle of luxury and luxurious people, a woman in a gorgeous red dress walked inside the hotel classily. She walked toward the reception area and put off her big glasses with an arrogant smile.

"Hi, this is Camilla White. I am here to meet Mr Jordan Smith in room number 1505."

The receptionist greeted her with a polite smile and requested her to wait momentarily. She then contacted the room number mentioned. Once granted permission, the receptionist said, "Ma'am, Mr. Smith is expecting you."

Soon, Camilla stood before room 1505. As she observed the room number, her eyes grew icy, recalling the events from three years ago when she had drugged Alessandro in this very room, intending to become close to him. However, fate had different intentions, as Victoria ended up sharing the night with him.

Since then, she always chooses this room for her pleasure to remind herself of the pain of that night, which Dominic is unaware of.

She knocked on the door, and a second later, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a bald head and round belly.

He is Jordan Smith, the man she had arranged for Victoria three years ago. However, on that particular night, Victoria entered Alessandro's room, and Camilla ended up with that psycho, Dominic. However, to advance her career, she recognized Jordan's influence within the modeling industry. After meeting him, their relationship quickly became intimate. Despite his less appealing appearance, she saw the advantages he could provide, making him one of her sexual partners for years. And of course, Dominic is unaware of the situation.

Camilla is familiar with the industry and the individuals involved, all of whom desire money, power, and fame. Those already possess these things also seek companionship with attractive individuals and enjoy indulging in pleasurable experiences. It was always a give-and-take situation.

Camilla smiled at the man as he stepped aside with an ugly and evil smirk, and she entered.

The moment she stepped into the room, he closed the door and immediately pushed her back on the wall, pressing his hard-on between her thighs and kissing her feverishly.

'Fucking arshole!' Camilla cursed him in her mind and struggled a little to get away from him. However, he has gone wild, captivated by the alluring beauty right before him.

As soon as she called him this evening, he had already taken his strength pill to keep himself strong in bed throughout the night. However, Camilla needed to confirm something first. She struggled harder and finally managed herself out of his grasp, backing him.

Jordan frowned. "What is wrong with you?" He sounded displeased.

He only thought she was here to warm his bed and nothing else.

Camilla sat on the edge of the bed and smiled.

"I am here for something else. I have something important to tell you. Can we talk first?" She raised her brow at him.

Despite his deepening frown, Jordan refrained from opposing it, as he didn't want to risk annoying her and losing the chance of getting what he wanted.

He sat on the couch in the black robe and asked, "What's the matter?"

Camilla stood up with a smile and walked toward him before sitting on his lap. Her fingers caressed his chubby arm and touched softly on his cheek. With a tight grip on her waist, Jordan took a deep breath before uttering in a husky voice, "Go ahead."

Camilla ensured he did not say 'no' to her demands.

Flattering him with her seduction, she began to talk, "Do you know the daughter of the Edwards family who recently showed up? Victoria Edwards?" Jordan grunted when he heard her name. He once had an interaction with Victoria, and he hated her! From his point of view, the woman is too arrogant and full of herself!

"That arrogant bitch! She thinks she has power and can do anything! Why do you mention her name at this time?" Jordan growled a little in dissatisfaction.

Camilla suppressed the growing smirk in her and continued, "I heard she had a conflict with you before. Is that true?"

Recalling the past interaction with Victoria, Jordan growled lowly in frustration. "I have never seen anything worthless than that woman!"

He is already experiencing considerable physical frustration, and the mere mention of Victoria has intensified his dissatisfaction.

"Oh, Daddy." Camilla lowered her head, kissed his chubby cheeks, and 'yucked' inwardly while plastering a flattering smile.

This man likes to be called daddy. A little daddy kink, and knowing it, she is trying to butter him up before making her demand.

"You are right; that woman is a bitch! She is so annoying and only cares about herself!" She started fueling the power to get her work done.

Jordan's face darkened, and she realized it was the right time to hit on the spot.

Camilla continued, "You know, Daddy, She offended me too! She hurt me! And I don't like her. I want to remove her from my way, and I would be grateful if you could help me clean her up. Will you do that for me?"

She fluttered her lashes at him, trying to fake an adorable look, which worked for her.

The relentless need, growing harder with time and her seduction, brought him on edge. Jordan Smith would agree with anything at this moment, especially when she took the initiative to call him daddy!

He nodded his head vigorously as his hands started roughly touching her slender and delicious figure.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, so much impatient at this moment.

Camilla only scoffed in her mind before circling her arms around his neck.

"I heard Vitoria will participate as a designer in the Adornet Art Gallery's jewellery exhibition. She will bid there."

She leaned forward, touching his ear with her lips sensually, making him shiver. She whispered, "How about you go and win her over?"

Immediately, Jordan lost his patience and picked her up and walked toward the bed before throwing her roughly on the bed.

"Oh, of course, I will do whatever you want, but before that..." He hovered over her, "Let me have my fit first." He growled and pounced on her.