Camilla The Secret History 소설 & 이야기

"You promised that the Alpha King would be the one to father the next Queen of witches. Surely, you won’t betray that promise." "Are you defying me, Camilla?” I stepped closer, locking my gaze on hers, my voice low and probing. “Is this all for him? What exactly are you hiding?" I raised an eyebrow. Camilla took a cautious step back, but her expression remained stoic. I could sense her unease, a flicker of something beneath the surface. "What could I possibly be hiding that isn’t already out in the open, my queen? The Alpha King wields both a mighty army and the weight of a royal lineage."

"This was supposed to be confidential and top secret." "Something is definitely fishy." Alex added. "I know that." I muttered I stood from my sit and walked towards the window as I continued rubbing me chin. "We have a spy." "You can leave now." I signaled to Weston and he was escorted back. "Tighten the security, book a flight to Dubai tomorrow morning and escort Camilla here now." I ordered. "Yes sir." Alex bowed slightly and turned to leave. ——— Soon she walked in with Alex on her trail. A fiction romance novel would have portrayed her entering looking all hot ...but hell no, this was real life and very infact Camilla herself.

Ian took a file bag from his assistant and dumped its contents onto the table. Papers and photographs were scattered everywhere. "You've hurt Angela again and again for this woman," he said coldly. "Now look carefully at who she really is." He jabbed at the evidence. "She tells people she came back to Sunnydale after finishing her studies, blaming her ruined reputation on bad luck with men. But the truth? She's nothing but a shallow, greedy woman! She got involved with a married man for money, drove his wife in her fifties to her death, and only then came crawling back here in disgrace.

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

Camilla's gaze narrowed subtly as she absorbed her mother's words, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip around the phone. Resting against the kitchen counter, she exhibited a blend of frustration and contemplation, emotions playing across her features. "Mamma," she began, her voice tinged with a trace of exasperation, "it's not about proving anything to Alexander or anyone else. It's about my own desires, and what I truly want is to marry Edward." A deep sigh resonated through the line as Alessia began to speak again, her voice softer, yet composed and steady. "Do you have feelings for him?" she inquired, a note of curiosity threading through her words. Camilla's brow furrowed at

She scrunched her nose in distaste at my words, leaning down dangerously close to me, “I know your secret, Lilliana.” My heart physically stopped beating in my chest, and as much as I tried to play it cool, the damn organ betrayed me. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” I forced the words out even though it felt as if I swallowed an entire bag of sand. I wanted to cough. To choke on my words. A feeling of nausea rolled in my stomach making it hard to take even the smallest of breaths. Her lips curled into a sinister smile, “Make sure you let him down hard. Tear him down so I can pick up all of those messy little pieces you leave behind. The more broken, the better.”

"This one... I'm going to throw it anyway. But he likes this color." Maybe she said that to provoke me, and she succeeded. Things I usually couldn't afford to buy were discarded by her. I was mad. I was extremely mad. I wanted to do something to humiliate her. Everyone in the company should be made aware of Abril's secret. She was a pregnant mistress. Until I saw her belly... Abril's baby bump was more obvious than the last time I saw her. The little guy was growing slowly but hard. I handed the lipstick back to Abril.

I also wanted to play some music so I needed a cable to plug the phone in the living room. “Fuck,” I had forgotten my charger. I could see Hendrix’s but I wondered if he had a spare cable which I could use in the living room. I opened the first drawer on the side of his bed and did not find it. I opened the second drawer, not winning. Then I opened the last drawer. There was nothing else but a white large envelope with a large ‘confidential’ red mark. It was how large that ‘confidential’ in block letters was that drew me in. I closed the drawer but quickly opened it again.

It was her voice that broke her reminiscing moment. ‘Oh my goodness you are blushing Emma!’Trish exclaimed, ‘Care to share who or what is behind all that and that smile…hmmm…someone has got a secret.’ Emma giggled, if it was any other guy she would have told her all about it but this was to be her secret. She was glad none of her friends were aware that she was spending a night out and she planned to keep it that way. ‘What can I say, its good to get lost in dreamland once in a while, you see in there you have a perfect guy, your kisses are sweet you lovemaking passionate and______________’ before she could finish Trish’s contagious laughter interrupted her and she found herself laughing alo

"Don't be silly Camilla, you're a smart person, now answer this, do you think you'll still sort yourself out after he finds out the truth about you and Dylan. I don't mean the fact that you're attracted to him because you are, I'm not judging I mean look at him, I'm talking about the truth. The one thing you keep locked away in your cupboard from everyone. That truth. If Kyle finds, will he still want you back, I mean you're barely hanging on a thread now, what occurs then?" Without turning, I gulped down hard. There's only one secret I'm hiding that concerns Dylan. It better not be what I think it is. There's no way in hell she'd know anyway? "What truth." I asked feigning extreme confusion