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
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 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 "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
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 “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
Camilla Varela's Point of View "What are you doing here in my son's building?" I looked up, startled, at the woman who had just stepped into the elevator I'd only recently entered. My breath caught when I recognized her—it was Lucas's mother, my ex-mother-in-law. Her eyes were sharp, filled with obvious hostility as she glared at me. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine we’d run into each other like this. Ever since I told her I was leaving her son, we hadn’t crossed paths. We parted ways with anger and silence, and I honestly thought I’d never see her again. Of course, fate just loves playing games. Perfect timing, really. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my disbelief. She must’ve noticed, because she immediately snapped at me again. "Why are you shaking your head like that, you piece of trash?" she spat. "Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" Even after all this time, she still sees me as nothing more than garbage. Some things never change. S
Lucas De Luca’s Point of View I couldn't stop watching her. She sat at her desk, focused intently on her computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she worked. I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to what she had said earlier. Deep down, I knew she was right. She was absolutely right—I really am just like my mother. I had failed her. I stood by in silence while my mother continuously belittled and insulted her. I acted like a worthless husband, unable—or maybe unwilling—to stand up for her. I allowed other women, the ones I brought into our home, to treat her like she was beneath them. I let all of that happen, and I didn’t protect her when she needed me the most. I sighed quietly, shaking my head as I turned my attention back to my own computer screen. I glanced at the time—it was already 11:00 AM. Almost lunchtime. Should I ask her to grab a bite with me? But what if she said no? Would it just make things more awkward between us? Cle
Lucas De Luca’s Point of View I couldn't stop watching her. She sat at her desk, focused intently on her computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she worked. I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to what she had said earlier. Deep down, I knew she was right. She was absolutely right—I really am just like my mother. I had failed her. I stood by in silence while my mother continuously belittled and insulted her. I acted like a worthless husband, unable—or maybe unwilling—to stand up for her. I allowed other women, the ones I brought into our home, to treat her like she was beneath them. I let all of that happen, and I didn’t protect her when she needed me the most. I sighed quietly, shaking my head as I turned my attention back to my own computer screen. I glanced at the time—it was already 11:00 AM. Almost lunchtime. Should I ask her to grab a bite with me? But what if she said no? Would it just make things more awkward between us? Cle
Camilla Varela's Point of View "What are you doing here in my son's building?" I looked up, startled, at the woman who had just stepped into the elevator I'd only recently entered. My breath caught when I recognized her—it was Lucas's mother, my ex-mother-in-law. Her eyes were sharp, filled with obvious hostility as she glared at me. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine we’d run into each other like this. Ever since I told her I was leaving her son, we hadn’t crossed paths. We parted ways with anger and silence, and I honestly thought I’d never see her again. Of course, fate just loves playing games. Perfect timing, really. I shook my head slightly, unable to hide my disbelief. She must’ve noticed, because she immediately snapped at me again. "Why are you shaking your head like that, you piece of trash?" she spat. "Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" Even after all this time, she still sees me as nothing more than garbage. Some things never change. S
Camilla 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