Camila's P.O.V
"Congratulations" Mrs Porter says shaking my hand.
I nod with a small smile at her, she's just a sweet old polite lady, there was no reason to be rude toward her.
"Thank you"I replied with a soft voice, almost tearing up.
"He's a real keeper" she says, motioning to my now newly wedded husband.
My eyes watched as he greeted everyone, laughing with them as they congratulated him, he's just as fake as everyone esle around here.
"That he is" I agreed, placing my hand on her forearm.
I saw my father's eyes as they roamed over me, I looked away immediately, feeling a pound in my heart, knowing he was watching my every move.
"Will you excuse me?" I ask Mrs Porter, just as she searched my disoriented image.
"Of course dear, I understand how overbearing this must be for you" she replies patting my hand.
With a smile, I waled out and onto the balcony, the cool air welcoming me, at least outside i feel welcomed. I was away from congratulations and the hypocrisy, I couldn't believe what my life had come to, married to a man at 19 who I barely even know, well, technically I've known him all life.
Elijah Camorra, his father and mine are business patners. The most ruthless duo known to anyone, always so needy of power. It was like watching two cheerleaders fight for a pom pom, other times they were like thunder and lightening.
I'd never spoken a word to Elijah, for all those times I've known him, my parents forbid I made friends with his family. They preffered to keep us, rather me, under eye watch. I never fancied Elijah but my sister did of course, she fancied all male species.
I was so busy in my thoughts, I hadn't realized someone had walked out and stood next to me.
Who could blame me?.
My life was just handed to a man three hours ago, and yet, I am still under my family's command.
All for a stupid contract.
"Is it safe?" asked the person standing next to me.
I turn turn to look at my best friend, Mira, she looked at me with soft eyes, then pulled me into a hug. I stayed there against her as I tried to recollect myself.
"Thanks" I say moving away from her, to look at her face.
"Always, how are you holding up?" Mira asks, turning her back to the balcony and looking ahead of her.
"How do you think Em?" I ask as looked up st the stars.
Mira sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder, she gave me a pat then put her hand to her side.
"I can't believe they invited so many people" MIra says chuckling coldly, while shaking her headbin disbelief.
Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to glance at the party, I made eye contact with Elijah as he chatted up with my bubbly sister, she was grining from ear to ear like the chesire cat, anymore desperate Quinn and you'd score him.
Quinn had her hands all over his right arm, as she was most likely sweet talking him. That's all she's good at it, yet she was the perfect daughter, there are many words to desrcibe Quinn Brinx, and none of them is 'perfect'. Her silky grey dress hugged her body, falling down her chest just enough, to show cleavage, way to go Mom.
I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me.
"You'll be moving in with him?" Mira asks nodding her head.
"I have to, our parents will be staying there regularly also" I replied huffing out a breath of tiredness.
"Yours, to monitor you I presume" she says tapping the rails with her nails.
I looked down at the pool then at Mira. She shook ger head at me but I insisted with my eyes. I kicked off my heels and climbed up unto the rails.
My mother made me change out of my wedding dress, into a partyy dress of her favor, it was a straight red dress, jewels from the heart shaped bosom to the waist, something Quinn would have rocked.
"Get down from there!" Mira says grabbing my hand.
"Why?" I ask cocking an eyebrow at her, causing her eyes to squint at me in irritation.
Mira stayed silent for a few seconds, before she turned away from me, she gestured for me to get down and I turned to look why she suddenly became silent.
My father was walikng in our direction, I immediately got down and there wasn't enough time to put mt shoes on, so I stood there barefooted, my feet couldn't be seen though, but my height wasn't as before.
My father finally reached to us, he stood there in his blue tux, looking me over with a blank expression. I so hoped he hadn't seen what I was about to do.
"Why are your shoes off Camila?" Dad asks looking between me and Mira, his eyes emotionless.
I stood there unable to speak, I didn't know what to tell him, knowing what he would do if I told him the truth.
"Her feet are quite sore, so I encouraged her to remove them" Mira says moving forward to shield me from my father's soulless eyes.
