My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

My head ached from my own raging thoughts. A dark, charming smile spread across his lips, recognition flashing in his dreamy brown eyes. When I looked down at his arms, all I could think about was how they held me like I was the last good thing on earth. I blinked the thoughts away, fighting back the heat that threatened to rise to my cheeks. I took his hand, shaking him firmly. “Hello Mr Montgomery.” I finally said, my heart drumming against my chest. “You must be the representative from RM Conglomerate, Miss Camilla Martin.” He repeated, this time around, his voice was laced with intention.

She wept more Camilla was as confused as Emma, her mother lay dying, her marriage was not what it seemed to be, her husband has a mistress and his young daughter just confided her biggest secret to her. She felt burdened by it all. "Please help me." Emma held on to Camilla's hands, her eyes were almost swollen from crying. Camila reciprocated by gently squeezing Emma's hands to reassure her. "You have to tell your grandma." Emma shut her eyes tight making her face squeeze, she shook her head. "I can't."

Andrew butts in. I looked around the place taking it in. There's a karaoke, a game place and a junkyard “Alright, let's order. I am famished.” Lazarus summoned the waiter. Everyone ordered and the waiter left to get them ready. “Camilla, I heard your Mom is a fashion designer?” Nicole said. “Ahh yes, she is.” “I think I might have met her once.” I looked at her waiting for more explanation. “ isn't she a designer at fendi. ?” She asked

“Why, Mr. Milan? Why didn’t you tell me Cameron wasn’t as innocent as you as you wanted her to come across?!” “Tell me what’s wrong with her and I swear to God she’ll regret whatever she did to you.” “Your granddaughter is a prostitute, Mr. Milan?” Diego snapped. “What?” And out of the blue, the door of the office opened. And elegant woman dressed in a black blazer suit was seeing for Diego and… her grandfather. ‘A pleasure to meet you, dear grandfather.’ Camilla said in her inner. “Cameron?” Diego and Federico said in unison.

He suggested. I felt surprised, given his initial disinterest. Now he's asking me out? "You mean tonight?" I asked again. "Yes, dear," he replied. Wait a minute, did he just said dear? Wow, this is something Cassian had not call me even when we were married in my previous life. Why is he calling me, dear? I can't be his! Not at all!! I'm here for nothing but revenge!!! I sensed something is off but I agree to the dinner invitation.

The next few days were something almost normal, if you ignored the fact that we were waiting for a traitor to hand us the evidence to bury my brother. Camila settled into her new remote job—business analyst for some ecommerce startup. Mornings, she and Maya took short walks around the block before diving into their laptops. Sometimes I’d be on a call, glance at my screen, and see a blurry photo from Camila: Maya laughing under a streetlamp, or a stray cat that somehow reminded her of me. Afternoons, Damon would swing by for “accidental” lunch near her place. Photos followed those too. Coffee cups, half‑eaten sandwiches, shots of his ridiculous campaign posters on bus stops.

When his eyes follow me, even in my dreams? I close my eyes, but it doesn’t help. I feel the tears threatening to spill. I’ve been holding them in for so long, but now… now I can’t stop them. I can’t stop the flood. “You don’t understand,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “Daniil’s is not just a man nor just some mafia boss, he is everything and I’m nothing.” Neomi shakes her head, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. “That’s not true, you are my everything and you’re my best friend. You’re stronger than you realize, Camila.”

The bride looked radiant in every gesture, but the shine in her eyes wasn’t love—it was triumph. “Olivia…” Camila whispered, leaning in with a victorious smile. “It must hurt to realize that while you were crying over him, I was taking everything you lost.” Olivia felt a knot tighten in her throat. “Camila… we were friends,” Olivia said, her voice trembling. “I trusted you. I told you everything. Why did you do this to me?” Camila’s eyebrows lifted, her tone dripping with venom. “Correction… you were never my friend.” Camila smiled cruelly. “I just tolerated you. That little innocent act never fooled me… deep down you were always just a slut dressed up like an angel.”

“But let me make one thing clear—this isn’t college, and I’m not some lovesick boy desperate for your attention.” Camillé’s lips curled into a slow smile. “No, you’re not, and I'm not some college girl anymore. I am Camillé Santos Deigo...and you are still Damien Black.” She tilted her head. “And I Camillé Deigo get what I want including Damien Black." She said pressing as she tried to press her red coloured lips against mine. “What do you think you’re doing, Camillé?” I asked, pushing her away with slight irritation.

"Thanks. You became fairer than before. I mean, don't get me wrong, you were already gorgeous way back in college, but now that I haven't seen you for quite a while, as the years go by, I think you get even fairer as age is added to the situation.” "Well, I'll completely take that as a compliment. Thanks, Rain." He nodded, and curiously, he stared at me. "But I have another question, and I hope you will not mind, Camila." I looked at him. "What is it, Rain?" He became serious. "Why, Camila? Why did you suddenly leave? And where did you go all this time? You were like a bubble that just suddenly burst and then disappeared in the air. Why was that so, Camila?"