Everyone thought she was nothing compared to her powerful CEO husband. When he kept bringing other women home, she finally had enough and filed for divorce. Everyone assumed she’d come back begging — even he did. But Camilla never looked back. After the divorce, she built a successful life and became unstoppable. As she rose to fame, those who once looked down on her tried to bring her down — only to be crushed by the strong, confident woman she had become. When word spread that she was looking for a father figure for her daughter, powerful men lined up for her attention. But just when she thought she was free from her past, her ex-husband returned with full of regrets. Will Camilla accepts him again? Will she let the man who keep hurting her in the past enter her life again? Or Did Lucas changed himself? Or Camila already found someone who could love her forever.
View MoreCamilla Varela’s Point of View “What?!” Cassandra blurted out, completely shocked after I told her everything that happened earlier at the office. “I honestly thought he recognized Tamara’s voice during that call,” I admitted, leaning back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “But thank God, he didn’t.” I was exhausted. Work had drained me completely. Lucas had been making my life harder than usual—sending me off to do tasks that clearly weren’t part of my job description. Errands, side work, unnecessary meetings… It’s like he’s trying to push me to my limits. “It’s probably for the best that he didn’t realize,” Cassandra replied, her voice slightly wary. “Because if he ever finds out the truth, I swear he won’t let you go that easily. He’ll make your life a living mess. He’d turn your whole world upside down just to get answers.” I gave her a weak smile. I knew she was right—but I didn’t want to talk about him anymore. Not now. Not when I was finally out of the office. “A
Lucas De Luca's Point of View I could feel my jaw tightening as I overheard Camilla speaking with someone on the phone. Her voice sounded unusually sweet and affectionate—way too affectionate for my liking. She kept using pet names like "sweetheart" and "baby," her tone filled with warmth and happiness. It hit a nerve I didn’t know I had. Damn it. Annoyance surged through me so strongly that I didn’t even bother acknowledging her presence. Instead, I walked straight past her without a word and headed into the elevator. I caught a glimpse of her face—she looked visibly startled by my sudden reaction. That made me pause for a second. Why did she look so pale the moment she saw me? What was she so shocked about? Was it because I might’ve heard what she said? Tsk. Suspicious. She nervously asked, "H-have you been there long? D-did you hear all of that?" Her voice was shaky, uncertain. I raised an eyebrow at her, partly confused and mostly irritated. Why would she even ask that?
Camilla Varela's Point of View "Alright, I'll agree to work at your company again," I said, my voice unwavering and cold. "But don’t expect things to go back to how they were." Lucas simply gave me a smug look. "Naturally. You're here for the job, not for anything personal, Camilla." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, irritated by his tone. "Whatever. Just sign the contract now, and I'll make sure it gets sent back to Los Angeles. The company is waiting for it." "There's no need to hurry, my dear ex-wife. We'll get there soon enough," he replied, his smirk widening. "When exactly am I starting?" I asked, trying to stay calm. "You can begin tomorrow as my secretary," he answered without hesitation. It was clear—Lucas was putting me back in the same position I had been in before, as his secretary, just like when we first met. "Alright, I’m leaving now. I’ll be here tomorrow morning—probably even earlier than you," I said as I turned my back on him and started walking towa
Camilla Varela's POV"What do you need from me this time, Lucas?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation. He had insisted on meeting me, claiming he was finally ready to sign the contract. But this bastard is just messing around.Lucas leaned back in his chair, smirking with an air of confidence that only fueled my annoyance. "Relax, Camilla, my dear ex-wife. I’m just getting started." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Lucas, can you stop with your mind games? I have no interest in whatever nonsense you’re up to this time!" His smirk only deepened. "Who said I was playing games, Camilla?" He casually placed his hand on his chin, as if deep in thought, before flashing me another infuriating grin. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question instead?" I let out a frustrated sigh, my patience wearing thin. "Do I look like I’m playing with you?" I shot back. Lucas merely shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, Camilla—why did you leave?" I scoffed at his au
Camilla Varela’s Point of View I chose a simple business outfit—nothing too flashy, just professional enough for the occasion. I applied light makeup, just enough to make me look presentable when meeting with the investors. Even though this was just a contract signing, I couldn’t shake off the nervousness creeping up inside me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car I had borrowed from Cassandra. I had insisted that Zach didn’t need to pick me up; instead, I told him to just wait for me outside the restaurant. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this meeting—it was strictly business, nothing more. As I entered the restaurant, a staff member immediately approached me with a polite smile. "Do you have a reservation, Ma’am?" she asked. I gave her a brief nod and replied, "Yes, under Mr. Miller." "Right this way, Ma’am," she said, gesturing for me to follow. She led me through the restaurant toward the reserved table. As we neared, I spotted Zach raising his hand slightly
