Camila thought she'd hit rock bottom when she discovered her husband's infidelity with her own cousin, but that devastating betrayal turned out to be only the beginning - a life-altering accident would soon strip her of her very identity. But when she was forced to fake her own death and assume a new identity, she realized she had been accidentally given a second chance. This new life came with a new discovery that Camila, the once shameful and disgraceful wife of the powerful Miller family, turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, a rival worthy of respect, and a woman not to be underestimated. Not even her husband stood a chance.
더 보기Camila: *Are you there yet?*Cole: *Please don't go in without me.*Camila: *Why? Worried I might cause a scene?*Cole: *Camila, please, I'm begging you. If you get there first, just hang around. Don't see them without me by your side.*No response.Cole frantically typed another text.*Camila.*No response. "Damn it!" he muttered, tossing his phone onto the dashboard of the car. His eyes, however, were immediately caught by Madison, who sat silently by his side, her gaze fixed on him, too intense."Seriously, Cole? You know I've warned you about texting while driving." She crossed her arms, but there was something else in her eyes Cole couldn't place. "If it was that big of a deal, you could've asked me to type it for you.""No, thank you," Cole replied quickly. "It wasn't...." He trailed off, a knot forming in his stomach under her unwavering stare."Who was that on the phone?" Madison cut in sharply.Cole hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. "Camila."Madison's expressio
"So are we going to just sit here and keep staring at each other like shy teenagers, or are we going to order something to eat?" Camila said, her nails drumming on the table. She would rather be somewhere else. But, well, because of his threats, she had no choice… does she? But Antonio just kept looking at her, no usual smirk this time. His eyes hadn't left her since she walked in. Her hair... Her blue eyes... Every inch of her was being observed, and it was making her skin crawl. And the look in his eyes, the way it narrowed and laid silent altogether, was like he was piecing together a puzzle. Finally, he stirred, leaning back. "I like the new look." Camila chuckled. It's all about her changed appearance, isn't it? Antonio gestured to the waiter, who appeared as if summoned by magic. He ordered for himself and also for Camila, who had just shrugged, preferring to be served any meal knowing she wouldn't even touch it. She had only thirty minutes to spend in this charade.
Today's agenda - A date with De La Cruz and a late-night dinner with the Miller family.What a day it is.Camila smiled, staring at her reflection.It feels good to be back. When she meant 'back,' she meant - blonde hair perfectly styled; she had her brown hair dyed back to the way it should be.Blue eyes - no more brown contact lenses.Earrings in both piercings.Flawless makeup, and a luxurious or maybe slightly intimidating fur coat draped over her shoulders. A short cocktail gown to complement her long legs.She bet it'll give Lawson a bit of déjà vu tonight. Or maybe a heart attack.She looked… intimidating, powerful. Like she could conquer the world.Good.Exactly the vibe she was going for.And as for the name - well, she'll wipe off Hazel for now. Or probably erase it entirely.With a final touch of her signature red lipstick, Camila turned away from the mirror, her movement slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world...She wasn't going to linger; she wasn't goin
"That's right," Antonio purred, the sound Camila found both irritating and... strangely compelling.She stifled a groan. This was ridiculous."You can decline, of course; I'm not exactly forcing you into anything. But consider the alternative: a messy lawsuit... no one wants that."He let those words sink in, the threat hanging.Camila's jaw tightened. He knew exactly where to hit her, didn't he?Her dreams, her hard-won independence, all dangled precariously on his whim. The unfairness of it all made her want to scream."Isn't there another way out?" she said, her voice calm but strained, trying to maintain a facade of composure."No, darling, it's a yes or a no. And I need to get my answer right now."Camila's mind raced, weighing the options, each one more unpalatable than the last."Give me a reason," she finally said, her voice low and dangerous. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just tell you to go to hell and deal with the consequences.""You'll be damned sure to regret
THE NEXT MORNING Camila was just munching on some toast at the dining table, totally lost in her phone. Weirdly, despite knowing Madison was somewhere in the house, God knows when she would leave. Camila felt… lighter. Maybe it was the clear plan she’d made yesterday, the anticipation. Whatever it was, a surprising little spark of energy was buzzing beneath her skin. She almost didn't mind the chirpy interruption. "Morning!" Madison chirped as she walked in. "Hmm," Camila mumbled, not even looking up. Madison lingered on her for a while, but Camila didn't care. "So..." Madison began as she took a seat opposite her. "Cole still hasn't said much about you. The mystery sister, huh?" "What's there to say..." Camila finally replied, still scrolling through potential fabric suppliers on her phone. "He has a sister. Surprise." She punctuated the last word with a dry, humorless chuckle, her eyes never leaving the screen. Madison pressed her lips together, her gaze suddenly fixed inten
