LOGINEveryone thought she was nothing compared to her powerful CEO husband. When he kept bringing other women home, she finally had enough and filed for divorce. Everyone assumed she’d come back begging — even he did. But Camilla never looked back. After the divorce, she built a successful life and became unstoppable. As she rose to fame, those who once looked down on her tried to bring her down — only to be crushed by the strong, confident woman she had become. When word spread that she was looking for a father figure for her daughter, powerful men lined up for her attention. But just when she thought she was free from her past, her ex-husband returned with full of regrets. Will Camilla accepts him again? Will she let the man who keep hurting her in the past enter her life again? Or Did Lucas changed himself? Or Camila already found someone who could love her forever.
View More“Hey Ryder, what time are you leaving for school?” I ask when I find him in the kitchen eating cereal.
Ryder looks at me with his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter what time I plan to leave?”
“Umm because I am riding with you. Why else would I be asking?” I say annoyed with his dumb question.
Ryder smirks. “Well, I am leaving at seven thirty, but the bus will be here in about ten minutes. So, I suggest you get your ass down to the bus stop. Don’t want to be late on your first day at a new school.”
“The bus? Your dad told you to drive me.” I say in disbelief.
“My dad’s not here, I only agreed so I didn’t have to hear him bitch. I got to pick up my girlfriend, and I can’t have you cock blocking me.” Ryder says finishing his cereal.
I stare at him in disbelief. I should have known he was going to be a fucking prick when his dad was gone. He’s been a dick since the first day I met him.
“Off you go.” He says waving a dismissive hand towards the door.
Scoffing I grab my backpack and head for the door. “Fucking prick.” I say quietly before slamming the door behind me.
The wind slaps me in the face the second I close the door causing me to shiver. Shit it’s kind of chilly I wish I would have grabbed a hoodie or something. I am not going back in there with that asshole though.
Looking around for a second, I see some other kids standing at the end of the street, that must be where the bus stop is. Pulling my thin long sleeve shirt down over my hands I walk towards the other kids at the end of the street.
This is a nice neighborhood all the houses are at least two stories, yards are clean and mowed to perfection, the houses are all perfectly painted as if they are repainted every year. I have only been here for two days, so I haven’t really had time to explore.
The gate in the yard next to my house opens and a gorgeous tall blonde-haired boy walks out. He has to be at least six foot three and if I had to guess I’d say he’s probably a senior like me. After closing his gate his head lifts and our eyes meet. He has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen on a man.
“Hey.” He says in a deep voice showing me the most beautiful smile.
I smile shyly. “Hey.”
“I’m Logan. You are Ryder’s new stepsister, right?” He asks as he starts walking beside me.
“Unfortunately.” I say with a small laugh. “How did you know that though?”
“Small town.” He says with a laugh. “So why aren’t you riding to school with him?”
I turn my head with narrowed eyes to look at him. “Cause he’s a dick. He didn’t want me cock blocking him. His words not mine.”
Logan laughs. “I wasn’t going to say anything but since you said it first, yeah he is a dick.”
“Lucky me, we get to live in the same house.” I say sarcastically.
“I thought it was bad living next to him. I would hate to live with him.” Logan says smiling.
“Hey guys.” Logan says to the other teenagers at the bus stop when we get down there. Two younger girls blush and wave at him. If I had to guess I would say they are maybe sophomores.
A couple minutes later the bus pulls up in front of us. The two younger girls get on the bus first, and I motion for Logan to go next but he gives me a small push with his hand on my lower back, and I reluctantly get on the bus before him.
The bus is full of curious kids staring at me, probably all wondering who the hell I am. I know that’s what I would be wondering. Looking around I try to find an empty seat. Logan leans in and whispers “go to the back you can sit with me.”
I nod my head and walk to the very back. There are four other guys sitting back there, all of them are gorgeous, not as gorgeous as Logan but pretty good looking, nonetheless. I can feel their eyes on me as I take the empty seat at the back sitting by the window, Logan sits beside me taking the aisle seat.
“Sup guys.” Logan says bumping fists and shaking hands with each guy. They all nod and say their own greetings, never taking their eyes off me.
A tan guy sitting in the seat next to us with gorgeous brown eyes and shaggy black hair smiles at me and nods to Logan. “Is this Ryder’s new sister?”
“Stepsister.” I chime in rolling my eyes.
Logan laughs. “She’s not a fan of Ryder either. This is-.” Logan pauses and turns to me with an apologetic smile. “You never actually told me your name.”
I smile. “I’m Lilliana most people call me Lilly though.”
Logan smiles at me. “Lilly, I like that. This is Brandon he says pointing to the guy sitting in the seat next to us with the brown eyes and black hair. That’s Aaron he says pointing to the guy sitting beside Brandon, everyone calls him A-Rod. Aaron smiled flashing bright white teeth. He is good looking athletic build, red hair, green eyes, and a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. This is Harrison he says pointing to an equally attractive blonde guy with blue eyes and tan skin. Last but not least this is Calvin he says pointing to a gorgeous black guy with dark chocolate colored skin and gorgeous light brown eyes.
“Nice to meet you guys.” I say smiling at all of them.
“So how do you like living with Ryder?” Harrison asks with a slight bit of sarcasm laced into his tone.
I scoff. “I’m riding the bus and he has a fancy ass car. What do you think?”
Harrison laughs. “He’s a prick, but I figured since you are so hot he would have at least been nice to you.”
I feel heat spread up my neck and onto my face. He thinks I’m hot? Logan laughs, “Real subtle dude.”
