Novel & Cerita Dolores X Camilo

She had heard some gossip, thinking it might divert my attention from the suffocating weight that enveloped me. With a gentle touch, Camila shared tales of a blossoming relationship between Deangelo and Sofia, hoping to ignite a spark of interest within me. She spoke of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between them. Camila's intentions were pure, driven by genuine concern for my well-being. Little did she know that her words struck a fragile spot deep within my wounded heart.

He said with sincerity in his eyes. I looked at him completely dazed. Was this really the same man that I was sold to a few months ago? My dazed look was quickly replaced with a smile. “You should get some rest. I'll see you later, Camilla”. He said as he walked away. Baron Henshaw… what are you doing to me?

Dante told Camilla. Camilla looked up at him with teary eyes, "I thought getting revenge would make me the happiest person in the world but I am not happy, I am not happy because I no longer have you. Please I need you Dante, let's start over" she begged him. Dante walked up to her. He stretched forth his hand for an handshake. "I am Dante Russo, may I please know your name, beautiful lady?" he asked. Camilla smiled, "I am Camilla de Luca, pleased to meet you" she replied.

said Camilo smiling; as usual, anyone would say he is not my best torturer just by looking at him, but if they knew the reality, it would make their skin crawl. "I hope it's worth it; I was about to get laid, but tell me I'm listening." Camilo sat down in front of my desk and took out a file with photographs. He handed me everything, and I could see that they were of my mystery woman; among them, there were several from the Santelli's house and of her with Fabrizio and old Giuseppe. "Who is she?" I asked him as I continued to look at all those photographs. "That woman, my dear Lorenzo is nothing more and nothing less than Fiorella Santelli," Camillo answered with a huge smile, for having got

A stunning woman maybe a decade older than me with long, cornsilk-blonde hair looks around the backyard. “Oh my god,” Nicky whispers. “I didn’t think she’d come.” “She’s got some coglioni.” Val snickers. “Who is that?” I ask, watching her float through the backyard, talking to this group and that. Everyone seems to light up at her arrival. “Camila Donato.” Nicky smiles conspiratorially. “The widow Marco, one of Enzo’s capos.” It takes me a second to connect the name “Enzo” with Dante’s father, partially because Camila looks more like she’s Dante’s age than his dad’s.

Antonio replied. "Dolores" Antonio called out. "Dile mi esposa para darse prisa" said Antonio. "esta bien señor" replied Dolores. "She's going to get her" Antonio said. "She doesn't speak English actually, but understands a little a English, to save her the trouble we mostly converse with her in Spanish" explained Antonio. ____________ _____________ A knock on Olivia's door,"yes come in" said Olivia. "Mi hija, it's me Dolores"

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

Stumbling into the living room, my eyes widened as I saw Lorenzo get up from the floor with a bloodied nose, while Camila stood between him and Camilo, attempting to push Camilo back. Panicked, I considered helping hold Camilo back, but I was not sure if it was a good idea with his wild expression. I had not seen him like that before. "Get the fuck out!" he exclaimed, pointing at Lorenzo, and Camila cried out that he was leaving. “Please, stop this, Camilo!” Camila cried out in a broken voice, and Lorenzo stood, raising his hands in surrender before picking up his jacket and walking to the door. Camila collapsed on the couch, looking exhausted, and I rushed over to hug her. “What the fuck’s