Shameless Camila Cabello Lyrics Novels & Stories

Even the searing pain in her soul vanished. She turned her head and looked at the man she had once loved with everything she had. Her voice was hollow. “Let go of me.” Jameson, suppressing his anger, replied, “Camille, Sylvia didn’t do it on purpose…” Camille felt nothing but disgust. She could not bear another second of his touch. She struggled with all her might. Her bones felt like they were being crushed, but still, she could not break free. So, she turned her head and sank her teeth hard into his arm.

It was unnamed. I bit my lip, dragged in a deep breath, and finally pressed the call button. "Hello?" the deep baritone voice that echoed at the other end of the line almost made me jump. "H-hello?" I echoed hesitantly. "Camilla?" he muttered. "Yes, it's me," I nodded even though he obviously couldn't see me. "I need help," my voice cracked. I can't afford to beat around the bush. Every second counts. "I know," he answered. "Nana Luisa already explained your situation."

Elisa's cheeks were red again. Camelia felt wrong to get all this from Felix; she was mistreated. So precious and priceless, was this one of God's destinies to give her another chance at life? Is this the fate she received for being betrayed by the man she loves so much? God presents a perfect man like Felix so Camelia can feel his love even though she has to pretend to be someone else. Felix, on the other hand, was focused on the white paper, his fingers flanking the pen, doing pen spinning. Occasionally staring at the projector screen, his eyes looked sharp. Not the slightest hint of a friendly smile, Felix is a cold billionaire famous for making everything perfect.

“Is there a problem? Did you do.. something?” It was happening again, Camila's heart began to slam hard against her chest, he looked so genuine and cute while asking this, she almost felt like.. her eyes slowly trailed their way down to his lips and she gulped. She almost felt like.. Camila immediately shouted at herself for thinking of such a thing. When did she become so shameless. Her cheeks soon flushed and she gazed to the opposite side. “He didn't, I'm fine.” Leonardo tenderly gripped her jaw and made her face him. “Tell me the truth, I swear if he touched even a single hair on your body I'll decapitate every finger, toes and even his hea–”

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

“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.

“I want relevance. Not false titles, Mila. Not paper I could be ripped from. I need something that puts me on the map. So Andrade can’t look past me anymore.” Camila's eyes filled before she spoke. “I love you,” she said, the sentence like a prayer. “If that will make you feel safe, if that will make Andrade see you, I’ll do it. I’ll…” She stopped, the words jostling for purchase. “I’ll give you my shares. I can do that. I don’t care about the empire. I want you.” The way she said it — so sure, so uncalculated — made something in me twist.

I thought that someday, our secret would be brought into the light. Until today, I realized… it had all been my own wishful thinking. I tossed every photo into the trash, slung my suitcase over my shoulder, and walked out of the house. Just as I was about to hail a cab, I heard Noah's voice. "Say goodbye to Lola before you go." I turned toward the sound and, for the first time, saw the person standing behind him. Lola wore a gentle smile. "Elena, long time no see." I forced a stiff smile. "Lola."

“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…”

He could not believe that she had the audacity to lie right to his face. "Yes Leandro, I am shameless and I won't bother denying it. I'm shameless for coming all the way here to see my son from afar and I know it's shameless of me to even call him my son when I have never been a mother to him. I know very well that I have no shame Leandro, so there's no need for you to remind me of my shamelessness," Camille blurted in frustration as she suddenly felt like she would break down in tears any second from now.