What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 126: Camilla - That Woman!

Chapter 126: Camilla - That Woman!
The warehouse was cold, the kind of cold that got into your bones and stayed there. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging just enough to make shadows crawl across the concrete floor.
Viktor sat on a metal chair, elbows on his knees, blood dripping from his gloved fingers onto the ground in slow drops. The man tied to the pole in front of him was barely breathing now. His shirt was soaked with sweat. His face was swollen, and his fingers were ruined and broken. The more he tried to struggle with Viktor to hide his fingers, the harder Viktor pulled, breaking his finger.
The sock in his mouth was dark with spit and blood.
Viktor stared at him and exhaled deeply. He had asked the same question twenty-three times.
"Where is she?"
No answer came from the man. Only soft whimpers as his lips kept trembling.
Nico stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching without a word. He was used to this scene so it wasn’t shocking to him at all.
Viktor’s phone buzzed again on the table beside the gun. He didn’t look. He already knew who it was.
Camilla.
The woman who had given him the twins. The biological mother of the twins. The woman who had tried to take everything else from him was now clawing her way back out of the grave.
He closed his eyes as he let the memories take him.
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Seven years ago
The former Drago head had promised to make Viktor the next head after what he went through during his kidnapping. He didn’t want anything to do with any omega since they traumatised him. However, he needed an heir and since money could fix anything.
The Drago head found a partner to give him sons. All Viktor needed was heirs, not a wife. The Drago name had to live on, and love was a weakness he couldn’t afford. In a dangerous family like Drago, it would be bad advice to fall in love because everything can be used as a weakness.
So he went through the most expensive surrogacy agency in Europe. His father paid for silence, perfection. He needed perfect and healthy children.
And like that, they found her in less than a week.
Camilla Rossi.
She was the perfect vessel to create the future of Drago. She was twenty-five, young, healthy, beautiful.
She had no family, no debts. Everything about her was perfect on paper.
She signed the contract without reading half the pages. Why? Because all she wanted was the money.
Although, she scammed through the contract quickly. The amount she found in the payment clause contract made her stop reading and sign. Some of the terms that were in the contract were simple and brutal:
She must carry the babies and give birth safely.
She’ll be paid ten million euros and disappear forever.
Never contact the father.
Never claim the children.
Viktor met her once before the embryo transfer.
She was pretty... long dark hair, green eyes, and a soft voice. She looked kind, which made him even more agreeable to her carrying the children.
She smiled at him and said, "I’ll take good care of them."
He was pleased and that was it.
Then she was moved to a private mansion in the countryside, thanks to the Dragos where the best doctors in the country paid attention to her. There was no single visitor. She had nine months of luxury.
He didn’t visit once since he didn’t care about her. All he wanted was the babies.
Then the call came after a long time that she had given birth to two healthy boys.
He flew in the same day, walked into the delivery room in a black suit, with his hands in his pockets.
He saw two tiny babies screaming in the incubators and they were his sons.
He held them both... Dante in his left arm, Dario in his right... and felt his chest crack open in a way he didn’t know was possible. He became a different person after he returned from the kidnapper’s den, losing almost all his emotions. But, seeing the twins. His own flesh and blood, he could feel something building inside of him.
Camilla was in bed, pale, exhausted, smiling through tears.
"Good job. I’ll take the children away," he said to her, calling the attention of one of his men. She saw the men in black standing behind the glass door. They were all looking like bodyguards... Of course, they were.
It was then she realised the kind of man Viktor was. He wasn’t ordinary. She looked at the babies. Then at him.
And something changed in her eyes.
He saw it immediately as he furrowed his brows.
Greed.
She reached out. "Can I hold them?"
He hesitated.
"Please. They are my children and... I won’t see them again."
He looked at her trembling hands then handed them over.
She cried harder as she hugged them, kissing their cheeks. He thought it was hormones.
He was wrong.
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Three weeks later
Security called him at 2 a.m. while he was at his office.
"Sir, there’s a woman at the gate. She says she’s your partner and she wants to see the babies."
Viktor was shocked when he heard that he had gone down himself. Camilla stood there in a cheap coat, hair messy, eyes red. He wondered why she would fly all the way from Europe dressed like that after receiving that huge amount of money.
"I just want to see them," she said. "Please."
She started even before he said anything. She held onto his shirt, and he disgustedly pulled himself back carefully, so as not to hurt her.
"I can’t do that," He kept his voice flat. "You signed a contract."
"They’re mine too," she whispered.
"They’re mine," he said. "You were paid. So, go home. I’ll book a flight for you."
He walked away while she watched his back. He thought it would end there, but she came back the next week and the next.
Sometimes with flowers.
Sometimes drunk.
Sometimes screaming that she would go to the press and tell them about his surrogacy.
He paid her more money just to keep her quiet and she took it. Then came back again, demanding more. He increased security but she found ways in anyway.
She started leaving gifts at the gate... teddy bears, baby clothes, letters that said "Mommy loves you."
The twins were six months old when she broke into the nursery at 3 a.m.
A maid found her holding Dario, rocking him, whispering, "You’re mine. You’ll always be mine."
Viktor arrived immediately with a gun in his hand. He didn’t shoot. He had just used it to threaten her so she would leave quietly.
Or so he thought. It worked but not for too long.
An incident that happened two years ago... Viktor had been away on business for three days. He came home to find his silver Bentley wrapped around a tree on the private road.
The driver was dead and the police said it was drunk driving. But Viktor knew his driver didn’t drink. Also, his driver was with him the whole time.
Then he did so much research just to get the footage that had been wiped out and he found it.
There was a security camera close by as he watched his car, speeding till it hit a couple crossing the road.
Elena and Daniel Kane.
They were both killed instantly. Viktor watched the video twenty times. At that time, he didn’t care about the people who were killed. He was concerned about the culprit. The driver’s face was hidden. But when he looked closer, he saw black hair and red lipstick.
It was Camilla.
She had stolen his car and killed two innocent people.
He finally used this opportunity to threaten her. She had the real footage, not the sabotaged one. He told her to stay away or else, he would hand her to the police.
She cried and begged, claiming it was an accident. She also added that she was drunk and angry because he wouldn’t let her see "her babies."
He gave her an ultimatum.
Take fifty million euros and disappear forever or go to prison for murder.
She took the money, signed new papers and that’s how he hasn’t seen her for two years. She didn’t contact him at all until the messages started again. The message that disrupted his cute moment with Elias that day in the kitchen. The buzzing and dinging came repeatedly. It was all from her. She had returned.
He wanted to ignore, like he did years back, or maybe threaten her with the footage, but she left a message that he almost didn’t believe.
That Woman:
Hello Viktor. It’s nice to greet you after so long.
That Woman:
I’m sure you don’t miss me but...
That Woman:
I need your help or I’ll die.
That Woman: So please... Help me.