Camila Montes Romane & Geschichten

Camila searched his face one last time hoping to see something. Love. Regret. Anything. But Lucas only looked tired. And distant. Then she boarded the plane alone. Now, almost eleven hours later, exhaustion sat heavily on her shoulders. The pilot’s voice suddenly filled the cabin. “We’ll be landing in Monterrey shortly.” Camila looked outside immediately. Her chest tightened unexpectedly. Mexico. Home. The city she spent years trying to escape was now the place she planned to rebuild her life. She did not know whether to feel excited or terrified.

She felt comfortable around her. "No, I will order another one. You carry on." She spoke with motherly tone which was nearly impossible to turn down. Micaela took the first bite and her taste bud like the white sauce pasta. She continued talking in between sipping her cup of coffee. Form her conversation she learned that her name was Camila and she lives in Vitoria. She has two son and a daughter who was married to a business tycoon. Her elder son and his wife were no more. Her younger son and her husband deals in hotels and resorts. It must be really tough for her to go through the pain of her elder son's demise.

“Yes, like Dario used me and Andrés used Catalina. It fucking sucks, Dante, but that’s the world we live in. Dario and Catalina are doing well. So are Aléjandro and I. Camila will adjust. She won’t even need to leave the world and culture she knows. Besides, Rei’s a good man.” Inhaling, my chest felt tight. “Fuck that. I’m sick of people singing his praises.” My voice rose. “You of all people. I thought you’d see my side in this—Camila’s side.” “Me, who has been married off twice in her life?”

I didn’t miss the way her dress was slightly adjusted in a way that drew attention to her exposed collarbone, or how her eyes flickered to Nolan with interest that was far from professional. I shook my head subtly as a wicked grin grew on my face. Nolan led me to my seat, which was beside him. Dimitri was already seated, but my focus was solely on Camila. “Anastasia,” Nolan started in an even tone. “This is Camila De León, our potential new business partner.” She extended a hand, her stiletto nails were painted blood red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purred in a smooth voice. I didn’t take her hand.

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 gave her a small nod, my cock already stirring in my pants. She stood up, slowly stripped off her elegant black dress, bra, and panties. Her body was gorgeous, full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She lay down on the thick rug in the center of the living room, legs slightly parted. Camila, a stunning Latina with long dark hair and dangerous curves, knelt between Susan’s thighs. She started slowly, running her hands up Susan’s legs, teasing her inner thighs, then gently spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.

“But that boy… that man… he’s lived his entire life without a father, without knowing where he came from. And now, he sees us as enemies.” Camilla’s eyes blazed with indignation. “Enemies because of his mother’s lies! Oh, I won’t sit here while that woman hides somewhere sipping tea like she didn’t destroy an entire family!” She stood abruptly, her shawl fluttering behind her. “I’ll find her. I’ll look Eliana Montgomery in the eye and demand answers.” “Camilla, calm down,” Lucas said firmly. Her impulsiveness was one of the reasons why Lucas rejected the idea of marrying her back then.

Mama Cortez sat at the head, and beside her was a new face. He looked exactly like Rafael, but younger. Where Rafael had that sharp, dangerous charm, this guy looked sweeter and innocent. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. He grinned when he saw me. “Hi! I’m Javier.” “Camila,” I said. “Your hair’s so beautiful. The color’s like autumn.” Warmth rose in my cheeks. “Thank you.” Lucien cleared his throat beside me. “Hey, bro,” Javier added, smirking.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

She walked out of the room without saying a word, and it was seconds later that the terrace door opened, revealing the blue eyed woman, Luna Ella, the Alpha’s first woman. “Did you see her, mother Luna? The arrogance in her eyes, and the deviousness…” “She is nothing but a human, a slave, and a peasant for the Alpha’s pleasure. You go and take care of your son. Trust me, she is not going to be able to do anything, neither to you, nor to Daniel. It is only a matter of time before Aguilar grows tired of her, but you must know that as Alpha, we cannot control what he is to do. Therefore, I would suggest that you respect him, his decision, and what he chooses. Go and take care of Daniel, and do