The Miracle of You

“I am not,” she answered firmly. “You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Callahan. I assure you that I am just having a very bad week.”

She tried hard not to let the sarcasm show in her tone.

Christian smirked in satisfaction. “That’s good to know, my cute little secretary.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snarled before finally storming off towards her room. She was practically fuming.

That man was insufferable!

But terrifying at the same time, she had to admit.

She could never really know what was going on inside of Christian’s crazy mind. He could be psychotic the next moment, and then mischievous the next.

But she knew that behind that arrogant, playful demeanor was a cold, calculative man. He was not someone to be trifled with. He was a demon who loved to play with people and make them feel like idiots.

She knew that she had to be extra careful now. Christian was bound to find more ammunition to blackmail her with.

She really had no idea why he would go through such lengths to keep her, but she supposed that she was the lesser of a few evils around him.

If he chose another woman, she might either betray or disappoint him in the end. Camille was the most sound choice, in all honesty. After all, she had been with the Callahan family for years now.

Not only that, but Christian also knew her too well, especially her weakness. He was pretty much aware of the hostility that she held towards him, but he didn’t mind at all.

She knew, though, that he was satisfied with the fact that she didn’t fawn over him like the other women did. If feelings were involved in the equation, it would ruin Christian’s diabolical plans.

For someone like him, emotions were useless baggage. Once someone got emotionally attached to him or wanted him to love them back, he would instantly turn into a cold demon.

Camille had witnessed it several times at this point. Despite his tendency to flirt with her and his hints of making her his contract wife, he would sometimes bring women to the house and have his affair there.

It was revolting, but Camille didn’t have much of a choice. If she left the house, Christian would assume that she was backing out of the contract. But if she stayed, she would be subjected to the torture of their disgusting sounds and conversations during the night. It was a lose-lose situation.

In times like that, Camille kept a pair of noise-canceling headphones in her room and used them to her heart’s content.

But before she got better earplugs, bits and pieces of their conversations would leak in. Sometimes Christian would even confront the woman in front of Camille while she was eating dinner. He truly had no shame whatsoever.

One woman in particular had been one of Christian’s most annoying affairs. She was a gorgeous, voluptuous model with long red hair and hooded blue eyes.

Her name was Veronica. Even though her looks were glamorous, her personality was not so pretty.

Camille didn’t like it whenever Veronica was around. For one, Veronica was arrogant and obnoxious. It was clear that she was used to getting what she wanted thanks to her looks and money. She treated Camille like a maid and would order her around the house whenever she waited for Christian to come home.

She was one of the few women who knew about Christian’s arrangement with Camille. She probably also signed a non-disclosure agreement, as was the custom with Christian’s women. If they wanted to have a relationship and reap the benefits of an affair with a wealthy, powerful man at the same time, then a contract had to be signed. That way, there would be consequences for the ‘rats’, as he liked to call them.

Camille had seen several theatrics from various women. Most of them were fake and greedy, only wanting to get spoiled by a handsome rich man.

But there were women, just a few, who genuinely fell in love. They got too attached and wanted emotions involved in the relationship. Even though it had been made clear to them from the start that they were only mere affairs, a few of them wanted more. They wanted love. They wanted commitment.

They wanted marriage.

And that was exactly what Veronica had wanted.

“Why do you still keep seeing that woman?”

“What woman? You have to be specific. I have plenty of them.”

Camille could hear Veronica’s shocked exclamation of outrage even through her headphones. It seemed to be another night of heated argument between those two.

“Plenty?! Why would you want to spend time with them when you already have me?”

“Calm down, Ronnie. An angry expression doesn’t suit your pretty face.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Calm down?! Maybe I will, after you promise me not to fool around with those other women anymore!”

“Ah, what an unreasonable request. You would prevent me from having my fun?”

“F… Fun? Is that all I am to you?”

“Honestly, I don’t know how you can even think otherwise. Did I ever say anything to make you misunderstand our situation?”

“What? Christian! How could you?!”

“You know… women who start wanting more… women who start to tell me what to do… they’re not fun to me anymore.”

“What…?”

“You can leave now, Ronnie. I had fun. Too bad that we no longer need to see each other anymore.”

“Christian Callahan!”

And thus began a one-sided heated argument between a furious Veronica and a calm Christian.

It was no use. Even if Veronica took back her words and begged for forgiveness, Christian would no longer take her back. For him, she had already acted out, which meant that there was a possibility that she might do it again.

He didn’t like risks like that. He preferred women that were obedient and could be easily bought with money. He was irritating like that.

So no matter how much Veronica would convince him that she would never do it again, there was no way that Christian would allow things to go back to the way they were.

‘Spiteful, vengeful bastard,’ Camille huffed. ‘Even the devil would be embarrassed to have someone like him in hell.’

She sighed heavily as she tossed and turned in her bed that night. Veronica was still shrieking loudly. It was a wonder that her voice didn’t wear out even in the slightest.

Damn it. Why couldn’t someone as rich as Christian make the walls soundproof?

Come to think of it, considering his evil personality, he might’ve done it on purpose to torture her and the servants.

Until now, in the present time, he still didn’t replace the walls.

‘Irritating bastard,’ she swore in her head once more.

At least she managed to make progress with one of her goals.

As long as Michael didn’t try to get close to her again, there would be no additional problems.

That is, if that unpredictable, impulsive man that she knew since high school had matured over the years.

Otherwise, she would have to anticipate a lot of unexpected incidents from now on.