My Dear Camila Novels & Stories

And she's my weapon. Camila is my weapon!

The car door slowly pushed open and Damian stepped out, Damian is the Beta to the Alpha of our pack, he was still as breathtaking as always, in his corporate suit, with his muscular broad build. Damian and I were fated mates and we were so much in love with each other but a few months into our marriage he had changed so much, I never for once fell out of love with everything I admired so much about him, but he seemed to forget everything about me, he might soon even forget I existed. Just as these thoughts were swirling in my head, the passenger door to the car swung open and she walked out. Lilian, my half-sister, the last of my father. A sight that tore through me like a jagged blade.

The familiar ceiling above me came into focus, and the suffocating silence of my room settled around me. "Of course, it was just a dream," I muttered bitterly. That wasn't Molly. She'd never hurt me like that. I laughed again, though the sound was hollow. I propped myself up on my elbows, wondering how I woke up from the dream. My gaze fell on my phone, which now lit up beside me. The screen displayed a message from Charlotte. I quickly checked it out. [Jared told me about your daughter's passing. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Was it an illness? We'll come visit you next weekend. Don't be too sad, Sophia.]

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

Camilla POV I wake to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window and the sound of my alarm gently pulling me from sleep. For a moment, I lie still, blinking up at the ceiling, and then the memories of last night wash over me. I told Diego everything and he didn't forsake me. He said he wants me and would crawl to hell just to be with me. A genuine smile spreads across my face. I roll over, burying my face in my pillow, feeling almost giddy. When was the last time I felt this light? This hopeful?

•CAMILLA• “Cecilia told me about what happened, and I am so disappointed in you, Camilla. You killed my brother when you left home for 3 years and brought shame into our family when it turned out you were parading yourself as a commoner and got married to one.”

I chuckled, making him laugh too and he let me go just in time as Samantha came back, pretty and proper as always. “You look beautiful, sis. Are you ready to go ?” I asked and kissed the top of the head. “Let’s go brother. I love you,” she said with utmost sincerity. “I love you too, baby girl,” I said and we three headed out. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA!

POV. Henrique I couldn't concentrate on anything else. The papers on the table were just a pretext. Three contracts to review, two statements to sign... and yet all I did was stare at that damn photo of Camila with Tiago on her lap. The two of them covered in flour, laughing, happy. As if the world were safe. As if she had never met a man like Carlos. The information arrived yesterday. Discreet, but accurate. And as much as it hurt to admit it... she had finally woken up. She was reacting. After so long erasing herself to fit into the life of a sick man, Camila had started to come back.

“I like hearing other people’s stories. Especially when the person telling them has eyes like yours. They keep wandering though. Is everything okay?” Anna blinked. She set the phone down and met his gaze straight on. “Sorry. I had a long week. My mind drifts sometimes. But I am here. Tell me more about Milan. Did you get any real pasta or just runway calories?” Kwame launched into a funny story about sneaking into a tiny trattoria after midnight, flour on his hands from helping the chef knead dough because the man refused to believe a model could cook. Anna laughed at the right moments, asked the right follow-up questions, and even shared a quick tale of her own disastrous photoshoot where s

I felt nothing. "Maybe," I said noncommittally, heading for the showers. "Maybe?" Marcus laughed. "Dude, Camila Devereaux specifically asked if you'd be there. You know, the Senator's daughter? The one who looks like a goddamn supermodel?" I did know. Camila had made her interest very clear over the past few weeks. She was beautiful, sophisticated, and came from the kind of family that could help rebuild my social standing. She was exactly the type of woman I should be interested in.