Novel & Cerita Camila Montes

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.

-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.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

I wipe my tears and calm myself down a little then wait for them to say more. "You're part of the Black Moon Warriors. Your pack was no ordinary pack. This is a strange question but do you have a birthmark on your torso?" The red head asked. I almost choke on my saliva. "Yes," I mumble. He gave the others a few looks. "Does it say para proteger nuestra raza?" Blondie asked. I gasped and nodded. There's no way. I don't have a family. I'm an orphan. "Do you know what that means?" Cristian asked.

Vanessa cheered. "You're welcome Roger, now the next judge we have is the beautiful and sensational actress, Camila Reed. She's known for starring in several action movies and has a record of being the highest scorer in the popular arcade game, STRIVE. Let's give it up for Camila guys!" Alan clapped. "We love you, Camila!" The fans cheered, excitedly as Camila sashayed her way to her seat in a leather mini-skirt and a red V-neck blouse with high heels.

“Camellia Lane. You’ll wear the green.” The Montaldis weren’t friends. They were power brokers. Legacy adjacent, but neutral. Old money. No scandals. Which made them valuable — and manipulable. Matteo kept informal ties through charity boards. Camila respected their social weight like gospel. “No,” Elise said. Camila blinked. “Elise, it was a request.” “They’ll survive the refusal.” Her tone was steel. Camila’s lip tightened. Just a fraction. She didn’t answer. But her silence wasn’t calm — it was weighted.

So she WAS waiting for him … Mila twists, locking her eyes on me. “Your walls have ears, by the way,” she says with a smirk. Choking on the air I try to swallow down, I cough haggardly, my face turning pink. I move into full view. Both of them seem entertained at my approach. “Hi. I’m Camila.” “I know who you are,” she replies, her face inscrutable and expressionless. Jealousy rears its head inside me again, and I fight the urge to demand to know who she thinks she is.