"It's done," Cole mumbled, hanging by the door. "I just came from my lawyer's office. All the assets... the money... it's being transferred to your account."Camila didn't immediately look up. Her eyes were glued to the mess of fashion design photos spread all over her bed. Sketches, fabric samples, magazine clippings – a whole creative explosion in the middle of the rumpled sheets.Camila finally shifted her gaze fully to him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.Cole hesitated, wanting to say more, to understand the shift in her demeanor."Is there anything else... you need?" he asked, but Camila shook her head, dismissing him."No. You can go now."But Cole still lingered by the door. "Are you sure? You know I can help with those..." He gestured vaguely toward the scattered photos on the bed. "It looks like you want to start something up. I could help with that."Camila finally looked up, really looked at him this time. Her gaze was direct, and held a hint of something
"Keep an eye on that bitch," Antonio muttered into his phone, his voice tight. "Everything she does. Who she talks to, where she goes, the whole shebang. I want to know what she's up to, got it?""Understood, sir," Bruno replied, his voice a little hesitant. "Do you... also want full surveillance on Camila Lopez?"Antonio paused, his eyes darkening. Memories, sharp and unwelcome, flooded back – the defiance in Camila's eyes, the unexpected touch in the car.He gritted his teeth, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The audacity of that woman... she'd dared to provoke him.He let out a short, sharp breath, dragging a hand through his hair."No. Forget about her... for now."A new resolve hardened his gaze as he stared out at the approaching gates of his villa."Focus on Emily. I want the same level of detail, Bruno. See to it personally.""Yes, sir," Bruno confirmed quickly, "Emily it is. Full surveillance, every detail, got it.""Good," Antonio said, a cold satisfaction settling within him.
THE NEXT MORNINGThere was a knock at the door. Soft, a little hesitant. Camila didn't flinch. She remained a still point in the rumpled bedsheets, her gaze fixed on some unseen spot on the wall.Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, as if the wall was the enemy ready to attack.Then another knock came, a little louder this time."Camila." Cole's voice cut in, low and hoarse. "You there?"Camila glanced briefly at the door before responding flatly."Yes.""Can I come in?" Camila's expression didn't change. "Yes."The door opened slowly, and first, Cole peeked through, his gaze landing on Camila.He didn't speak immediately, just stood there for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he stepped fully into the room, closing the door softly behind him as if not wanting to break the fragile silence. He moved with a quiet awkwardness, like an intruder in a sacred space."Can I?" he asked, pointing to the edge of the bed. All the while, he didn't dare look Camila in the eyes.Again,
A ring.He had put a ring on her finger. On Lawson's sister's finger.It felt like a final, brutal severing of any remaining connection to her brother, a definitive choice of sides.Camila just stared at him, totally speechless. The fight drained out of her, replaced by a cold, hollow ache.Then, like a robot, she turned and walked over to the couch, plopped down, and just stared into space.Cole watched her, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps regret, perhaps defiance—crossing his face before he walked over and sat down beside her.There was a beat of silence, the room suddenly feels small. "I'm sorry, Camila. I didn't mean to drop this on you... I wanted to tell you; I didn't know how..." he sighed. "You weren't even there for me to tell."Camila didn't speak, her eyes fixed on some point, still lost but hearing every single word.Another long silence stretched between them. Cole shifted uncomfortably beside her, his gaze fixed on his hands. He seemed to be waiting for a rea
Camilla watched as her marriage crumbled before her eyes. Her cousin Diane stood confidently before the entire Miller family, stroking her protruding belly. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Diane as her gaze swept across the room, locking on Camila briefly before moving on. “I’m carrying the Miller family heir,” she declared. Camila's mind reeled as she tried to process the implications of Diane's announcement. Who was the father? She turned in Lawson's direction, expecting to see shock or curiosity on his face. Instead, his expression was unreadable as he sat silently on the sofa, observing the scene unfold. She kept searching his face for answers, but It was as though he had no care in the world, didn’t care about her reaction or that of his family, and honestly, Camilla couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in his mind.“Lawson, is this true?” Camila asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Did you cheat on me?”It was an unnecessary question, but Camilla couldn’t help i...
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