My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 222: Greg’s Plan (4)

Cammy’s breath caught in her throat the moment Greg reached into his pocket.

From that instant, the world tilted.

Time fractured, stretched, slowed—each second dripping like honey as her eyes locked onto the small velvet box in his hand. Her pulse echoed in her ears like a war drum.

The soft creak of leather. The brush of wind through the open windows. The distant crash of waves. All of it faded into the background.

All she could see was him—Greg—falling to one knee in front of her, his face streaked with silent, uncontrollable tears.

The velvet box trembled in his fingers as he slowly lifted the lid.

And there it was.

A ring.

Simple. Elegant. Unmistakably meaningful.

The moment gripped her by the throat.

Greg’s voice was rough, barely holding itself together. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his whole body shaking with the weight of what he was about to say.

"Cammy..." His voice cracked. "I—I spent the whole night trying to find the right words. But nothing... nothing I came up with felt good enough to say to you. Nothing felt worthy of what I feel."

He took a shaky breath, holding her gaze like it was the only thing keeping him alive. "I know this doesn’t make sense... I know I should not do this. But please—Cammy... Marry me."

Her world collapsed into silence.

A deafening, paralyzing silence. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Cammy couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Her skin broke out in cold sweat. Her limbs felt like stone. Her heart... it stopped. Just stopped.

Around her, everything stood still.

The air. The people. The moment itself—suspended like glass, waiting to shatter.

No one said a word. Not Eve. Not Harry. Not even Ellie, whose usual smirk had been replaced by quiet disbelief.

All eyes were on her.

Waiting.

Begging for her next breath.

And just then—movement by the door caught her attention.

Cammy’s gaze snapped toward it, her senses overwhelmed, and she felt the last bit of air leave her lungs.

Grace stepped into the villa.

And beside her—

An old man. Well-dressed. Distinguished. Familiar.

Cammy’s blood ran cold.

She recognized him.

A judge. One she had seen before—on television, in court reports, in headlines. A man who officiated high-profile weddings.

Her eyes widened.

Her stomach twisted into a knot.

She turned her gaze slowly—too slowly—toward the wide porch that overlooked the sea.

There it was.

White flowers draped over a wooden arch.

Tulle fabric fluttering like whispers in the wind.

A table set with crystal and candlelight.

Food being arranged by silent staff with gloved hands.

A wedding.

Today.

Her head spun.

’Is he... is he planning to get married today?’

To her?

Her knees nearly buckled.

And then—just as she was about to speak—Greg whispered again, barely audible through his cracked voice.

"Say something, Cammy... please..."

Cammy’s vision blurred.

The edges of the room warped like heatwaves, and her knees buckled ever so slightly beneath her.

"Cammy—"

Greg surged forward, catching her just in time before she collapsed. His arms wrapped around her with a panic-laced tenderness, and he held her like she was something breakable—because right now, she was.

"Are you alright?" Greg asked, brushing her hair from her face, his voice tight with fear.

Ellie stepped forward quickly, concern flashing through her usual cold demeanor. "Put her on the sofa. Now."

Grace nodded in agreement, already clearing a space. "She needs to sit down before she collapses. Come on."

Greg lifted Cammy effortlessly, like she weighed nothing at all, and laid her gently on the sofa. Her breaths were shallow, her hand pressed against her chest as if she were trying to contain the thunderstorm inside.

Eve dashed to the kitchen, ripped open the fridge, and returned in seconds with a chilled water bottle. She knelt beside Cammy and held it out, her eyes soft. "Drink this," she said gently.

Cammy stared at it for a moment, then raised a trembling hand and shook her head. "W-Wait," she rasped, voice barely above a whisper. "I’m okay. Just... give me a second. I want to understand what’s happening here."

She slowly turned her gaze to Greg, her eyes glassy and wide with disbelief.

"Do they know... what we are?"

Greg swallowed hard, then gave a hesitant nod. "Yes. I had Grace and Harry tell them. I asked them to help me bring everyone here today."

Cammy blinked at him, stunned. Her brows drew together, her confusion deepening into frustration. Her voice rose slightly, strained with emotion.

"Then what the hell are you doing this for?"

Greg opened his mouth—but no words came. His lips trembled. He shut his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed, unable to speak.

He looked like a man completely stripped of composure, hanging by a thread.

Before the silence could devour them, Grace stepped in, her tone calm, almost motherly. "Allow me to explain, Cammy."

Cammy gave a small nod, exhausted and shaken.

Grace sat beside her, her posture straight but her voice laced with compassion.

"Greg wanted me to help him find a way to marry you. But legally, it’s impossible—not as long as the DNA results suggest you’re siblings." She paused to let that sink in, then continued. "So, I proposed a compromise."

She slowly turned her gaze to Greg, her eyes glassy and wide with disbelief.

"Do they know... what we are?"

Greg swallowed hard, then gave a hesitant nod. "Yes. I had Grace and Harry tell them. I asked them to help me bring everyone here today."

Cammy blinked at him, stunned. Her brows drew together, her confusion deepening into frustration. Her voice rose slightly, strained with emotion.

"Then what the hell are you doing this for?"

Greg opened his mouth—but no words came. His lips trembled. He shut his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed, unable to speak.

He looked like a man completely stripped of composure, hanging by a thread.

Before the silence could devour them, Grace stepped in, her tone calm, almost motherly. "Allow me to explain, Cammy."

Cammy gave a small nod, exhausted and shaken.

Grace sat beside her, her posture straight but her voice laced with compassion.

"Greg wanted to find a way to marry you both. But legally, it’s impossible—not as long as the DNA results suggest you’re siblings." She paused to let that sink in, then continued. "So, I proposed a compromise."

Cammy’s expression hardened, pain flashing behind her eyes. She shook her head slowly, her voice raw and trembling.

"And if that first result was true? If I put myself through that pain again? I can’t, Grace. I can’t..."