Camila Alvarez Novels & Stories

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.

With a gentle curiosity in his eyes, he turned to her and asked, "Camila, if you don't mind me asking, who are your parents? I'd love to know more about you." Camila's gaze met Ethan's, and she pondered for a moment, realizing it was time to open up and share a part of her history. With a soft smile, she spoke, her voice filled with a touch of vulnerability. "Ethan, my father is Albert Wright, the owner of WRT Entertainment." Ethan couldn't help but be taken aback by Camila's revelation. His eyes widened with genuine surprise, and he exclaimed, "WRT?!! Wow, Camila! That's quite impressive."

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

It stayed closed. She reached the ladder and began to climb. The window was dirty but loose. She pushed at it. It creaked. Up in the office, the voices stopped. Camila froze. The office door swung open. Alvarez appeared at the edge of the platform, looking down at her. His eyes were cold. “Going somewhere?” he said. Camila’s heart slammed against her ribs. She grabbed the window frame, ready to push. Leo’s voice came from behind Alvarez. “Wait—”

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

The photograph from Nora's room made real and present and standing directly in my path. Camila Reyes looks at me with eyes that are her sister's eyes and are also something else. Something that has been inside an operation and come out the other side of it with a specific kind of knowledge that changes a person's face. "Ms. Navarro," she says. Behind me Nora has gone completely still. "I was hoping to speak with you," Camila says. "Before you go in." I look at her. The bloodline reads her. Not malice. Not the cold patient certainty of Hadrian. Not Aldric's sharp performance.

He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, then slid it across the desk toward me. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. It was a digital file. The woman in the photo was striking, with sharp eyes and she looked to be around my age. "Who is she?" I asked, flipping through the digital file. Dimitri folded his arms. "Her name is Camila De León. She’s one of the most connected people in Seville. She runs almost everything there. Comes from old money, generations deep. Almost every mafia family in Seville reports to her family."

" And I agreed. Camila would be the perfect face to show the world. This would change the plans. Before, I thought Maura was the face to be shown, but now, with Camila's friendship with Valentina, that made her the main one, while Maura would go behind the scenes temporarily. Camila, the idealized Luna, the companion who would inspire confidence. But Maura... Maura was the one I needed by my side when the doors closed and the deals were made. I approached her slowly, my gaze steady. “From now on, no more lies between us. You want to be the woman by the Alpha's side? Then act like it. Stay where I can see you.” She nodded, her voice low. “Yes, Carlos.” I touched her chin and lifted her face.

My interaction with Camilo moments ago was the first I had with him since he agreed to help me. The girl was introduced as Ava Garcia, Camilo's girlfriend. She was beautiful, with golden blond hair that stopped at her waist and clear blue eyes. She smiled politely at me after we were introduced, and I reciprocated, apologizing once more for what had happened earlier. She didn’t look angry, so I felt relieved.