Who want my family dead

**~Camila’s POV~**



Chris doesn’t know that Liam is as frigid as he is and I am certain he will not apologize. What perplexes me is that my son knew of our ruse from the beginning. Is it so awful of me to conceal everything with a smile? I just wanted him to think highly of his father. Fathers are meant to be heroes to their kids. I wanted Chris to be like that in Liam's eyes.



This was something I was doing for him. I put on a fake smile for him not to notice anything. It’s possible that he did this in order to cover up his father’s actions, this dinner. To what end is Chris causing us so much harm? I stared at both of them and felt the need to flee. They are both obstinate. I drew my chair back and walked away. I want some fresh air or a reprieve from the two of them. Something I am certain of is that Liam would never back down but Chris is unaware of this and I also know that Chris will not back down due to his pride. I took a big breath as I walked toward my car. Suddenly, a car was barreling at me as I crossed the street. I attempted to flee, but the car pursued me in every direction I went, and everything went black. My son coming after me and apologizing was the last thing I registered.



**~Christopher’s POV~**



I took in the scene in front of me. I was at a loss about what to make of it. I dashed over to check on Liam. I could sense the pounding of his heart. He was okay. He was not harmed in any way. Camille was bleeding. This is the first time in my life I cursed ever driving a sports car, my car can't take the two of them. The result of being a dick rather than a family man. I remembered that Camille drove to this place. I hastened to get her and Liam to her car, where I rushed them to the hospital. While at the hospital, I hoped and prayed that they were both fine. The car did not strike Liam, although he experienced a shock. Camille was in a lot of pain. Who was that mysterious figure? Who would wish to harm Camille and why did the car veer toward Liam? Is it possible that someone wanted to harm Liam in order to get to Camille? However, who would commit such an act to a Grayston? Who would want to harm my family? I took out my phone to call Robin.



“Assemble the CCTV outside the Hype restaurant for me.”



“Certainly, sir,” he said.



They were both in the same room since I know that if one of them awakens, they will ask for the other. I was seated between their beds when Camille yelled.



“Liam! Where is my son, Chris?” She looked terrified.



“He is, in fact, right here. Are you alright?”



“No, I want my son!” She looked terrified and unable to think clearly. I touched her cheeks and locked my gaze with hers.



“Your boy is fine, Camille. He’s right here. Look at me, Liam is fine,” she shook her head. She hugged me and began sobbing, completely oblivious to the fact that her leg was damaged. I’m perplexed how someone who is not even related to her can hold such significance for her. I know that I should not say this, but why is Camille so much closer to Liam than his mother is? Why did she leap when the car veered away towards Liam and struck her rather than him? Claudia would never do such a thing. She is far too self-centered. Camille jumped for the car to hit her instead of her boy. Should I just accept my fate and be with her, but how does a 35-year-old dick stick his cock in a 22-year-old kitty? I'm fucked.



“Shhh, look over there. Your son is there.” She raised her head and sighed. I stroked Camille until she fell asleep. Liam has not moved an inch since we got here, but I can't tell Camille that. She is going to panic.



I sat in the corner and observed my family. I have never been a family man and have no intention of becoming one, yet no one dares my family. Camille and Liam are mines, my family.



We may have our differences, but they are still my family. I’m not sure who did this, but I will not show any mercy. Let them pray that the restaurant outside does not have surveillance cameras. I will continue to look for them until I locate them. No one touches a Grayston and lives to tell the tale.



**~Third-person POV~**



Shit! How did that brat manage to get in the way? His wife was destined to perish. Of course, I did not intend to kill two birds with one stone, my fucking lucky day. I’m going to make him lose the people he cares about. He had been unfaithful to his wife, but he would go to any length for her. She has become my target, which is a terrible pity. I pray the boy is no longer alive. Why would this woman be devoid of emotion? She requested I strike the boy. Is it possible that what I heard was a fabrication? This had better be a good job because I’ve lost everything because of that girl’s actions. If not, I shall have to have her. She is stunning. Imagine making headlines that I had fucked the wife of the most feared man in San Diego. No, I absolutely must have that girl. She is lovely and appears to be naïve. Chris has never touched her, I am certain. I’m going to fuck her first before he does. As for the boy, let him die. Let Chris experience the agony of losing everything. My aim now is to rape his wife when she is in the hospital bed. That would be sexy, dressing her up like a small doctor. I have to have that girl. She is the focal point of it all. I shall not rest till my cock is ensconced in her teeny-tiny pussy.



“You, woman, are also a member of his family. Find the hospital where Camila is being treated. Tonight, I’d like to have her. She cannot fight because of an injury to her leg. This is helpful for me.”



Fuck! My dick hurts at the prospect of Chris’s wife. Why hasn't he had her? I mean she is sexier than any woman I have come across. 



“You want to have her?”



“Why would I ask you this?"



*I’m having her tonight. She will be screaming as my cock stretches her kitty and her leg in pain at the same time. That would be the sexiest moan I would ever hear. I know that bastard will not be in the hospital. He’ll be on the lookout for someone to fuck in order to forget about what happened, and I’m going to have his wife tonight.*