Novel & Cerita Camila Smith

Camila declared with a determined face. But what she hated was that she didn't record what they said, for evidence purposes. "Well, I think it's time for us to play and dance with the cards (game)". Camila announced with a wicked smirk before she brought out her cell phone and dialled Amelia's number. "Prepare yourself, Amelia. For the game I talked about, it is about to begin".

She snorted, crestfallen, this was just beginning, and she didn't want to go on. “You can do it Camila, it's just sex, yes, sex with a disgusting guy.” Camila spoke to herself looking at her reflection, she did it as if she knew something and in reality she didn't know anything, she was a virgin. Was it convenient for her to tell Liam that insignificant detail?

I say, hugging her. As we pull apart, someone sniffles by the door. "You guys are going to make me cry," Tamara says, wiping away her tears. "When did you get here?" I ask. "While Miss World here was giving her speech," Tamara answers, using the nickname we gave Camila due to her tanned skin, gorgeous green eyes, raven black hair, and sexy curves. If she hadn't become an engineer, she would've been one hell of a supermodel. "Stop calling me that." Camila glares at Tamara.

She’d stood at her nursery wall and looked at two names and the word and between them and felt, for once, entirely unafraid of her own future. Her phone rang at seven. Not Damian. Her mother. “You looked beautiful,” Camila said, from the kitchen three doors down, because Camila Reyes had not left the country since the reunion, had instead folded herself quietly into Elena’s life with the patience of a woman who understood exactly how much time she still owed. “I watched the coverage twice.” “You didn’t have to watch it once.” She said “I wanted to see my daughter become someone the world takes seriously.” A pause, warm and a little unsteady. “Your father would have been unbearable about it.

END OF FLASHBACK He storms to his personal bar wearing nothing but briefs and towel handing on his neck " Fuck " he swears irritated that he remembers the sweet moments he had with Scarlett He pours himself a glass of whiskey ignoring the continuous ringing of his phone . ELITE MODELLING AGENCY Camilla sighs as she looks at her phone disappointed, she has been calling Liam for a while now but he is not picking up " Don't add blush " she said to the makeup artists that was retouching her makeup for another shoot Camilla is a well known and famous model in Toronto , her beauty made way for her in the modelling agency . On top of it all she is popularly known as the fiancee of the world richest

Chelle turned. Camila stood there, posture elegant, smile delicate. “Oh—hi.” Chelle stretched out her hand. Camila looked at it. Then at her. Her smile dropped and her fingers didn’t move. “I don’t like you.” The words slid out smooth and flat. Chelle’s hand slowly lowered. Camila stepped closer. Close enough for Chelle to smell her perfume. Close enough that the balcony railing pressed into Chelle’s lower back. “I know about you,” Camila whispered. “With the little shit you did with Simon in the past .”

“She’s here on his behalf. And she’s a total pretending bitch.” Val raised a brow. “Don’t be fooled by her cute face,” Camila went on, swirling the champagne in her glass. “She’s got the whole sweet, innocent thing down perfectly. But trust me—she belongs in hell.” Val tilted her head slightly, intrigued despite herself. “How so?”

She sank onto the couch, whispering, “He doesn’t want me. My son, Diego, doesn’t want anything to do with me, and it hurts. It really does.” “Well, maybe if you had been a good mother to him, things would have been different.” Camila laughed bitterly, scoffing. “Oh, says the man who faked his death. You know, I kept asking myself, why exactly would you go that low? I underestimated you, Smith.” She stretched out on the couch, her legs raising slightly, revealing her toned thighs. She licked her lips, her smirk returning. Captain Smith gave her one cold look, stood, and left without another word.

Damon said, looking him dead in the eye. “Do you think if I had a choice I’d be rotting in this cell instead of dying on that field? If I could kill her, I would. But I can’t. Because she’s still inside me.” He said, making both of us freeze. A long silence followed. Then Carter’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She told me something before she let go. She wants to destroy everything that makes Delilah strong. And she said, she said she’ll start with the ones she loves. She is angry and she is not going to stop. She is going to keep fighting, and she knows that I am going to keep fighting her until my last breath. But she is not going to stop.”