All Chapters of Camila: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

 Camila's P.O.V"That's great news!" Clair beams over the video chat.I called him and told him about the pregnancy and he's apparently taking it well, he'd always been so protective of me, it was his job anyway."I used him" I remind and he let's out a laugh."Sweetheart, we've all used people in our time, trust me, he'll get over it" he chuckles.I look over at Elijah asleep on my bed, after we talked for three whole hours he decided he wanted to just sleep in here for the night. His mother was the one who convinced him to tell me everything that was going on.Judie knew and I knew, but she told him that if he really cared for me then he would tell me the truth and get it out of the way. I appreciate Elijah for coming to me straight away rather than wait until some appointed time where he asked me out on a date just to tell me about it."I hope so" I say looking at the screen again, capturing a smile fr

 Camila's P.O.V"You want us to get a divorce?" I ask my father in disbelief, even though I expected it. "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to get a divorce, it won't be so hard Camila" he replies twirling his cigar in between his fingers.He really came all the way over here just to tell me to get a divorce. All because he's signed with Marcell Clair now and doesn't need the Camorra contract, poor guy just keeps selling himself short for more riches.The Camorra contract could have been the best thing ever, but he's so greedy, I don't blame him for wanting more for himself."And what if I don't want to?" I challenged.His eyes looked at me, inspecting my face before he squinted at me. His usual way of saying I dare you, but I've gotten used to it way too much these days."You don't want to do that" he replies with a sly chuckle. "Why not?" I ask trying to reel as much as I can fro

Emilio's P.O.VMy mother looked between Zoe and I, reflecting my same feelings, I didn't want to be here as much as she did but we had work to do.Camila left us a lot to uncover and to unpack, it needed more than two people to do the job and my Mom just happened to be the extra hand I needed."What was she trying to gain from this?" Mom asks in a hushed tone."Camila has her ways Mom, I couldn't tell you" I answer, "but there's no way she actually wanted us to get back together" I say glancing at Zoe.I don't think Zoe really understands that it was all a set up, she hurt Camila, so Camila hurt her. Everyone was just stabbing each other in their backs, going against each other day by day. I've been working with Camila for a while now, over three years, we had to pretend we weren't acquainted.She was a great person and she knew how to get her way, she knew Nick had his plans and what they all planned to do with her. She was

Joshua BassettI stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had. My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.Camila knew about Nick's plan for months, she knew he would try to kill her after he got what he really wanted. He knew Camila and Elijah would eventually conspire against their families, it was no secret how the two felt about each other.Even if they had no feelings toward each other, Camila would have found a way to get Elijah on her side, she always wanted to see the best in everyone and would tried her best to help them.She

Present Day>>>> Elijah's P.O.V Emilio walked into my office with a bottle of champagne in his right hand and a donut in the left hand. He looked great except the scowl on his face and his ruffled hair, he wore casual black jeans and a light blue t-shirt, he's been walking around with a bottle of champagne for the last week. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Emilio asks taking a seat in one of the empty chairs at my desk. "You know why I'm looking at you like this Emilio" I answer, "you've been wallowing in your feelings for a week now, I'm waiting on you to tell me what's going on". He takes in a deep breath, puts the bottle to his head and just drinks. I watch him, there's nothing I can do to stop him from feeling however he's feeling, mainly because I have no idea what the problem even is. "I'm fighting the urge to tell you, so I'm drinking it away" he says with his eyes closed and n