Camila Madrigal Novels & Stories

“He’s perfect.” Later that evening, as Serena rested comfortably with the baby, Damien noticed the young, beautiful midwife — Dr. Camila Rivera, 29, with smooth olive skin, long dark hair, and striking green eyes. Her white coat hugged her curvaceous figure. He approached her in the hallway. “You were incredible tonight,” he said, voice low. “Join us for dinner and a drink. Elena will be there too.” Camila hesitated, then smiled, a flush creeping up her neck. “I’d like that.”

Twenty years have passed since then and just look at Magdalena! The young, naive, inexperienced, wild girl has become a real woman. But leaving our biased opinions aside, do you remember where we left Magdalena? After committing some of the most terrible crimes imaginable, she left her homeland, Bostana, and made her way to a small European country known for its medical innovations. There, her daughter underwent several highly successful operations and her face was completely reconstructed. Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past.

Two women stood near a fountain, sipping champagne and whispering behind perfectly manicured hands. “Estella, this is Vivian and Colette,” Camila said, gesturing to the two women. “They’re some of my oldest friends.” “Oldest friends,” Vivian echoed with a tight smile, her icy blue eyes raking over me. “What is that brute doing here? I’m so kicking him out.” Camila exclaimed as she began to march to where Enrique was talking to Alejandro near the bar. She marched off in a whirlwind of indignation, leaving me alone with her “friends.”

Camilla smiled without flinching, slowly removing her gloves like a queen preparing for war. “Ah, Matilda,” she said with syrupy charm, “I almost didn’t recognize you.... aging does that to people. And yes, Italy was divine. But I didn’t stay long. You see…” she paused dramatically, letting the moment build, “I had to rush back for my grandson.” The entire room gasped. Even Matilda’s smile faltered. “Yes, Diego Jr.,” Camilla continued smoothly, “the future of the Mondragon legacy. He’s perfect, you know? Looks just like his father. We already had his first photoshoot done. Front page of the Mondragon quarterly.”

“Honey, you are finally here” Luke greeted Camila as she walked in to the company looking as gorgeous as never before, he remembered that only one person looked like her. Camila’s mother was the love of his life and he would have been happy to have the both of them beside him if not that she chose to disgrace him.

She knew something about the consortium. "Fair questions, I suppose. I'm Camila Cueva, my sisters call me Mila. I'm a changeling like you, but from upriver. And, my sister and I are merely passing by on our way to find someone in Manaus. We can't help that our mothers want to take care of us…"

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"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

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she tried to flee but was stopped by Camilla. "Mrs. Giordano, where do you think you're going?" Camilla asked with a mocking smile. "You killed Ms. Prodi, abused our Donna and Mr. Giordano, and now you think you can just run away? Well, it's far too late for that." Elena's face turned ghostly pale. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees. "Isabella, I was wrong! I shouldn't have driven Caterina to her death or abused you and Ettore! Please spare me. I won't do it again."