Novel & Cerita Spring's Promise Camellia

Eventually, she stopped waiting, letting her yearning fade into the background. Now, seeing Camilla adorned with them, the truth became painfully clear—those treasures had always been meant for someone else. Noticing her gaze, Camilla lifted the hem of her gown and gracefully approached, her lips forming a gentle smile. “Dom, is this the woman you’ve been seeing these past few years? The one you promised to introduce me to?” Her tone was warm but her words were laced with subtle condescension. “She’s beautiful. No wonder she managed to capture the heart of our school’s most sought-after bachelor.”

The silk was a brilliant shade of blue, embroidered with butterflies that seemed to shimmer in the light. His message followed right after. 'Silly girl. I had yours ready seven years ago.'

Elion rinsed the soap from Cale’s shoulders. "Write your vows about the present," Elion suggested. "Don't promise fifty years. Promise tomorrow. Promise Tuesday." "Tuesday," Cale repeated. "The day the flower blooms." "Exactly. Promise me Tuesday." Cale looked at him. The steam from the bath softened the lines of pain on his face. "I can do that," Cale said. "I can promise Tuesday." "Good. That's a start." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "What will you promise?"

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

“If you can get that project, I promise we will get married immediately.” The promise sounded different now. Not as a commitment. But as a reward. Camelia smiled faintly. “Are you sure you want to marry me, William?” William fell silent. Only for a moment, but long enough for Camelia to see a flash of doubt in his eyes. That look quickly changed, replaced by a thin forced smile. “Of course,” he answered. “Why are you asking something like that?” Camelia stepped away, creating distance between them. She looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time.

She did not face Cael at first. “They will force it,” she said. “Yes,” he replied. “And if they succeed?” “The Crown will burn something,” he said. Her breath caught. “Or someone.” “Yes.” She turned then and looked at him. His posture was as disciplined as ever, but his gaze was intent, present in a way that made it impossible to pretend this was merely duty. “I do not want it to be me,” she said. “It will not,” Cael replied. She shook her head. “You cannot promise that.”

"The photographer will be careful. Besides, it'll brighten her mood. I'll make it up to you later with a shoot that's better than this one." Later? There was no later for me. I nodded again. "Alright. I'll send the gown over." Ryder went still again. He'd expected a fight, tears, or for me to make a scene. That was how I used to beg him to change his mind. Instead, I just let it stand. … The next morning, Ryder rushed through breakfast and made for the door. While adjusting his tie, he said, "After the photo shoot, I'm taking Isabelle to Holy Moon Spring for purification and blessing to keep the pregnancy safe. I'll be gone for about three days.

"Ma'am, sorry! My sister’s ball fell into your yard. Could we have it back?" I picked it up with a smile and handed it back. The boy thanked me politely. The little girl, who had been bashful behind her brother until now, suddenly stepped forward. She wrapped her warm arms around me for a fleeting moment and whispered, "Ma'am, you look so pretty when you smile." The touch was brief. They ran off, but my tears wouldn’t stop. If my child had been born safely, grown in peace, wouldn’t he or she have been just like them?

Roseline stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Camilla,” she whispered. Camilla took her hand. “I’m here.” “You look tired,” Roseline said faintly. “Don’t worry yourself out because of me.” Camilla shook her head, tears pricking her eyes. “You’re all I have. I’d do anything for you.” Roseline smiled weakly. “You have always had such a strong heart. Promise me you won’t let this world break it.” Camilla swallowed hard. “I promise.”

That’s a promise I intend to keep. ----- In the greenhouse, Maya shivers despite the warmth. “You okay?” Ethan asks. “Yeah. Just… felt like someone was watching us.” “Probably just the neighbor’s cat.” He kisses her temple. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” They leave the greenhouse, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. Unaware that their happy ending is about to become someone else’s obsession. Unaware that Cameron Blake has made his own promise. And unlike Ethan’s promises of love, Cameron’s promise is one of destruction.