Camila Madrigal Novels & Stories

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

MILAGROS Cordova was in her late fifties with thick salt and pepper hair and was the resident doctor of their family since time immemorial. The latter had slowly deteriorated in appearance, still, it didn't affect her ability as much as one would think. She was just incredibly dedicated to working at hand; even doing long hours of duty on weekends. "How is she?" Ira politely asked her. "Well, she's stable. Nothing serious, so don't be a worrywart." Doctor Cordova said to him as if that made it any better.

A dominating presence which made Camila shrink in fear into the blankets in her hand. From the cub’s actions, Miranda then turned to see her mate standing by the door. “Who is she?” Damian asked straight away. “I've never seen her around your pack before. Is she one of the lotus wolves?” Miranda thought in her mind then that telling him where Camila really came from might not be such a good idea, so she decided to lie. “Yes. She is a lotus wolf,” she said. “Camila lost her mom a few days ago so I decided to take care of her.”

“Yeah? And why wasn’t it working, Luther? Because you were cheating on me?” I scoffed. “I didn’t cheat on you.” “Oh, really?” she fired back, stepping closer. “Then what about the mysterious woman you were always sending gifts to? Whispering with in corners. Who is she, by the way?” She tilted her head with a fake smile. “Does Joanna know you had a secret woman ? Or… maybe she was the mysterious woman all along?” My jaw tightened. I knew exactly what she was trying to do. Camila was the kind of woman who didn’t like to lose. Especially not to another woman. I better find a way to send her back to Spain.

She felt comfortable around her. "No, I will order another one. You carry on." She spoke with motherly tone which was nearly impossible to turn down. Micaela took the first bite and her taste bud like the white sauce pasta. She continued talking in between sipping her cup of coffee. Form her conversation she learned that her name was Camila and she lives in Vitoria. She has two son and a daughter who was married to a business tycoon. Her elder son and his wife were no more. Her younger son and her husband deals in hotels and resorts. It must be really tough for her to go through the pain of her elder son's demise.

she whispered. Mateo walked toward one covered canvas nearby and pulled the cloth away. Camila’s breath caught instantly. She recognized the painting immediately. One of M.A’s most famous works. A haunting portrait called *The Woman in Rain.* She had seen it online before. Worth millions. “Oh my God…” Mateo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’ve been planning to reveal my identity publicly soon.” Camila looked at him like she was seeing him for the first time all over again.

Najaf took out his mobile phone, put his finger on his lips and gestured to Emily to remain silent. "Najaf Azfarin has not reached home. It is night and her number is not visible." Maida Begum's nervous voice came in the phone. Najaf panicked and put his hand on his head. This girl had become a torment for him. "It simply came to our notice then. “ Najaf said angrily. Emily stared at Najaf. Najaf pleaded with the two fingers of his hand in front of her and gestured with compulsion. "I don't understand. You get home right away. My heart is pounding."

Camila followed, her demeanor calm and composed, carrying a bouquet of fresh roses. “Oh, Tessa! Our darling damsel in distress!” Jamie exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. Tessa blinked, surprised. “Jamie? Camila? How did you know I was here?” Camila smiled gently. “Don Pedro informed me. There’s a new real estate contract with a company expanding into Africa. He asked me to handle the presentation since you’re unwell.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “Camila, must you always talk about work? We’re here to cheer up our friend, not discuss business.”

“She’s here on his behalf. And she’s a total pretending bitch.” Val raised a brow. “Don’t be fooled by her cute face,” Camila went on, swirling the champagne in her glass. “She’s got the whole sweet, innocent thing down perfectly. But trust me—she belongs in hell.” Val tilted her head slightly, intrigued despite herself. “How so?”

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.