Camilla The Secret History Novels & Stories

Ophelia grinned in a malevolent manner. "You will not show Camilla any thing Ophelia. You dare not. Camilla must not find out. Am I in any way understood!?" He gritted his teeth in anger. "And why should I not show this to Camilla?! She is a bloody bitch. I need her to know who I am in your life and this is the only way for her to understand that fact!" At that moment, the door flew open in an instant and Camilla sauntered inside with a smile on her face.

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They reached Helena’s study, where the files were supposedly stored. Camilla scanned the room with a handheld device, her expression triumphant as it beeped near a hidden panel. “Found it.” The Files Behind the panel was a safe, its design sleek and state-of-the-art. Camilla knelt in front of it, her tools spread out as she worked to crack the code. “Hurry,” Zane said, his silver eyes scanning the room. “I’m going as fast as I can,” Camilla replied, sweat beading on her forehead.

From afar, Camilla approached, dressed in her red nightie. She stopped on her track the minute she saw Mario and Evelyn approaching. She quickly hid in a corner and peeped at them. Her eyes rested on their hands together, making her blood boil. Mario opened the door to his room. They both entered the room and Mario closed the door. Camilla clenched her knuckles and walked back angrily. She got to her room, opened the door and entered before closing the door aggressively, making Liliana flinch on the bed.

Where on earth did Camilla find this gem? After approximately thirty minutes, I meticulously clean the container, erasing any trace of its prior use. Not a grain of rice remains. Without hesitation, I will definitely recommend this restaurant to my friends. I leisurely recline in my chair, leaning back and idly rubbing my satiated stomach, when all of a sudden, Camilla bursts into the room again, disheveled and visibly rattled. Her complexion appears pale, and she stammers anxiously. Her oversized eyeglasses sit unflatteringly on her face— the very reason why she was chosen as one of my secretaries. Amanda doesn't want me to have an attractive secretary.

With a cheerful smile, the maid left the room. A narrow, long blue-velvet jeweler’s box nestled on a starched, white serviette, next to the plate of cornetti. Curiosity won the tug of war and she lifted the case and gently opened it. Inside, laid upon shining white satin, was an exquisite silver charm bracelet. Blair lifted it from the case and held it up, exclaiming over the delicate charms evenly spaced along its length.

'Where are you'Camilla sends and starts looking around the hall hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who rarely went out to social gatherings. 'Somewhere my love'He replies and she sees that he is typing another message. 'Tell that boy to remove his hand from your waist baby'She sees and can already guess that he is angry. From the moment they started their secret relationship he has always been posessive hating to see her around other males. Gigfling to herself Camilla does something she knows she is going to regret and leans towards Joshua wrapping her hand around his waist. She hears the sound of something breaking but doesn't pay attention to it and instead smiles before dropping her pho

They are lost in Their oblivion and don't even notice my presence. As I watch, tears begin to feel in my eyes, my heart is burning, I feel like turning and running away. But what's for?They are the villains here. Finally, I find my voice, low and trembling, I murmured, “Kyle?”. Kyle's eyes snap open, and he freezes, his gaze locked on mine. He quickly pulls off the lady and covers himself with the bed sheet, his face pale with guilt. I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as my eyes fall on the lady beneath him. My sister, Pamela! My own sister! The shock and betrayal are too much to bear. I feel like I've been punched in the gut, and I can't breathe.

This time, I want it to be forever. My men and I are seated on the couch in Camilla's house. Smoking in the dark. Waiting for Camilla... My heart tilts in excitement when she opens the door. She switches on the lights. Her eyes almost pop out of her sockets. It's like she has just seen a ghost. Indeed she is seeing a ghost... I puff a cloud of smoke and grin. "Hi Princess." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Camilla went completely silent for a brief second, enjoying the power she held, and then she spoke in a smooth, mocking tone. “Don't get so grumpy, young man. I happen to have something very valuable for you,” she said. “I am not interested in playing stupid games,” Aaron snapped back, his tone turning colder. “Who is this, and why exactly are you calling my private line?” “Who am I?” Camilla repeated his words, staring up at the white ceiling of her room now, feeling like an absolute god who held everyone’s destiny in her hands. “I... am your ultimate helper. I am someone who knows a very dark secret that you don't know!”