"That's awfully nice of you Mira, but I'm sure I asked Camila the question" Dad says stepping one foot closer, his voice low and demanding.
Mira cleared her throat and was about to speak again, but Elijah walked out, he stood there next to my father, eyes boring into mine. Elijah looked down and saw my shoes, then he looked at my father.
"Is everything alright Nick?" Elijah asks adjusting his tie, just like all the other rich bastards would when they were about to handle situation.
My eyes raked over his suit as I've done fifty times today, he was wearing a blank tux, he had a golden eagle pin on each white collars and also on his cuffs. His jet balck hair looking soft as always in what always looked like curls. I won't lie, Elijah Camorra was was a very handsome young man, 21 years on earth has done him some good.
"Your wife was just explaining how sore her feet are" Dad says with a retched etching across his face.
I hated him, I hated him with every being in my body, every cell both living and dead.
"I see, may I have a minute with her?" Elijah asks, glancing at my father from the corner of his eye.
"Certainly" Dad says backing away, he shot me a warning look before disappearing into the party.
Mira looked between me and Elijah, but didn't say anything, she considering leaving me with him.
"I'm sure you understood me" Elijah says to Mira, who put a hand to her chest and looked him over.
"She's not some pawn Eli, I'm sure you understand that" Mira says glaring at him.
Right, they were cousins, the pair never really got along and this contract made it even worse. Mira and I went to school together, so no one could stop us from being friends.
"And didn't she say I do" Elijah asks with an annoyed tone in his voice, narrowing his eyes at Mira.
Mira scoffed with an eye roll, she still refused to move, talk about stubborn.
"It's okay Mira, I'll be right in" I assured patting her on the back.
Mira was hesistant but still walked away, she bumped Elijah's shoulder on her way in, causing him to let out a low chuckle.
After a whole two minutes, Elijah finally spoke.
"I saw your little suicidal attempt" Elijah says motioning over the balcony.
I didn't respind, so he stepped closer, he moved closer until there was no space left between us, his cologne drilling through my nostrils.
"It's not that easy Camila, so I suggest you buckle up for the ride" Elijah says causing me to look up at him.
This prick!.
His bright blue eyes bore into mine, I could see his cold soul, just as everyone else's in the life of business. I saw nothing more than business when I look at the people around me, it's all I've known. Business and pain, it turns you into someone you hate but learn to respect.
"You're the only one enjoying the ride once it starts Camorra, I never signed up for it" I say but I realized I actually did sign up for it, I did put my signature on all those papers, I had to, I had no other choice.
"Is that so?" Elijah asks with a smirk, he placed his index finger under my chin, then held my face in place.
"Don't touch me!" I retorted pulling my face away, only causing him to pull me in harshly, but not enough to hurt me.
He held my face in place, his eyes searching mine, he's just like everyone else, I had not one doubt or redemption feelings. He was Elijah Camorra, the son of Luca Camorra, a dreadful man in the world wealth and budsiness, but I doubt they could beat my father at the game of ruthless and pain.
"Camila, Camila, Camila" Elijah taunts in a whisper, his lips inches away from mine, his eyes roamed my face for a few seconds more, then he stepped back and adjusted his tie.
"Put your shoes on, and let's get back to our wedding party, the guests have been weary about your attendance" he says, motioning for me to get myself together.
Reluctantly, I put my shoes on. He held out his arm and I linked mine with his, we walked inside to the party, meeting bright smiles, especially from the ones who knew this marriage was just for the money.
Camila Brinx here, my life, always put in the hands of someone else.
