Camilo And Mirabel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Camilla thundered, she really was looking angry. Mira sighed and chuckled aloud "no matter how hard you shut the name Rodrigo out of their lives, you can never shut it out of their gene and blood stream" Mira declared and walked past Camilla out of the door. Camilla sighed softly. She knew Mirabel was right in every word she spoke. But how can she let him share her kids after calling her a whore and a play thing? On the other hand, Rodrigo received a notification of a message from Mirabel on his WeChat. He was drinking a glass of coffee and wanted to do some work on his computer.

Santiago's POV Silence has never been this loud, the sound of Camilla and Mirabelle giggling always filled me with some joy. I understand why Mirabelle chose Camilla over Adrian, I too would choose him over anyone, that's the kind of bond we have. However, the bond Camilla and Mirabelle formed is surreal and stronger correlated to what Adrian and I have. Mirabelle's dependency issues have never been addressed and Camilla likes to take care of people, she likes having someone lean on her. I've noticed it while watching them, they have become entirely dependent on each other, the relationship that Camilla craved with Adrian is what she has with Mirabelle. The relationship Mirabelle has sought

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.

Not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who was in control. My breath hitched. My body froze, caught between fear and something I couldn’t name. “Luca—” I whispered, my voice trembling. His smirk deepened as he pulled me closer, his face so near that his breath brushed against my lips. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable. “Tell me, Mirabelle…” he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse. “Do you hate me enough to kill me… or want me enough to keep me alive?”

Mira’s POV I forced a smile and tried to go back to my food. I had barely lifted my spoon again when Jessica’s voice came across the table casually. “And I won’t be the only one staying,” she said, “Camille will be staying as well.” I looked up slowly. Camille, so that was her name, the young lady I had seen standing quietly beside Jessica at the gate this morning with her luggage, beautiful and composed, I had wondered about her then, and now I had my answer.

With that, I spun on my heel and walked away, unknowingly dropping the keys to the villa. Bright and early the next day, I dolled myself up and planned a day out with Christopher and Sally. Christopher was under the impression that it was a surprise for Sally. The two of them were all smiles, clueless but thrilled. Only when we pulled into Lascora did Christopher sense something was off. "What place is this?" I just smirked and did not answer. I swung the car door open and made a beeline for the tent.

Camila Morning arrived, and despite knowing Ronan would return, my heart felt heavy with an ache I couldn’t shake. My tears wouldn’t stop falling, and it seemed nothing could distract me from the emptiness his absence had left behind. I never imagined I could miss someone so deeply, but it was as if a piece of me had left with him. I went through the motions, taking care of Katya, but my mind was elsewhere, and I struggled to focus. As I was feeding Katya, Mrs. Mirabel entered the room, her presence stiff and cold. "Camila, General Sergey wants to see you in his study," she said, her voice formal, though the disdain in her eyes was unmistakable.

she cried, and Javier picked her up and twirled her around. “This is Zuleima,” he said to me. “She’s six. Zuli, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine, Tio Adam.” She smiled shyly and then looked down at Javier’s shoulder. “That’s a very pretty dress,” I said. It was decorated with white snowflakes. “Are you a princess? Because you look an awful lot like Princess Elsa.” “I do!” she said, and she smiled at me. Another girl, a couple of years older with a mass of dark curls, rushed forward, and Javier managed to scoop her up in his other arm. He introduced me to her; she was Ariella. “A to Z,” I said to Javier.

Currently, I’m serving drinks on one of the four round sectionals, accommodating about ten club-goers where Camilo and his friends are. “On the main floor,” I replied curtly. I knew they broke up because he cheated on her. It’s an ugly breakup, and I’m definitely judging the guy even though I knew little about him. I’m biased that way. Maya became more of a sister to me like Tina. “Tell her to serve our table,” he commanded in a gruff voice. From what I gathered, Camilo is from a family who owns a winery here in Las Mencía. The petite, dark-haired girl wrapped around his body doesn’t seem to mind that her boyfriend is looking for another girl while he’s with her.

He smiles as he looks back at Mirage. " So, what do you want to do now?" Mirage simply shrugs and nods to Lydia and Rob, who are perplexed. They looked like they'd been bitten by a snake. Nicolo cast a quick glance at the two and then returned his attention to Mirage. " You two can get lost, you're fired." Mirage rolled her eyes and muttered, "Tch." Nicolo looked at her questioningly, he mouthed "What?" " Mr. Esquibel, there appears to be a misunderstanding," Rob Fuller stammered.