Novel & Cerita Camila Cabello Consequences

the gang leader snapped while grabbing Camellia's hair with his strong, muscular hands. "Ah, it hurts, please let go, I will finish all your tasks soon, please let go first," Camellia winced in pain, her forehead wrinkled, her eyes closed, and her hands held her hair tightly so that it didn't hurt too much. "Do it quickly, if you don't finish it right now, you will know the consequences," threatened another.

Camila's voice rang out as she walked out of the house dressed in a red dress, her hair flowed behind her as she walked towards us, I could see the annoyance in Dominic's eyes, and just when she came close, I held him solfy. “Don't!”I whispered to him, because I didn't want him to do something he was only going to regret. I literally didn't know what was going to do, but I didn't want him to do something he was only going to end up regretting. “Where do you think you're going?”He snapped at Camila who froze and looked up at him. The dress wasn't meant for a funeral as it had a big opening that started from the top of her neck to her ass, exposing her entire back, and they were the red long

In the end, due to the massive amount of money involved, Victoria was sentenced to twelve years in prison and ordered to pay back every cent she stole. But most of the money was already gone, either spent or scammed away from her. The amount they could recover was less than half a million dollars—a meaningless sum compared to the brand's huge losses. Alex Fashion ultimately went into bankruptcy liquidation. Alexander himself had his credit destroyed and was hounded by debt collectors. The man who once graced magazine covers was now a pariah.

“Go deal with the person who kicked you down. You can do whatever you want to him.” Camilia quickly approached Lando Miller before pulling his hair and slapping him around. Lando’s face was entirely swollen before he could even react. Camilia was still dissatisfied after all that, so she picked up a glass bottle before smashing it on his head. “Aaagh!” Lando screamed in pain. He never thought he had provoked such a fierce lady. He was utterly ashamed, yet he would not dare to fight back. The man with dreadlocks was clearly no ordinary person. Small fries like Lando could not hold a candle against someone like that.

There was a knock on the door and I granted whoever was knocking the permission to enter. “Katerina, breakfast is ready.” Camilla informed me. She looked at us holding our hair in our hands and she frowned. “What's wrong?” she asked in confusion. “Nothing serious. It’s just that we decided to cut our hair to show support to my mother. I realised, her hair is falling off.” Camilla nodded in understanding. “Am I allowed to join? Mrs. Paula is a good person. She helped me pay my son’s hospital bills.” I felt tears in my eyes when I heard Camilla’s words.

And that wasn't even counting the entire Villarreal family, who would surely throw me out of this house without a shred of dignity. “That's enough, Adriana. What matters now is that you've been treated and you're fine,” Javier cut in, putting an end to the argument. He then turned, fixing me with a hawk-like gaze, sharp and intimidating. “Perhaps Camila did this because she's still too immature to control her emotions,” he continued, driving an invisible thorn straight into the pit of my stomach. “I don't want to hear about any more problems or commotion after this, Camila. You already know the consequences, don't you?”

I should have been next to her when she woke up; I wanted to be, but I needed to wait for Pops before leaving the house after showing Camila the footage. Camila had not cried or reacted while watching the video. She sat there, numb, until she fell limp on the couch. The doctor described it as a vasovagal response caused by emotional overload. She still didn’t say a word when she came to. Instead, she looked broken, and that was what I had been afraid of. I despised that bastard even in death, and if I could bring him back just to kill him again, I would. I needed Pops' help with Camila, so I called him. He was already aware of everything, and I informed him about the footage I had shown her.

“I’ve learned more than you think. I’ve watched. I’ve waited. And now, it’s time for you to face the consequences of your actions.” But before anyone could react, before the chaos could truly begin, Camila spoke. Her voice was calm, measured, but the venom in it was unmistakable. “Ivan, stop.” Everyone in the room froze, the tension thick enough to choke. I turned to face her, my anger momentarily tempered by the sound of her voice. “You don’t understand,” I began, my tone sharper now. “This isn’t just about you. This isn’t just about me. It’s about everything they’ve done to us.”

“We need to minimize the damage before things get out of hand.” “This video could sink the brand this season and also continue to affect market sales in the future.” “Your relationship with Ms. Vale is now a liability. It's a huge threat to the fashion industry. Don't you see what's coming?” And yes, some part of me told me they weren’t wrong about that but... The video had turned Camila into a public monster overnight. And not even my money can cover it up. My phone chimed. Again. I pulled it out, already annoyed—and saw the same damned video flashing across my screen.

Camila’s fingers trailed over a silk gown, unimpressed. She wasn’t here for the clothes. She was here because shopping soothed her—because controlling people made her feel alive. And she needed that rush today. Because Estella De Luca was still standing. Camila clenched her jaw, suppressing the familiar rage. She should have been gone by now. A ruined woman. A ghost of a scandal. But no. Estella was still married. Still playing house with her man. The contract leak has failed. Camila forced a smile as she turned back to the salesgirl.