Lahat ng Kabanata ng Saint Or Sinner? : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Camila's Point Of ViewAfter wrapping up my bath, I took a moment to relish my reflection as I sat in front of the dresser, my towel-wrapped hair draped around my shoulders. I then meticulously dried my hair before pulling it into a tight bun, letting soft bangs frame my face.My makeup leaned towards a nude palette, a choice that felt both elegant and understated, perfectly complementing the splash of glamour I was about to embrace. As I slipped into my sequin gray gown, I felt it mold to my body, clinging to every curve with a flattering snugness.The slit that ran from my mid-thigh to the floor added an air of allure, highlighting my toned legs and daringly hinting at seduction. I adorned myself with simple diamond jewels which twinkled delicately against the fabric of my gown.Gazing at my reflection, I allowed myself a moment of confidence, pulling my glossy lips into a satisfied smile.The final touch was my favorite coconut-scented perfume, lending an exotic allure to my ap

Camila's Point Of View I knew I was awake, but my body felt heavy, like lead. I couldn't muster the energy to open my eyes.After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to pry them open, but the blinding light forced me to shut them down again instantly. My head throbbed, and I slowly sat up, blinking repeatedly to adjust to the onslaught of light.I stretched my sore muscles, a tired yawn escaping my lips. I kicked off the comforter and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as the cold tile froze my feet. I reached for my slippers, but they weren't there.My eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar decor. This wasn't my room, I figured. Panic started to rise in my chest.My gaze fell upon the oversize blue shirt I was wearing, clearly belonging to a male.My mind raced back to the last thing I remembered. Luciano's face, etched in fury"Oh my!" I gasped.My hand flew to my mouth, a chilling dread settling in my stomach. I rushed toward the door, but i

~Camila~I honestly don't know if I'd be able to face Luciano again, or if I'd have the courage to do what I did just minutes ago. I have no idea what came over me, what made me act that way. Maybe I was intrigued by his fetish, wanting to tempt him, to see what he could really do. Or perhaps it was a hidden fantasy, one I never knew I had until now.Questions swirled in my head, and I knew I wouldn't find answers to all of them. But one thing was certain: whatever game this is with Luciano Dela-lucchese, I'll be careful with my heart and my emotions.I couldn't find my way back to my room, ending up outside in the garden.The scents of flowers filled my nostrils, and I inhaled them deeply, loving the fragrance. The cool night wind wrapped around me, and I hugged myself for warmth.The night lights made the garden even more beautiful than it was during the day, and the lush grass felt soft beneath my slippers. I wondered if Ava or Dylan knew where I was.'Dang,' I cursed, realizing m

Camila's Point Of View The sun rose on a new day, pouring a golden glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious bedroom. I woke up feeling refreshed, the soft mattress and fluffy pillows cradling me in comfort. I stretched and took in my surroundings, a sense of peace washing over me in the comfort.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and padded toward the windows, drawn by the breathtaking horizon.The world outside shimmered with the promise of a new beginning. My mind drifted to Ava and a pang of worry knotted in my stomach at the thought of her. I knew she must be anxious about my whereabouts. I needed to reach out and reassure her that I was safe.Just as I was immersed in my thoughts, a gentle knock on the door broke through my moment of tranquility."Come in," I muttered, my voice still thick with sleep. The door creaked open, revealing the housekeeper from the previous night, a warm smile gracing her face as she entered with a delicate cup on a saucer.

Russo and I arrived at the dressing room, an expansive space that reeked of hairspray, shampoo, and makeup.The walls were lined with glass mirrors that captured every angle, reflecting my anticipation as if echoing it back to me. It was an arena of beauty and transformation.The ladies, already assembled, greeted me in unison, “Good morning, ma'am." The synchronised greeting felt oddly formal, and I mumbled a quick 'Good morning' in response."Camila, will you be fine on your own?" Russo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I nodded with a smile."Yes, I'll be fine.""I'll take my leave now. When you're done, ask them to take you to Luciano if I'm not here," he said, returning my smile with a nod before departing.While some ladies worked on my hair, others meticulously tended to my fingernails and toenails. I couldn't peek at their progress because cool, cucumber slices rested on my eyes.A wave of cool sensation hit my face, accompanied by the scent of vitamin syrup. Soft f