Nathan’s Revenge

Nathan's POVI lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone, just having finished a call with my girlfriend, Camila. I already missed her. As I scrolled through the pictures on my old, worn-out phone, I saw that they were all of her or the two of us together. A proud smile spread across my face when I came across a picture of her smiling. With her long, curly blonde hair, bright ocean blue eyes, plump red lips, and perfectly shaped, shining white teeth, she embodied perfection, the dream girl of every guy in college.Camila was not only rich and intelligent but also beautiful, quirky, and determined. I was taken aback when she agreed to go out with me. I had admired her from a distance on campus for a while, nurturing a huge crush on her for months. I had wanted to confess my feelings so I could move on from the fantasy I was living in. With courage, I expressed my emotions, expecting her to laugh in my face. I believed she was one of those pompous, spoiled, rich girls who would never gi

Nathan's POVThe sound of the chocolate box and flowers startled them, interrupting their activities. Camila appeared surprised, standing up from the man's lap and casually running her fingers through her disheveled hair."Baby, who is this man, and why did he enter your house like this?" the man asked, glaring at me with disdain."He's nobody. Wait for me in the living room," she replied. I stared at her in disbelief. Did she just call me a nobody?He rose from the bed and gave her a quick kiss before leaving. He purposely bumped into me, causing me to stumble, as if I had lost myself completely."What are you doing here? Why did you come to my house without informing me?" she questioned, furrowing her brow. I approached her slowly."Is that all you have to say? I just witnessed you in bed with another man, and that's your only response? Camila, how could you cheat on me on our anniversary?" I asked, my voice filled with pain and brokenness. She snickered."Correction, you are the ot

Nathan's POV"Who are you and how do you know my name?" I asked the elderly man gazing at him skeptically. He came down from his car."Can we talk in that restaurant over there? I already made a reservation," he said."Have you been following me? How were you certain I would pass through this route before you made a reservation?" I inquired."I'm old and I can't stand for too long. Come with me to the restaurant and I will explain everything," he said pleadingly. I gazed at him for a while before I nodded. He walked in and I followed after him. He was an elderly man and I knew how to respect my elders. Although I was passing through hell.We sat in silence for a while. He ordered drinks for us while we seated. One glance at his sleek-looking suit, his cane, shoes, and watch. I could tell he was a very wealthy person. He was clearly hesitating to speak. I cleared my throat loudly."I'm your father," he deadpanned. I stared at him in shock."W..what?" I stuttered in confusion."You are

Camila's POVI was lying on my bed, randomly scrolling through my phone when suddenly an email popped up on my screen. I read its contents, blinked, and wiped my eyes just to be sure I was seeing it correctly. Reading it again, I squealed happily at the good news. Knoxville Enterprise had set up an interview with my company. It was nothing short of a miracle. I had applied without much thought because I never believed we would make it to the top ten on their list.Knoxville Enterprise is one of the most popular and well-established global companies today. When I heard they were selecting just one company to invest in, I applied because my family's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. We didn't have enough money to pay the employees or cover our bills. I knew over a thousand companies had applied to Knoxville Enterprise. Everyone wanted to be associated with them.Among the thousands of companies that applied, I never thought we stood a chance, but we ended up being chosen. I needed

Camila's POVSitting at my desk in Arkwright Group, I tapped my foot on the floor, feeling restless. It had been two days since I met Nathan in his office as the CEO of Knoxville Enterprises. I had to remember to address him as Mr. Knoxville now, as he strongly insisted on that title. The rumors about Knoxville Enterprises' CEO were clearly true, and I witnessed it firsthand. Nathan was ruthless, rude, and cold. I never expected that person to be him.Seeing Nathan sitting on that chair in the CEO's office that day left me dumbfounded. I initially thought my eyes were playing tricks on me until he spoke. His voice was hardly recognizable, cold and emotionless. It had only been six years, but he had changed completely. He looked like a different person, a complete stranger. His warm grey eyes had turned cold and steely, his once long black hair now trimmed shorter. His demeanor was now either icy, rude, or taunting.After we ended things on a bad note, he left school without completing