Camila Smith Novels & Stories

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

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.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

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.

Concern etched across her face, she asked, "Are you sure you've calmed down enough, Camila?" Camila met Amelia's gaze, a serene smile gracing her lips. "Yes, Amelia. I've found my center again. I'm ready to face this meeting now," she replied, her voice tinged with a newfound sense of calm. Ethan's smile widened, a mix of admiration and affection shining in his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming pride for Camila's resilience. Her ability to overcome her initial worries and gather herself was a testament to her strength.

Still confused by the unexpected turn of events, Mom was in a frenzy. I only stood beside her, worried about his next words. With my heart racing and my breath coming in short, I knew that whatever was coming next would change the course of my day, if not my life. Sure enough, that happened very quickly. "Diana Calista Smith. Damascene Smith's first and only wife. She was Lady Calissa Lianne. Keeping her private life under wraps, she went under the name Lady C.L. She left the spotlight and fame behind the moment she fell in love with Damascene Smith and started a family."

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

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.

“I don't know, ma'am. It was just an order from–” The front door opened instantly, cutting her off as Miles stepped in holding a baby and followed closely by a woman. Camila pressed her lips together, her grip on her phone tightening. “Going to the company already?” Miles asked, swirling the baby gently in his arms as he walked towards her. “I thought I could surprise you.” “Suprise?” “Yeah, this is–” “Finally glad to meet you Camila,” the woman smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly as she stretched out her hand. “I'm Portia Smith.”