Dolores X Camilo Novelas e Histórias

Ronan Camila touched my hand gently, staring at me affectionately. I could see her effort to alleviate my worry. "There is nothing Madam could subject me to that I can't endure for you and Katya's sake. Just promise me you'll come home in one piece. I don’t want to cry for you, Ronan. You’re the only light and hope in my life, and I’m not ready to say goodbye," Camila confessed, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Well…" I began, leaning back in my leather chair as I crossed my legs. “It seems this partnership was truly destined to happen then.” But as I spoke, my eyes remained locked onto Camila. I had never cared enough to ask my father or Beatrice about the identities of the people who had shattered her life five years ago but seeing the fear in her eyes right now, I didn't need to be a genius to connect the dots.

Camillo says while holding his hands up in the air to show that he has given up. Alessandro brings my hand Camillo was going to kiss to his own lips and kisses each of the five of my fingers before kissing the back of my hand. I grin at him before he turns around to the young men, "Camillo, Gerardo, this is Della and Daisy." "Meeting you Della is such a great pleasure. I don't have the foggiest idea how you manage up with him." Camillo says while looking at Alessandro energetically.

“That’s it, Delfina, take my cock like the good girl you are. Oh, you’re so fucking good, aren’t you?” Furio Matrone was giving it his all and she knew it from the raspy breathing and the heavy panting. The sound of flesh on flesh, whipped around them. The windows steamed and the hot musky scent of sex and sweat clung to the air. This wasn’t a quickie. This wasn’t a two-minute hump and dump as Caprice coined not so long ago. This was a man on a mission to prove he could do what she swore she hadn’t been able to do on her own and fix her fear.

Him opening the car door for me, me looking up at him, the moment candid and intimate and unmistakably us. Below the photo, one line of text. Careful who you trust, Camille. You have not even scratched the surface of what Rhys Callahan is hiding.

When he turned the key, the powerful engine filled the silence between them, making her shiver. No one spoke. Dolores kept her gaze on the open fields outside the window, trying to ignore the strong, magnetic presence beside her. Impossible. “So…” she began carefully, “you’re Mr. Carter, right?” He didn’t look at her. “Zacky. Just Zacky.” “Alright… Zacky,” she repeated, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Dolores Ferreira.” “I know,” he replied curtly. She raised a brow. “So you’ve heard of me?”

Dorian says, taking a deep breath and putting his glass cup on the coffee table. Here we go, whenever they started a conversation wuth those two names, I was in for an earfull. Dorian was just a natural french boy from the stories or fantasies of any teenage girl or any woman, he had curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes, from what I've noticed, he was a treat to the eye, tall and almost tan, just a dreamy fantasy of a man. "As you've noticed, Camila has had it pretty rough these past years and for you to just marry her, there's gotta be some sort of money's worth in it for you" he explained, his voice was low and reminded me of my Dad when he was being serious about something.

"But she's miserable, isn't she? She was miserable to a point of sleeping with Eduardo," "That's the juicy part, Antonio’s going to find out, and he’s going to fall apart. I want to watch him weep over Amora and show Eduardo what hell is really like,” she hissed. “Amora hasn’t seen anything yet.” “You’re the real monster here, Camila.” Crockett said with a disgusting look. "Amora made me this way," "No, your family did," ************************************* “I managed to send men to beat up Camila, and it went according to plan,” Donatus reported, shifting uncomfortably in his seat sipping his cup of coffee gently, "But..."