Harrison shrugs. “What? She’s hot. Don’t act like you haven’t noticed.”
Logan nods his head in agreement, and I feel my blush deepen. “Just because I think it doesn’t mean I need to say it.”
Brandon, Calvin, and Aaron laugh but also nod their heads in agreement. What the hell is going on? There is no way they all think I’m hot. This town must have some ugly women if they all think I’m hot.
I mean I am not the ugliest girl in the world but I’m not exactly a super model. I have thick thighs, a very round ass, large breasts and a smallish waist. My hair is a dirty blonde almost brown at this point and my blue eyes are nothing special. My skin is so pale it’s almost ghostly. People at my old school didn’t really show any interest in me.
There was one guy that was always hitting on me, but he was weird and definitely not sexy. All of these guys could have any girl they want; they are all muscular and if I had to guess I would say they all play some kind of sport. Why would they want someone like me?
Laughing, I try to change the subject. “So, what do you guys do for fun?”
Logan is the first to answer. “Well, there isn’t really anything fun to do around here. If you haven’t noticed the town is kind of small and there isn’t much to do anywhere.”
“I haven’t really had a chance to explore. I just moved in over the weekend. But that really sucks.” I say with a laugh.
Camilla Varela’s Point of View “Aunt was right—you really do work here.” I froze mid-step when I spotted Monique lounging on the couch in the building’s lobby. Her expression was sharp, her eyebrow arched as she looked me over with thinly veiled disdain. She rose from her seat and approached me, each step radiating confrontation. “So, are you planning to seduce my boyfriend now?” she asked, her voice laced with accusation. I let out an exasperated sigh at the audacity of her question. Was she seriously accusing me of that? She was the one known for this kind of behavior. “Really, Monique? You’re going to say that to me?” I shot back. “Between the two of us, aren’t you the one with a track record of stealing someone else’s man?” Her eyes narrowed, her stare turning even more hostile, but I didn’t flinch. I simply smiled, calmly meeting her gaze. “You’re the one who stole my husband,” I reminded her. “Well, he’s mine now!” she snapped proudly. “Then keep him. I have
Lucas De Luca’s Point of View I couldn't stop watching her. She sat at her desk, focused intently on her computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she worked. I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to what she had said earlier. Deep down, I knew she was right. She was absolutely right—I really am just like my mother. I had failed her. I stood by in silence while my mother continuously belittled and insulted her. I acted like a worthless husband, unable—or maybe unwilling—to stand up for her. I allowed other women, the ones I brought into our home, to treat her like she was beneath them. I let all of that happen, and I didn’t protect her when she needed me the most. I sighed quietly, shaking my head as I turned my attention back to my own computer screen. I glanced at the time—it was already 11:00 AM. Almost lunchtime. Should I ask her to grab a bite with me? But what if she said no? Would it just make things more awkward between us? Cle
Camilla Varela's Point of View "What are you doing here in my son's building?" I looked up, startled, at the woman who had just stepped into the elevator I'd only recently entered. My breath caught when I recognized her—it was Lucas's mother, my ex-mother-in-law. Her eyes were sharp, filled with obvious hostility as she glared at me. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine we’d run into each other like this. Ever since I told her I was leaving her son, we hadn’t crossed paths. We parted ways with anger and silence, and I honestly thought I’d never see her again. Of course, fate just loves playing games. Perfect timing, really. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my disbelief. She must’ve noticed, because she immediately snapped at me again. "Why are you shaking your head like that, you piece of trash?" she spat. "Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" Even after all this time, she still sees me as nothing more than garbage. Some things never change. S
Camilla Varela’s Point of View “What?!” Cassandra blurted out, completely shocked after I told her everything that happened earlier at the office. “I honestly thought he recognized Tamara’s voice during that call,” I admitted, leaning back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “But thank God, he didn’t.” I was exhausted. Work had drained me completely. Lucas had been making my life harder than usual—sending me off to do tasks that clearly weren’t part of my job description. Errands, side work, unnecessary meetings… It’s like he’s trying to push me to my limits. “It’s probably for the best that he didn’t realize,” Cassandra replied, her voice slightly wary. “Because if he ever finds out the truth, I swear he won’t let you go that easily. He’ll make your life a living mess. He’d turn your whole world upside down just to get answers.” I gave her a weak smile. I knew she was right—but I didn’t want to talk about him anymore. Not now. Not when I was finally out of the office. “A
Camilla Varela's Point of View "Alright, I'll agree to work at your company again," I said, my voice unwavering and cold. "But don’t expect things to go back to how they were." Lucas simply gave me a smug look. "Naturally. You're here for the job, not for anything personal, Camilla." I couldn
Camilla Varela’s Point of View It’s been four long years since I walked away from my past and left them behind. Those years weren’t easy for me — in fact, they were some of the hardest times of my life. But despite everything, one thing I’ve always been grateful for is Clint. He’s been by my side t
Cassandra Ravamorte’s Point of ViewAs soon as I arrived at my condo, frustration immediately washed over me when I saw Lucas — Camilla’s ex-husband — standing right there. My patience was already running thin. I stopped in my tracks and faced him, my voice sharp with irritation."What are you doin
Camilla Varela’s Point of View As soon as we arrived at Cassandra’s condo, I went straight to my room. My mind was a mess—I couldn’t think clearly. Everything felt like a blur. I couldn’t even recall what the doctor said after hearing the news. Maybe Cassandra paid attention, but I didn’t. My thou












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