Novel & Cerita Camila Cabello Consequences

“Nothing. I just got caught up.” “Caught up.” She spat the words back like they tasted bitter. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Getting caught up. Disappearing. Acting like I don’t even exist.” I went silent. She was right, and the truth sat like lead in my stomach. “Elora, please—” “Rhea!” Camila’s voice sliced through the tension. I turned to see her weaving through the bodies, wearing a smile so bright and synthetic it made my skin crawl. She looked flawless—her dress likely cost more than my entire wardrobe, her hair falling in curated waves.

"Do you do a lot of those? Selling your name?" "I did." I looked at my glass. "Before the scandal." Before Camila supposedly poisoned her ex. I couldn't say the words. I let the silence do the work. Eduardo had shown me the ledgers. Camila’s accounts were dry. No more contracts. No more covers. She was a liability. No wonder she’d spiraled until Eduardo threw her into a cage to dry out. "Tough break." "I've bled before. And don't worry, I didn't marry you for the bank account."

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Gabriella had a bad hunch. She asked, "Is the next scene …" The stylist nodded and replied, "That's right. It's the scene where Camila seduces a man before taking his soul and killing him." Gabriella was at a loss for words. Her mind was in complete disarray. She wondered if she could still back out now. The stylist consoled her, "Relax. This is nothing. Besides, the restrictions are pretty heavy these days. The show won't be allowed to air if they're too big. Come on, I still need to style your hair."

“Is that a threat? “the man’s deep voice was curious. “You can think about it that way. Anyway, I know that even if you go and tell your boss, he won’t believe you. I am coming for Camila’s head, I wish that she can just fall down and die already” she smiled sarcastically and then added” for beating me and pulling my gorgeous hair, she will pay.” Caleb hated this woman, he didn’t even understand why Samuel was still bent on entertaining her, he was sure that Camila will not have any peace as long as Samuel still have connections with Bella.

She finally gave in and went to the bathroom with the dress. Hugo sat down on the bed and exhaled. It will finally be over tonight. Camila won’t have to kill anymore. Fourteen families had been annihilated out of existence for knowingly or unknowingly facilitating Camila’s abuse. Camila had pulled the trigger on the heads of those families. Hugo had known that it was taking a huge toll on her but never in his wildest dreams had he expected her to run off with a random foreigner and live a life with him. Camila stepped out of the bathroom. She looked phenomenal. She hadn't tried hard with her hair but she somehow looked ready for a ball as she was. Hugo had a smile on his face filled with adm

Alina asked again, but Camila remained silent. "I said look at me, bitch," she yelled, snatching the wool from her hands and throwing it on the ground. Camila pressed her lips together in anger but decided to control herself. She picked it up and continued knitting like nothing had happened at all. Alina sighed after realizing that she wouldn't bear any fruit, but she still decided that she wouldn't give up. Snatching the needle from Camila's hands, she smirked, pulled her by her hair, jerked her head upwards so that she could face her, and pushed it deep into her left thigh until it disappeared.

"She’s different, Isaiah. She’s not like anyone in our world. She doesn't care about the titles or the money. She looked straight through me, like she could see the cage I’m trapped in." "And you're hooked," Isaiah observed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "An alpha like you, completely derailed by a quiet girl from the logistics floor. I love it. But you need to be careful, man. Camila is not a woman who handles rejection well. She’s entitled, and she has the West media machine behind her. If she thinks this Selah is a threat to her throne, she will try to destroy her." Before Xavier could answer, the sharp, rhythmic vibration of his encrypted personal phone echoed on the m

Camila didn’t sleep. Her thighs were sore. Her lips still tingled from the roughness of his kiss. Her neck was marked. Her sheets smelled like him. And her mind was a chaotic mess of shame, confusion, and arousal. She told herself it was a one-time thing. A slip. A moment of madness. But she knew better. Dante Moreau didn’t do “moments.” He decided, and the world bent to his will. Including her. ⸻

One hour later, I kicked open the door to a private room in one of Marola's high-end clubs. Camilla was lounging back on a genuine leather couch with a glass of champagne in her hand. Her body was shaking with laughter as she chatted with the daughters from several other families. I charged over without hesitation and seized her carefully-styled blonde hair. "You killed him! You bought off that caretaker!" Camilla yelped at the pain of me tugging on her hair roots. The champagne spilled all over her expensive tailor-made dress.