My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 106: Fishing For Rich Men

Chapter 106: Fishing For Rich Men

After dropping Monica off at the airport, Cammy didn’t hesitate for a second—she knew exactly where she needed to be. Without a backward glance, she drove straight to her destination, her grip on the steering wheel tightening with every mile.

The moment she stepped inside the grand building, a hush seemed to fall over the lobby. Those who recognized her exchanged knowing glances, whispers rippling through the air like an electric current. But Cammy paid them no mind. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor, and disappeared into the elevator, the doors closing behind her like the final curtain before a reckoning.

By the time she reached her desired floor, the receptionist was already poised, having been forewarned by the one downstairs.

"Madam, it’s good to see you again," the receptionist greeted, her voice steady despite the tension hanging in the air.

"Good to see you too. Where is he?" Cammy’s voice was cool and controlled.

"It’s the end of the day, so he’s in his office with his secretary, and—"

The receptionist never got to finish. Cammy had already turned on her heel and strode toward the office, her presence a storm on the horizon.

"Mrs. Veston, wait! Mr. Veston also has a visitor!"

But the warning came too late. Cammy had already pushed open the heavy doors to Duncan Veston’s office, stepping into the lion’s den without a shred of hesitation.

Cammy stepped into Duncan’s office, her gaze instantly locking onto him. He was seated behind his office desk, his secretary and Randolf in front of him, their expressions taut with seriousness. From the looks on their faces, they were deep in discussion—about her, no doubt. Probably her case.

Duncan’s lips curled into a smirk the moment he saw her. "Look who decided to pay me a visit," he drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me, sweetheart, are you here to take back the divorce? Or do you have a more... intriguing proposition in mind?"

Cammy didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Her voice was cold, cutting through the room like a blade. "Leave us," she commanded, her eyes fixed on Randolf and the secretary.

They hesitated, exchanging wary glances before turning to Duncan for direction. He let the silence stretch, enjoying the power he held in that moment, then finally gave a dismissive nod. Without a word, the two hurried out, the door clicking shut behind them.

Duncan rose slowly, the gleam in his eyes predatory as he gestured toward the sofa. "Have a seat, my dear wife."

Cammy didn’t move. Her chin lifted, her stance unwavering. "No need. I won’t be here long. Dylan is waiting for me."

"So tell me, my love," he murmured, stepping closer. "What is it you want to discuss? Did you finally realize you don’t actually want to divorce me?" His voice was dripping with confidence as if he already knew the answer.

"I’ll withdraw from CorEx if you grant me full custody of Dylan," Cammy stated firmly, her words halting Duncan mid-step as he made his way toward the sofa in the middle of the office.

He turned to her with a slow, knowing smirk, his gaze locking onto hers as he advanced. "Are you absolutely sure about that?"

Cammy didn’t waver. With unwavering determination, she nodded. "Yes. I’m sure."

Duncan’s smirk faltered, replaced by a contemplative frown. "Hmm... I know your father wouldn’t question your decision, but what about Mom? She won’t take kindly to what you’re offering me, my love."

Cammy’s jaw clenched. "Stop calling me my love, and don’t refer to my mother as Mom anymore. This marriage is over. You can have my father’s company, just—please—don’t fight me for Dylan’s custody." Her voice, though strong, carried a hint of desperation.

Duncan studied her for a moment before letting out a thoughtful hum. Then, without a word, he turned away, walked to his desk, and pulled open a drawer. Retrieving a set of documents, he handed them to her with an air of quiet triumph.

"You know, giving me CorEx is not enough for me to back out from fighting for my rights as Dylan’s father, who supported his family all these years. Besides, I need my son as my successor. I think it’s time you read this," he said, watching her reaction closely.

Cammy snatched the documents from Duncan’s grasp, her eyes scanning the pages with increasing urgency. With every word, every page, her frown deepened, her chest tightening as the full weight of the revelation sank in. Then, as if the dam inside her finally broke, she exploded.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! Why the hell was I not informed about this?!" she shouted, her voice ringing through the office as she hurled the documents onto the coffee table in front of Duncan.

Duncan, utterly unfazed, leaned back slightly and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that? You think I kept this from you?" He let out a mocking chuckle, shaking his head. "This was your father’s idea, sweetheart. I just went along with it so he’d let me marry his precious daughter. What was I supposed to do? I was young and so in love." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Of course, I had to sign it. Otherwise, he would’ve married you off to someone else, and we wouldn’t be standing here right now."

Cammy’s vision blurred with rage. "YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, her fury bursting like wildfire as she lunged at him, her hand swinging toward his smug, infuriating face.

But Duncan was faster. His reflexes were sharp, honed from years of knowing exactly how to anticipate her moves. He caught her wrist mid-air, gripping it tightly. His smirk deepened. "Getting violent now, huh?" he taunted.

Undeterred, Cammy used her free hand to strike again, but she failed miserably. Duncan intercepted her just as swiftly, seizing her other wrist and forcing her back until she collided with the cold, unyielding wall.

He pinned both of her hands above her head with a single, effortless grip, his face mere inches from hers. His breath was calm and controlled—nothing like hers, which was erratic and filled with fury. Then, in a voice so low it sent a shiver down her spine, he whispered,

"Tell me, my love... why Gregory Cross, of all people?" His lips curled into something dark, something cruel. "Are you following in your mother’s footsteps now? Fishing for rich men to save your ass?"

Cammy’s nostrils flared with rage, and without a second thought, she jerked forward, slamming her forehead into Duncan’s face. The impact made him stagger back, a sharp grunt escaping his lips. But even as he reeled, his grip on her wrists remained ironclad.

Duncan let out a strained chuckle, shaking off the pain as he lifted his gaze back to hers. "Wow," he mused, his tone laced with something dangerously close to amusement. "I have to admit, I’m impressed. You’ve learned to fight back in such a short time." Then his smirk twisted into something darker, his voice dipping lower, rougher.

"Leave him, Cammy. I’m telling you—don’t push me. If this is some twisted game that makes me jealous, well, congratulations. You win. I am fucking jealous. And I’ll be damned if I let you have him."