Camilla Varela’s Point of ViewEver since we arrived in the Philippines, Tamara had been constantly asking about her father. It seemed like being in a different place had triggered her curiosity even more. As soon as we landed, Cassandra was the one who picked us up, while Zachary checked into a nearby hotel. We had agreed to meet up the next day since we had an important business meeting scheduled. I wasn’t exactly sure who we were going to meet, but according to Zach, the potential investors were somehow connected to their father.Honestly, I didn’t understand why I was the one expected to handle the meeting. Either Zach or Clint could have easily taken care of it. They were both more than capable of managing business matters without my involvement."Mama, you still haven’t answered me," Tamara pouted, her big round eyes fixed on me, waiting expectantly for my response. She had been asking me about her father, and I had done my best to avoid answering. Feeling cornered, I turned my
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THE CHAPTER 9. HAPPY READING, PEACHES! Next updated will be tomorrow mwuaps.———After Clint and I finished talking, it just so happened that I had also finished cooking our meal. It was perfect timing. Clint, being the helpful friend he was, assisted me in arranging the food on the table before we called for Tamara and Yaya Angie to join us.As soon as Tamara sat down, she eagerly dug into her food, eating at a speed that made it seem like someone might take it away from her at any moment. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but gently scold her."Baby, slow down! Eat properly," I reminded her, watching as she shoveled another spoonful into her mouth.Tamara could eat on her own, but there were still moments when I fed her myself, especially when she was feeling clingy. Occasionally, she still want to breast feed, though I had already started reminding her that she was a big girl now and that it was time to stop."But Mama, your food is really deli
Camilla Varela’s Point of View It’s been four long years since I walked away from my past and left them behind. Those years weren’t easy for me — in fact, they were some of the hardest times of my life. But despite everything, one thing I’ve always been grateful for is Clint. He’s been by my side through it all. He helped me without asking for anything in return. He never left me — not once — and his support has meant the world to me. Over time, Clint and my daughter, Tamara, grew very close to each other. They share a special bond, and she absolutely adores him. But even at her young age, Tamara already understands that her Uncle Clint isn’t her real father. And besides — for goodness’ sake — Clint is gay. That’s never been a secret. One afternoon, while I was busy preparing food in the kitchen, Tamara came to me with a cute little pout on her face. "Mama, T-Tata is bad," she complained in her sweet, childish voice. The sight of her sulking expression made me smile — she was just t
Cassandra Ravamorte’s Point of View"She’s not here. She already left," I told Camilla's mother sitting on the couch, my voice calm but firm. I studied her face, trying to gauge whether she was telling the truth. "But… why are you only looking for her now?"The woman’s eyes softened with sadness, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of regret had been pressing on them for years. "Believe me, I’ve been searching for her for a long time," she said, her voice trembling. "Someone told me you might know where my daughter is… please, I just want to see her."I felt torn. Should I trust this woman? Should I tell her where Camilla had gone? But I had made a promise — and I wasn’t about to break it.I shook my head slowly, choosing my words carefully. "I don’t know who told you that, but they’re wrong," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I honestly don’t know where Camilla is. Ever since she left here, we haven’t been in touch." That last part was a lie, and I could only hope she wouldn’t
Camilla Varela’s Point of View I never thought my life would turn out like this. I stood at the entrance of my own house, frozen and humiliated, as my husband Lucas and his mistress disappeared upstairs. Before they left, the woman had given me a disgusted look, her words still ringing in my ears. "Is she your wife, Lucas? Gosh! I didn’t know you had such bad taste in women." She stared me up and down with pure disgust. "Tsk. What a completely trash!" she sneered. And then, just like that, she walked away with my husband — as if I didn’t even exist. I stood there, my heart breaking all over again. How long was I supposed to endure this pain? How much more of this humiliation could I take? When Lucas and I first got married, no one was happy. His family hated me, and everyone around us judged our relationship. But we were in love — at least, I thought we were. In the beginning, we were happy, content with each other. But over time, Lucas changed. He became cold and dist...
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