My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Francesco sat in his mansion having breakfast with his wife Romona, fourteen years old twin sons Sebastian and Nicolas and their eight years old daughter Camila his youngest sat on his lap talking non stop" Francesco couldn't help but laugh in amusement at her silly little stories, Camila was a powerhouse always full of energy and things to say she never ran out of words maybe that's why she was his favourite Papa" she called sweetly with a smile on her lips as she turned her head to look at him

It gave me this weird feeling in my stomach. “Alright then. I'll go to my room now. Goodnight”. She said and left. “Goodnight… Camilla”. I said as she left. I fell flat on my bed. Everything about her brought me this unexplainable peace. I found solace in her beautiful blue eyes and that radiant smile. She was… amazing. Have I fallen for you Camilla?

Gabriel sprang up to his feet in shock. “Please spare my father. I promise we’ll repay the debt in the next harvest,” Camila pleaded and sobbed. Gabriel stood there confused, trying to figure out how to calm her down. Camila had planned to be a bold and brave girl in front of the rich man but she broke. The servants and guards around him stopped and stared at the scene bewildered. Camila bowed to his boots. Gabriel’s conscience couldn't let that happen. He quickly bent down and lifted her back to her feet.

Camila followed, her demeanor calm and composed, carrying a bouquet of fresh roses. “Oh, Tessa! Our darling damsel in distress!” Jamie exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. Tessa blinked, surprised. “Jamie? Camila? How did you know I was here?” Camila smiled gently. “Don Pedro informed me. There’s a new real estate contract with a company expanding into Africa. He asked me to handle the presentation since you’re unwell.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “Camila, must you always talk about work? We’re here to cheer up our friend, not discuss business.”

Camila is also a young model and when it comes to modelling she is serious about it and that’s one thing I like about her. I made it to the dinner and she was already waiting, “Hey babe!” She looks too excited and that’s crazy,why is she happy with me when she knows deep down I have no feelings for her. “Hey Cami, you got here quite early.” “Not really early, I’m glad you came.” She hugged me and it was like she was going to do this forever. “Thank you for coming, I thought I was going to get stood up by you again.” I didn’t mean to be a horrible person to her,she is nice and beautiful but my heart remains faithful to one person, there is really nothing I can do about it.

I love you Camille didn’t think she could count on one hand the number of people who had ever said those three words to her. There was a story behind each time it was said though and not always a good one. Camille couldn’t recall if her mother said those words to her but then again she had been only four years old when her mother disappeared from her life and Camille found herself living with her aunt. She vaguely remembered missing having a mother when she was a child and missing the love only a mother could give. It wasn’t until years later that she learned who her mother was. Camille had been the result of her mother sleeping with some stranger for cash so she could score more drugs. With

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

Her reply comes in four minutes despite the hour. It arrived in my inbox last night. Anonymous sender. Forwarded from a temporary email address that no longer exists. A pause, then a second message. I am not asking to cause trouble Camille. I am asking because someone is. I stare at the screen. Someone sent our deck to Helena anonymously. Not to a competitor. Not to Callum Reid who would have used it immediately. To Helena, who called me the same night, who is asking rather than acting, who has shown me enough of herself by now that I believe this message is concern rather than aggression.

“ Hello my dear daughter ! “ said Camila with a bright smile “ Hi mom ! How have you all been doing ? “ asked Luna with a smile . Her mother rarely smiled brightly and wherever she did , it filled Luna’s heart with joy . “ I received your gift and I loved it . Everyone is telling me how good it looks on me . Thank you Luna ! “ said Camilla . “ I am glad you like it mom . “ said Luna . “ When are you coming for a visit ? Your brother has been asking about you ? “ said Camila . “ The end of the semester is near . I can’t miss the lessons now . I will try coming after two weeks . Even now I am studying . I called you because I couldn’t properly talk with you . “ said Luna . “ Is that so…..Alrig

Camila I watched as she sighed, gathering herself to share something I could tell was buried deep in her heart, something that hurt her even now. "Your father," she continued, her eyes distant as if she was seeing a different time, "he loved me deeply. I was his world. I was young, innocent—his beautiful wife that he could show off to others. So when the takeover happened, when our world crumbled, you’d expect him to protect us, to get us to safety, wouldn’t you?"