All Chapters of HERS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Camila De La Vega hated family dinners. Not because she disliked her family, but because every dinner seemed to come with an announcement she was expected to accept without question. Tonight was no different. She sat at the dining table, barely touching her food. Her father had been unusually quiet since she arrived, and that alone was enough to make her suspicious. Esteban De La Vega was not a man who struggled to speak. He was used to giving instructions and having people follow them. "Is something wrong?" Camila finally asked. Her father placed his glass on the table. "We need to discuss something." She sighed. "I knew there was a reason you invited me." "Camila, this is important." "Then say it." Esteban exchanged a brief look with the man seated beside him. Camila recognised him as one of her father's business associates, although she couldn't remember his name. Her father turned back to her. "You are getting married." For a moment, she thought she had

Camila arrived in Palermo with more questions than answers. She hadn't told her father about the trip. She simply left a message saying she needed a few days away and switched off her phone before he could call back. She knew he would not be happy. But for once, she wasn't interested in making him happy. The taxi stopped outside a small hotel not far from the city centre. Camila paid the driver, collected her bag and walked inside. After checking in, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the message Isabel had sent her. There was an address beneath it. She picked up her phone and called the number. It rang twice. "Hello?" "Isabel? It's Camila." The woman was quiet for a moment. "You came." "Yes. I need to know where I can find you." "I'll send you the address. Come alone." Camila frowned. "Why does everyone keep telling me to come alone?" "Because some people would rather you never heard what I have to say." Before Camila could ask anything else, Isabel ended

Camila barely spoke to Luciano during the journey back to the hotel. She sat beside the window, holding the silver locket in her palm. Every now and then, she opened it and looked at the tiny photograph inside. It was a picture of her mother. She had seen hundreds of photographs of Valeria growing up, but this one felt different. It was as though the woman in the picture had been trying to tell her something. Luciano glanced at her. "You're going to wear that photograph out." Camila closed the locket. "Do you always have something to say?" "Only when people sit beside me looking like they're planning a murder." She turned towards him. "Maybe I'm just thinking." "About your mother?" "About what Isabel said." Luciano looked ahead. "Which part?" "That someone from your family helped my mother disappear." He didn't answer. Camila laughed quietly. "Of course. Silence again." "I don't know what happened that night." "But you know something." "I know my father was involv