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Chapter 108

Roman’s POV Post

I raised an eyebrow, studying the woman beside me. “If you weren’t related to the Whitmore family, Camila, why would you be so worried about convincing me otherwise?”

She stared at me, apparently hoping I would offer her an escape route. I almost laughed. “What’s wron Gat got your tongue?”

“Roman…”

“Should I start addressing you as Lady Evelyn Whitmore now?” I asked, deliberately drawing out her surname. “Or would you prefer I continue calling you my little secretary or little sis in law?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. That was priceless. She had been so careful to maintain her little disguise that she hadn’t realised how much she’d already revealed. And now, having practically handed me the final piece of the puzzle herself, she looked as though she wanted the hospital floor to swallow her.

“Wait.” She turned towards me, narrowing her eyes. “You knew?”

I gave her an innocent look. “Knew what?”

“Don’t play games with me. You’ve known who I am all along, haven’t you?”

I couldn’t hold back my amusement. “Let’s just say you’re not as difficult to figure out as you think, Lady Whitmore.”

Her expression changed instantly. “Since when?”

“Since our first dinner together, actually. Something about that private room caught my attention. I had a few things checked, and the pieces began falling into place.”

She looked genuinely offended. “So, all this time, when I told you I was just a secretary, you knew I was lying?”

“Technically, you were telling me what you wanted me to believe.”

“And you just went along with it?”

I shrugged. “You seemed quite committed to the performance. I didn’t see any reason to ruin your fun.”

She stared at me in disbelief. I found her reaction entertaining, but there was something else I understood. She hadn’t hidden her identity for the sake of a game. She had her reasons, and I wasn’t about to demand an explanation while her grandmother was still in the emergency room.

She finally looked away and released a long breath. “Fine. There’s no point pretending now. But I need you to keep this to yourself. Don’t tell anyone who I am.”

I tilted my head. “Why? You’re the heiress of Whitmore Group. Wouldn’t it be easier to let people know? Especially Julian. Or are you planning to keep him in the dark forever?”

Her expression cooled at the mention of my half–brother. “There’s no reason for him to know.”

“None at all?”

“Not anymore.” Her voice was quiet, but firm. “I’ve seen enough of Julian to know I made the right decision keeping that part of my life away from him. If things had worked out between us, perhaps I would have told him eventually. But they didn’t. And I’m glad I never gave him that opportunity.”

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I watched her for a moment. Julian still seemed to believe she was an ordinary secretary who had somehow secured her position through connections. He had no idea the woman he’d dismissed had been privately educated by some of the finest tutors available. She had received an exceptional education from childhood and earned admission to a prestigious overseas university while still young.

It was almost amusing how little he knew about the woman he had once claimed to love.

“Besides,” Camila continued, “I don’t want him interfering in my life again. So please, Roman. Don’t let him find

out.”

I gave her a small nod. “Your secret is safe with me.”

She seemed to relax a little. “Good.”

“Now I’m curious. How many people know the real Miss Whitmore?”

She considered the question. “Not many. At Whitmore Group, Kent knows. Outside the company, there’s Anabela. Professor Tessa Westbrook and her son, Dr. Adrian, know too. That’s about it.”

I took that in. Kent, Anabela, Professor Tessa and Adrian. A very short list for someone who belonged to one of the most prominent families in the business and werewolf royalty world. And now, apparently, I had joined it. An unexpected little secret between us.

“So I’m in rather exclusive company,” I remarked.

She gave me a suspicious look. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

I chuckled. “I’m only saying that if your identity suddenly becomes public, I suppose I’ll be the first person you

blame.”

“Of course. Who else would I suspect?”

“That’s convenient.”

She lifted her chin, looking far too pleased with herself. “Just remember, if anyone finds out, I’ll know you

were responsible.”

I laughed under my breath. “So I’m guilty before anything even happens?”

“Unless you want to prove your innocence.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to do that?”

She gave me a small, mischievous smile. “Beg me to believe you.”

I turned towards her, amused. “I’m not begging you, Miss Whitmore.”

Her smile widened. I had to admit, I preferred this side of her–the woman beneath the carefully constructed secretary disguise. But I wasn’t going to let her know that just yet. For now, I would keep her secret. And I had no intention of calling her Miss Whitmore every time I wanted to get under her skin. Camila Hart would do just fine.

The more time I spent around Camila, the more I began to suspect that her reputation for being difficult

wasn’t entirely undeserved.

People often described me as cold, arrogant and impossible to please. Yet, judging by the woman sitting beside me, I wasn’t the only one with a sharp tongue. Miss Hart could be just as ruthless when she wanted to be. And strangely enough, I was beginning to enjoy it.

She glanced at me, a mischievous smile slowly forming on her lips.

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“Actually, I think you need to beg me now.”

I turned towards her. “Beg you?”

Roman. Beg.” She looked thoroughly pleased with herself. “There’s something important I could tell you, but I’m not giving it away for free. Come on. A little begging won’t hurt you.”

I raised an eyebrow. Something important? Now that was an interesting offer. “You want me on my knees, Miss Hart?”

“Would that be too difficult for you?”

I let a slow smile spread across my face. “Not particularly. But you should know something about how and what happens when I get on my knees.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “What?”

I leaned back, enjoying the curiosity I’d stirred. “When I beg, I prefer to make the experience memorable. So, tell me, should I come over to your place, or would you rather come to mine?”

Her smile vanished. “What the hell are you talking about?” The colour rushed into her cheeks so quickly that almost laughed. Clearly, her mind had taken a rather interesting detour. And judging by the way she suddenly avoided my eyes, I had a good idea which memories she’d stumbled upon.

I leaned closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear me. “You asked me to beg, didn’t you?”

“Roman, don’t you dare…”

“I’m only explaining my approach, little sis–in–law.” I let my gaze linger on her flushed face. “My kind of begging tends to leave people very satisfied and drained as well. You might want to remember that for the next time you find yourself asking me to beg you.”

She stared at me, utterly scandalised. I settled back with a satisfied smile. Perhaps the emergency room wasn’t the best place for this conversation, but Miss Hart had started it. And I was simply being cooperative.