Joshua Bassett
I stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had.
My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.
Camila knew about Nick's plan for months, she knew he would try to kill her after he got what he really wanted. He knew Camila and Elijah would eventually conspire against their families, it was no secret how the two felt about each other.
Even if they had no feelings toward each other, Camila would have found a way to get Elijah on her side, she always wanted to see the best in everyone and would tried her best to help them.
She
The night before Camila's accident Elijah's P.O.V "For some reason I believe you two are up to something" Dad says striding over to my bed. I don't look up at him for a second, I've tried staying out of his way countless times, I don't feel the need anymore to please him. "If we were up to something, do you think I'd be here and not with my wife?" I ask. "Your wife!?" he shouts making me look up at him, "since when has she been your wife, this is all a game Elijah, I've told you many times not to mix business with pleasure" he snares. "She's been my wife since that day we had a big meaningless wedding, she's been my wife since we signed our lives over to each other, she's been my wife for months, so mixing business with pleasure was never an issue for me, her needs are my top priority now, it was your own fault for putting me in this mess" I replied getting up to face him. After he invited Broo
Present Day>>>> Elijah's P.O.V Emilio walked into my office with a bottle of champagne in his right hand and a donut in the left hand. He looked great except the scowl on his face and his ruffled hair, he wore casual black jeans and a light blue t-shirt, he's been walking around with a bottle of champagne for the last week. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Emilio asks taking a seat in one of the empty chairs at my desk. "You know why I'm looking at you like this Emilio" I answer, "you've been wallowing in your feelings for a week now, I'm waiting on you to tell me what's going on". He takes in a deep breath, puts the bottle to his head and just drinks. I watch him, there's nothing I can do to stop him from feeling however he's feeling, mainly because I have no idea what the problem even is. "I'm fighting the urge to tell you, so I'm drinking it away" he says with his eyes closed and n
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 wel
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