Novel & Cerita My Dear Camila

Camila. She stands a little too close, her expression unreadable. “What do you mean?” I ask. She links her arm through mine, her skin warm against mine. “They just look... perfect. Like a storybook couple.” I step back, pulling my arm free. “Camila, you know we’re just friends. Right?” Something flickers in her eyes hurt, maybe, or something darker but she masks it quickly. “Of course,” she says, her smile faint. “We’re just friends.”

"She's right, though. This is basically a movie plot. Heartbroken girl runs away, only to find herself drawn back to her one true love." Camila groaned, covering her face with a pillow. "I hate both of you." Kira and I exchanged a grin. "Gross," we said at the same time. Camila rolled her eyes but pulled us into the kitchen for lunch. For the first time in weeks, she looked... okay. Not entirely healed, but better. I should update Don. But before I could, the doorbell rang. "Kira, get the door," Camila called. Kira groaned. "I knew it was gonna be me. I swear, if this person isn't important, I'm going to—" She stopped mid-sentence.

Two women stood near a fountain, sipping champagne and whispering behind perfectly manicured hands. “Estella, this is Vivian and Colette,” Camila said, gesturing to the two women. “They’re some of my oldest friends.” “Oldest friends,” Vivian echoed with a tight smile, her icy blue eyes raking over me. “What is that brute doing here? I’m so kicking him out.” Camila exclaimed as she began to march to where Enrique was talking to Alejandro near the bar. She marched off in a whirlwind of indignation, leaving me alone with her “friends.”

Jealousy that I thought was reserved for Kristina washes up my spine. Hunching over a box, I dig through, barely looking at the details on the paperwork as I talk in a clipped tone. “He and you must be very close after all that time together.” Mila snorts. The light bounces wildly off the walls. I glance up to see her covering her mouth with one arm, shaking enough that the phone is no longer being aimed. “Camila Marakov,” her voice turns light and teasing. “Are you jealous?”

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

"Who's there?" Amora asked panicking as the sound on the door persisted, Amora's voice trembled, "It's me, Camila," Camila's voice sounded, "Amora, please open the door. I know you’re in there, alone and grieving. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you, for not supporting you when you needed me the most. I acted selfishly and without consideration. I...I just want to make things right. I betrayed your trust. I..." Her voice trailed off as she fixed her gaze on her phone, watching Amora and Eduardo as they scramble out of the bed, forcing their clothes on.

“I’m sorry, Camila. I'm sorry dear for… for doubting you.” Camila sniffed back her tears, letting herself absorb into the moment for as long as she wished. After some time, she pulled out of Serena's grip and wiped her tears slowly. “Wait right here for me, mom. I still have a lot to do.” “Camila, where are you going?” Serena called after her slowly. Camila stopped briefly. “To see an old friend that was meant to keep me alive and healthy.”

Some words don’t land like thunder. They land like water — quietly, without drama, finding every crack you didn’t know existed and filling them so completely that by the time you understand what’s happened, you are Already changed. Her name is Camila Reyes. And she is your mother. Elena stood in the lobby of Cole Towers with the morning light pressing through the glass and Damian’s hand holding hers, and she felt the world reorganize itself around that single sentence the way a room reorganizes itself when someone turns on a light no one realized

I saw her glowed red on the cheek under the moon light. "M-me" Camila shuttered. "He loves you" "Really?" Camila asked in shock. "He also told me you are his first love" "First love" Camila asked while playing with her thumb. I couldn't hold it anymore I laughed out at her childish behavior, for to twenty years I have never seen Camila heads over heels with any guy since I met her. "Stop laughing, it isn't funny" Camila screamed in embarrassment with her cheek heating up more.

Camila began to cry out in fear. "Please, Sir, don't rape me." Camilla begs Tristan to stop. Camilla continued to cry and whimper in terror. "Can you stop crying? You know, Ayana? Seeing other men enjoy your luscious lips is torturous for me! Can that man beat my kiss?" Tristan buries his lips in order to meet Camilla's. Camilla nearly passed out from exhaustion while fighting the Tristan passions. And that night was like hell for Camilla. A Sweet Hell.