Camila Madrigal Novels & Stories

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."

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."

" His voice was flat and toneless. She looked at Rosé who was wrapped in Xavier's arms. "Rosé." "Milla." Camilla rolled her eyes. She hated being called that and Rosé knew, that perfectly well. Xavier was the only one who was a bit confused as to what was happening. Damian sighed and Camilla stretched a hand towards Xavier for a handshake. "Nice to meet you in person Mr. Monterosa." Xavier took her hand and shook it gently. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss..?" "Winters. Camilla Winters." They let go of each other and

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

Aguilar: “Miriam, how are you?” I asked, looking at one of the women who stood in front of me, representing her father. “I am honored that you admitted me here. I must admit, after hearing a lot about you, I did not expect you to do so,” she said, watching as I nodded at her to take a seat.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

-Don't worry, Soraia, besides me, Camila will be the only witness to what's going to happen here," assured Sheila as she poured a glass of light liquid and then some dark liquid into the tub without looking at her. -Are you ready? - She asked looking at Soraia and then at Camila and they both nodded. -Come closer, Soraia -and so she did -Camila is a pure blood wolf, that means she has never tasted human blood -Soraia looked at her wondering 'how', but didn't dare ask her out loud. -To start the baptism, you'll have to take some of Camila's blood. Soraia's eyes widened, but she nodded.

Camille stood on stage as someone adjusted the mic for her. "You are all startled, right? I know, I'll be startled too." She cleared her throat. "My name is Camila Mendoza. The only daughter of Fernando and Catalina Mendoza." Everyone gasped. I should be gasping too, but being a bastard made me know that piece of information sooner than everyone else when Eduardo and I had a blowing show after fucking Claudia.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

But she doesn’t get a chance to take even one step near me because Asher is holding her back. “I’m going to kill you, bitch!” Daggers are glinting in her eyes. Her face and hair almost match at this point. But Asher’s got a good grasp on her. I start hearing others speaking in the audience, all mumbling or questioning each other. “But, why would Camila do any of that?” Someone calls. “A man? All of this hell for a man?” “Why should we believe you?” I put my phone in my pocket, talking into the microphone again. “Because I’m Camila’s voice. She isn’t a singer. She’s just a gold digger, wanting to be rich and famous without any of the real work!”