Camila Montes Novels & Stories

I replied, my tone carefully level. “Oh—Camila’s working? Where?” came Adriana’s voice, light with surprise. She had appeared tonight without warning, joining the family for dinner with the ease of someone already quite at home. “She’s working at Javier’s company, Adriana. Today was her very first day as a marketing staff member,” Mama explained, unmistakable pride threading through her words. I answered with a polite smile and a small nod in Adriana’s direction. Behind that smile, my chest remained compressed, still aching with a bruised, persistent pain every time the memory of what I’d witnessed in Javier’s office that afternoon circled back through my mind.

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.”

At this point, whatever you say to Vince Mendoza is useless, with a capital ‘U’. I just stare at him for a moment and take my leave. I beeline to my study to get some work done. Shipments, ass kissing politicians and blah fucking blah. I probably lose track of time because by the time she interrupts, it’s evening. Adela Montes stands before me in a very light piece of clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination. My eyes rake over her body, from the swell of her breasts, to the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. Pity I can’t see down to those shapely legs is hers.

Lucas leaned forward, his face inching close like he was about to kiss her. She smirked, pulled back, and pecked his forehead instead. “I’m famished. Let’s order something real quick.” ****** MEXICO. It was 10 PM when Camila finally stood before a door. Her luggage was sitting down. She pressed the bell once, twice. Moments later, the door opened. “Hi,” a cheerful voice greeted. A woman in her mid-thirties stood there, her smile open. “How may I help?” Camila didn’t answer at first. Her eyes traveled up and down, scanning the woman from head to toe. She searched for any resemblance to Smith, his face, his eyes, his jawline, but found none.

Is there something wrong with me lately. I'm still lost in thought as Ara orders food, and a woman's voice makes me look ahead. "Oh my God, Ozgur Doğan. Is that you?" "Camila, you?" I smiled in disbelief at this, I saw who was in front of me more clearly. Camila Mendez. She is a latin woman with long wavy brunette hair, and she has exotic skin. The woman I fought with Abellard, she is here. The woman immediately walked towards me, and she hugged me. What's worse, she greeted me by kissing my cheek.

She sputters. “Okay, what are you hiding from me?” I demand. “I’m a big girl, Sky; I can take it.” She bites down on her bottom lip before she shows me the phone again, reading aloud. “Camila Monroe, the next big star in Nashville, has been recorded spending time with men much older than her. It was discovered that someone at the bar had shown up to record her, and Camila expresses that she is being set up.”

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’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.”

“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.