Novel & Cerita Eda X Camila

She gazed at him steadily, "Xander. Look at me." He turned to look at his mother, deep in his eyes, but it was impossible, he couldn't even last ten fucking seconds before he withdrew his eyes. "You see that." Camila clasped her hands, before she shifted the strand of her hair away, "You father can't even last five freaking seconds. You are just like your father, and let me tell you something, just because you act all tough and strong outside, you are hurting." Her lips puckered into a light smile, though her eyes showed no sign of happiness or whatsoever.

It's all because of Camila's cunning. In fact, initially Alex believed Camila returned to him because he realised his mistakes in the past and he had changed. Until Alex actually thought hard about how he could break up with Angelina nicely. But it turns out Alex's guess was wrong. Camila hasn't changed at all. She remains a selfish woman who does everything she can to get what she wants, including using dirty tricks.

Trying to get into my head by using Axel's name. “At least she has the common sense to work with you.” Camila said, struggling against her ropes, “You two hate Axel and Gianna; it’s the best way to destroy those two. I'm glad you listened to me, son.” A brow popped upwards on Camila's face; there was obvious curiosity on her face as she realized that Carl wasn't making attempts at setting her free. “Carl?” Camila called out again, unease in her tone. “The only thing I did was permit Vera to move you from your cell like she wanted.” Carl said, still refusing to explain his mother's situation to her.

leo asked giving her a deadly glare. Slowing hard, camela suddenly find it difficult to breathe with Leo's cute face staring down at her. "Camila-" he screamed making camela flinch "-Where the heck is my diamonds?". "Am not Camila, I didn't take your diamonds, my name is camela and not Camila" camela cried out. What? Could Ken be right about her not being Camila? Could she be her replica but she looks innocent and cute. Cute? Focus leo you came to torture her not flirt with her leo conscience kept telling him.

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

Camila made an excuse, her footsteps hurried as she headed toward the kitchen. Arriving in the spacious kitchen, Camila hid behind a large pillar. Her eyes darted toward Margareth, Natasya’s housemaid, who was preparing a small tray with an empty crystal glass. As Margareth began pouring water from the dispenser, Camila fumbled in her gown pocket. Her fingers brushed against a small paper packet containing a fine powder—a gift from Edgar, her son. Taste this, Natasya. You think you can trample over us forever? Camila thought with a sly, wicked smirk. I’ll make sure you don't just fall into a coma, but burn straight in the fires of hell!

“I’m registered for sixteen.” We went on talking about her classes. Her enthusiasm emanated through her words. Camila had always been a good student. We both were. Em could have been if he’d been allowed to go to college. Instead, he’s working for Papá. “Enough about me,” Camila said. “Other than missing me terribly, how are you?” Leaning back on the chaise, I spun the stem of the wine glass as I spoke. “I’m honestly good.” “What’s Dario like?”

“Who are you looking at, Cam?” She forced a smile, cupping his face. “Nothing, babe. I thought I saw an old friend.” She kissed him. I stared at the stage instead—anger tempered into quiet resolve. When the show ended, Camila was invited onstage to speak. She glided up with the confidence of a woman who’d planned every step. The microphone was in her hand, the lights on her. She opened her mouth—and the big screen behind her shuddered to life. “Camila, please help me… please…”

I said, my illusion won’t make me agree with what Damien said, even though he is correct. Damien exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You are just seeing what you want to see, Daniel. Camilla is not warming up to you; she’s just doing what anyone in her position would do. She’s a mother, and she wants to satisfy her son. So I think she’s just doing what any mother would do, which is to make her son happy.” I swallowed hard, feeling the whiskey burn down my throat even as I kept drinking it, but it still didn’t distract me from the cold realization that kept echoing in my brain.

Camila's POV I'm 19, she doesn't need to speak with a guardian - but of course she's has to because she's a bitch. I didn't want Alejandro knowing about something I was already ashamed of. "Camila is our schools musical prodigy. We've had many art schools send representatives from all over the country to come and hear her play." She smiles and Alejandro nods shooting me a glance of approval. But I don't embrace it because I know there is a but coming.