Camila's P.O.VThe smell of waffles filled the kitchen as I sipped my coffee by the island. I had woken up once my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m, I went about with my regular morning exercise, journaling and meditation. I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power.My laptop sat on the kitchen island before, I stared at the screen intently as I watched a preview of my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries, I really couldn't get enough of Damon Salvatore but my heart really aches for Stefan Salvatore, no grudges, I just loved Stefab a little more.My journal and planner sat next to my laptop along with my pencils, highlighters and markers. Whenever I wasn't doing what my family wanted, I tried to at least have some peace in my mind and heart, I just had to. So I journaled, I write in the morning, the aftertoon and before bed, it's been a routine for a while a while now, something I picked up in middl
Camila's P.O.V"Oh, look who decided to finally show up!", exclaimed my mother, once I stepped foot into the sitting room.I fought the urge to roll my eyes, seeing heads turn to look in my direction. My eyes caught every snare from the members of my family, but I played it off as if it was nothing and put my bags on the floor."What're those?" Quinn asks pointing to the two the bags."Wedding gifts, from Josh" I replied shrugging my shoulders.That was enough to keep her uninterested for as long as it could. It was just 1:30 p.m, I couldn't control the lunch meeting at the tavern, Josh and I had a lot of catching up to do."How is Josh?" Mom asks adjusting herself where she sat, "haven't seen him around in a while" she finished playing as if she cared."He was in Fiji, on business" I replied nodding my head, letting the answer in the air.There was a heavy silence in the room until
Camila's P.O.VMy eyes stayed on the back of Elijah, just glaring, I so wanted to smack him in the back of his head. He just had to agree with them.fter we walked into the sitting room, his father proposed that we needed to go on a honeymoon. Just to make the marriage seemingly more real, it was just a stupid contract, why did I have to get stuck with him for two weeks, alone!.I was already dreading being stuck here in this house, I just wanted everything to be done and over with. I wanted them to their contract over with, why did most of these things always involve ruining somebody's life?. They could've just gone another way, but they Seniors wanted to make sure it was a real marriage, or their million dollar deal was off.Both families already had billions of dollars, why did we have to
Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust. As I sat under an umbrella scene, I gazed at the couples enjoying their trip, they looked in love, there was even one couple feeding each other. There was feeling inside me that so wanted one of them to choke, lucky bastards. I was stuck here with a man I rarely even liked, let alone to be in love with and they're just flaunting their love in the air. Italy was definit
Camila "Stop"I laughed trying to push Elijah away from me as we entered the house. He has been bugging me and trying to annoy me since we landed and the car came to pick us up. Mind, there was a lot of paparazzi when we landed, to say it was unexpected would be a lie. And to see us laughing, that only gave them more gossip, so we'll expect new magazine covers by tomorrow morning. "Come on, it couldn't have been that bad Cam"he says chucking and taking my suitcase. I shook head with a smile, he started calling me Cam ever since that dinner, after we got drunk and went back to our room, some very interesting things happened that we decided to never speak of again. Now, he was asking m
Elijah I walked into the kitchen smelling waffles again, two days in a row I've been smelling waffles and each time I come into the kitchen, Camila was seated at the island. Except this time, she was seated on top of the island with her earphones in and her legs crossed, her eyes closed and she looked calm and peaceful. Chef was by the waffle maker, he was already dressed in his uniform, he never spoke to anyone, just cooked and served. I've heard Camila laughing and snickering whenever she was with him alone, but he never smiled to anyone else or talked to to anyone else, she really had her way with others. I haven't been able to look at Camila from the night before because she always trie
Camila"I can't believe your Dad had him inside your house"Josh says over the Skype call.He and Mira called me right after I told them who was here earlier. I don't think he's gone yet because Elijah hadn't come calling me. I couldn't believe he was here either, all those things my father made me do just so he could make more money and be at the top.He never once used Quinn for his work purposes, he always used me. And I couldn't do anything about it because he'd most likely kill me if I went against his words."I believe he would, after all he's done and is still doing, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants"Mira says skipping through her textbook pages.
Camila "Thanks Josh, I'll email you the rest of the information"I say to the blonde boy staring at me through the my laptop. "Sure, we'll talk later"he says waving his hand with a smile. I smile then ended the Skype video call. I rubbed my eyes and winced at the pain in my right arm, I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the black and blue bruise that once was red, it covered almost half of arm. I had to wear hoodies and long sleeved shirts around the house. My mother indeed got her revenge, she couldn't wait until it was just us in the house. I wanted to go out but my father ordered me not to, I really knew better than to go against his orders.