Camila Montes 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.”

Cami smiled brightly. “Hi.” Mateo looked at her calmly. “Hello.” His voice was deep enough to cut through the music. Cami gestured between them. “I’m Camila.” Mateo’s gaze flicked briefly to Ariana. Then back to Cami. “Mateo.” Ariana’s stomach twisted. Cami continued smiling. “Well, Mateo, you’ve been staring at my friend for five minutes.” Ariana nearly choked. Mateo’s eyes moved slowly back to Ariana.

“He needs to pay with blood.” Renata nodded. “Cristian is our separate problem, I’ll take care of him. You handle the house. Just get in and take it apart piece by piece.” “She’ll never fall for it,” I said. Camila is sharp, she had wildness in her bones. She liked danger in a different way than Andrade. She wants the things she want. The control, the manipulation, she was good with that. How do you win someone like that with performance?

She was telling the truth, I was still lost in my thoughts when Camila spoke up. "She's just bitter that you are Theonardo's Alpha and she's not," chuckled Camila. "Sometimes I think she's honestly just waiting for Theonardo to die so that she can take over." I winced at the comment, furrowing my brows at Camila, my ears not enjoying hearing the words 'Theonardo' and 'die in the same sentence.

It was what followed in the next file—a confidential birth certificate tucked among the documents Camila had left behind. Baby’s Name: **Isabela Antonio** Mother: Camila Antonio Father: — [not listed] Ximena felt her knees weaken. She sat down slowly. Camila had a daughter. And that daughter was alive. “She’s not just my sister,” Ximena whispered. “She’s an heir.” At that same moment, a sleek black car pulled up outside a luxury hotel in Mexico City. Photographers turned their heads as the back door opened. A woman stepped out, dressed in a tailored white pantsuit and oversized sunglasses. Blonde hair pulled into a bun. Calm. Controlled.

“Y—Yes, p-pleasure to meet you too. I'm not a young mistress, call me Camille— Matteo, please slow down…” So he could flirt? Not a chance. If he added more colours to her cheeks, he wouldn't like to meet my fist. “Matteo…” she whispered again. “Since you're romantically involved with one of the young masters, that makes you a young mistress. It appears you're struggling to keep up, you should slow down. She's barely catching her breath-” “Mind your own business, Gareth and next time, inform me sooner of the old man's plans.”

-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.

The shooter, a woman in black, stands from the table and returns the gun into the holster at her waist. "Who... who the hell are you? How dare you come at me? Do you know me? "He bellowed at the blonde as his eyes twitched from the agonizing pain of the bullet wound at his chest. She approached him and squatted beside him. Her large green eyeswere calm, extremely calm. As if she had done this job a thousand times and would not mind doing it a couple thousand times more. Her luscious lips were painted with an appealing scarlet red. She gave out a pressurizing aura of agile confidence,hidden power and inner strength. She slipped her fingers from the collar of his tailored suit to where the bul

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.