Camilla The Secret History Novels & Stories

"Asher is my son in every way that matters. I raised him. I loved him. But... no, I didn’t give birth to him." "You think you know the whole truth," Camilla began quietly, her voice hoarse. "But there’s more. Much more." Olivia didn’t reply, letting the silence draw out, knowing that Camilla was gathering herself for something deeper, something she had been hiding for years. Camilla turned to face her, and her eyes were distant, as though she were seeing something far away, from another time.

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

From her silhouette to her posture and mannerisms—it was as if her mother had come back in another form. Unable to hold it in any longer, Hailee frowned and asked cautiously, “Why are you helping me this much? What’s your real intention?” Camilla didn’t answer right away. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, she finally turned her head slightly—just enough for Hailee to catch the glint in her eyes. “You'll know very soon,” she said, her voice low and chilling. It wasn’t loud, but it echoed like a promise. ___ Camilla smiled to herself as she turned back to the city view, hiding the glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She had waited far too long for this moment. This time, she

“And you still don’t understand the game. Crane doesn’t play to win. He plays to own. The moment you touched his empire, he marked you.” “So what now?” Aiden asked. “You pretend to be my father again?” “No,” Alexander said. “I give you something Crane doesn’t know I kept.” He turned to a wall panel and pressed a sequence. A hidden compartment slid open. Inside was a single hard drive. “This contains the blueprint of everything Crane buried,” Alexander said. “Project Helix. The shadow board. Names of politicians, foreign stakeholders, weapons traders—and the backups of Floor 49 before it was scrubbed.”

Camilla raised her hand and signaled the bodyguards to move away. When she and Ellena were alone, she smiled coldly and said, "Ellena, why are you looking for me? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? However, I’m afraid that I will disappoint you. Even if I have nothing now, I am still the young miss of the Arnoult family. I still have endless glory." Ellena did not say a word yet but Camilla had already said so much nonsense. Ellena's eyes narrowed and her tone was very cold. "I am not interested to know if you have glory or not. I just want to ask you, who hypnotized Edward?"

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

" Angela got up from her seat and saluted with a slight bow. "She's the director's new secretary," Jessy explained. "A new secretary? Duh, even though I only have one secretary, this isn't fair," Calvin complained. "You want to meet the director?" she asked. "Yeah, I'll just come in," Calvin said. "But, Miss New Secretary, your face seems familiar. Have we met before?" he asked. "Eh?" As far as Angela knew, she had never met Calvin before except during the quarterly meetings. "Ah, yes, I remember. You are a stalker, girl!" Calvin exclaimed.

She wept more Camilla was as confused as Emma, her mother lay dying, her marriage was not what it seemed to be, her husband has a mistress and his young daughter just confided her biggest secret to her. She felt burdened by it all. "Please help me." Emma held on to Camilla's hands, her eyes were almost swollen from crying. Camila reciprocated by gently squeezing Emma's hands to reassure her. "You have to tell your grandma." Emma shut her eyes tight making her face squeeze, she shook her head. "I can't."

CAMILLA'S POV. *** Five Years Later *** “The charity gala is tomorrow, I'm getting my dress fitted right now.” I said to my mom over the phone which was firmly placed between my ear and my right shoulder. “You know why you're there, Camilla. You have to bag the deal with the CEO of NH industries. We can't afford to lose it, and I just hope the kids won't be a problem.” She sighed heavily. “Don't worry mom, the kids won't be a problem at all. You know they haven't been out of Paris in five years, so this is their chance, I want them to enjoy it.”