Camila Smith Romane & Geschichten

"Sir, I have gathered the initial data regarding Sheina Blake as you requested." Damian immediately set his glass down and snatched the file. "Tell me she’s lying. Tell me she is Camila Wilson." Mark took a long breath. "Administratively, Sir... Sheina Blake is a different person. Her citizenship data shows she was born in a small village called Chipping Campden, England. She has a birth certificate, a record of attending primary school there, and even notes that she lived in an orphanage after her parents died in an accident when she was ten years old."

A bitter laugh almost escaped me, but I caught it behind my teeth. “By morning,” Camila continued, “the news had spread everywhere, Mr Matthew Smith dead, poisoned by his son’s wife. Diana Wilson.” Her voice trembled on the name. “They called her a monster. I cried when I saw her face on TV. I didn’t know her well, but from the short time I spent with her, I knew she couldn’t have done it.” I swallowed hard. You cried for me, she thought. You were the only one who did.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

"She’s different, Isaiah. She’s not like anyone in our world. She doesn't care about the titles or the money. She looked straight through me, like she could see the cage I’m trapped in." "And you're hooked," Isaiah observed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "An alpha like you, completely derailed by a quiet girl from the logistics floor. I love it. But you need to be careful, man. Camila is not a woman who handles rejection well. She’s entitled, and she has the West media machine behind her. If she thinks this Selah is a threat to her throne, she will try to destroy her." Before Xavier could answer, the sharp, rhythmic vibration of his encrypted personal phone echoed on the m

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

I replied still smiling. Folding her hand under her breast "Nothing? And you want me to stupidly believe that" Camila asked while glaring at me with the best eyes have ever seen, those cute emerald eyes with a killer perfect body 5'5,a 26 inch waist, good skin, moderate breast, curvy hips with a round butt. "Are you done checking me out?" Camila asked smirking. "What? Who me? Why?" I lied trying to put up an annoyed face. Smiles.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

“And Rebecca? Ha! She has the most pitiful story here. Raped and abused by her own brother, he left her to die in an alley when Matteo found her and brought her here. He's kind, but don't mess with him or his ladies. I guess they all just don't like that you may be stealing the attention—” “Camille. Twenty years old. Retired punching bag for her father, abandoned by her mother and only brother. My father attempted to rape me at least twice a day for six years. Made responsible for his debt which… Matteo paid and saved me from. Now I have to pay him back in three years,” I said in a loud voice and gained everyone's attention. They stared at me with heavy silence and I turned to Tony and shrug

DELUCA "Looks like your focus has changed. Or maybe… your interests have.” The voice sliced through me like a knife, sharp and deliberate. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass as I turned toward the sound. Camila stood at the edge of the table, her dark brown eyes gleaming beneath the soft glow of the overhead lights. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her sculpted cheekbones and full lips, which curved into a knowing smile. A figure-hugging black dress clung to her body, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. Gold hoop earrings caught the light as she tilted her head, her gaze fixed on me with unsettling familiarit