Chapter 125 Camilla’s Pov.
When I opened my eyes and my vision got back to normal, I was more than shocked to see my father in the room.
There was no trace of pain in my body anymore but seeing him was enough to bring back the bitterness in me. Instinctively, I clung to the bed frame, wanting him as far away as possible.
Leonardo was sitting on the floor across from the bed with his hands on his knees, looking up at me. How long has he been staring at me? The whole time I was unconcious?
Why's he even here? How did he find me again?
“What are you doing here?” I said in a cold voice, hissing at him. All I feel towards him was pure hatred.
I'm still trapped here, with no news about Àlvaro. I don't know if he's alive. I'm left with only his promises that everything would be okay. Just the thought of losing him brought me closer to the edge. And I swear if something happened to him, my father would suffer the consequences.
My words didn't seem to affect Leonardo much. Instead, he smiled through his tired face as if he was trying to memorize me.
After staying silent for a while, he finally spoke. “How do you young ones say it? Karma is a bitch, isn't it?” He laughed to himself, shaking his head. I noticed a big wound on his face that wasn't there before. “Always coming back to fuck you up.”
He opened his mouth to speak again and closed it several times as if searching for the right words. The audacity he has to even look me in the eye after what he's done was disrespectful.
I stayed silent, not even sparing him another glance. The only thing I wanted was for someone to walk through those doors and tell me that Àlvaro was alive and coming for me, for us.
I've never prayed so damn much in my entire life as I do now.
“You really love him, huh?”
I turned my head to Leonardo so fast that I thought it might break. I shot daggers with my eyes in his direction.
“You dare to ask me such a thing?” I raised my voice at him and my body warmed even more looking at him from above the bed. “After everything you did, how the hell are you even looking at me in the eye? You should be dead, not here with me and definitely not breathing.”
He laughed as if I said the most normal thing and his body relaxed against the wall.
“I'm going to die soon. You can be sure of that.” He nodded with a small smile on his face and my heart sank because this was not the answer I was expecting. “I'm only sorry for two things.” He muttered and his gaze softened.
“What?” I asked before I could stop myself. I waited for him to speak as his gaze fell to my stomach and I followed his eyes, feeling exposed in front of his murderous gaze.
“That I left you, your mother, and Hector.” His voice was quiet, almost broken and his eyes weak and tired as he shook his head. “And the fact that I'll never be able to see my grandchild. It's for the better anyway, I don't deserve it.”
Word after word, they drove deeper into me and I felt real pain, although I shouldn't have, not after all he's done. But he's still my father and that's something that can't be changed. You don't choose your family, right?
“You might not believe me but I did all of hhis because I love you so fucking much, Camilla.” His words were full of remorse which made everything even more bitter and difficult for me. “I thought I was protecting you. I thought I was protecting my family.”
“You allied with the very person you were supposed to be protecting me from, father.” I spat at him and he kept quiet, knowing it was the truth. “Àlvaro has always been by my side, protecting me. He's not the monster in this story.”
You are.
I wanted to tell him that but by the expression on his face, I could see that he knew that already.
“I'm sorry for everything, Camilla, I really am.” He said with a deep voice. “If I could go back in time and fix everything, I would.”
“You say that now because your life is at risk.”
“I'm saying it because it's true.” He hurried to interupt me with a calm voice. “I don't care if I die. I deserve it. Just make sure you let Hector and your mother know that I never stopped loving them.”
I kept quiet because I didn't know what to say to his words.
“He really cares about you, I can now see it.” He muttered as if he was talking to himself. “I didn't believe it was possible for a Castillo to do what he did but he was willing to sacrifice his life for you without a second thought.”
“Does that surprise you?” I raised my eyebrow questioningly. “You don't know Àlvaro, father. He's nothing like his father. Àlvaro always puts my life before his. He's always looked after me and protected me. Yes, we weren't best of friends at the beginning but I love him now. You just couldn't stomach the fact that I have feelings for him.”
“That's right.” He agreed with me almost immediately. “I was just furious because I thought that bastard father of his was still getting his way even from the grave. I wanted to do everything to stop that union.”
“I love him dad and I stand by my word.” I replied. “I hope he comes back alive because if he doesn't, I promise you that you will die by my hand.”
“I'd rather die by your hand than any other.”
I kept silent, letting the silence fill the room. We just stared at each other in complete silence. My mind was a mess. The voices inside my head were not letting me rest, bringing my worst nightmares to life. I need to know that Àlvaro is alive. God please don't take him away from me.
It seemed like hours passed before the silence was broken by someone entering the room with a bang.
When Leonardo and I turned our eyes to the door, we saw Santiago standing on the doorway in all his glory. I was shocked to say the least. Leonardo, not at all.
I haven't seen Santiago since the last time he was at the house to get his stuff after Àlvaro kicked him out. What the hell is he doing here?
But my answer followed immediately.
My heart pounded hard against my chest in relief when Àlvaro appeared behind Santiago in his tall muscular figure with his hands in his pockets. My eyes scanned him shamelessly and when I found no trace of wounds on him, my face lit up.
Our eyes locked and it was like a weight was lifted from my chest seeing him safe and sound without a scratch on himself. His eyes softened on me while his hair almost hid his beautiful face from my view.
Tears started to drop down my face and without thinking, I ran towards him with trembling legs. I felt peace and comfort as he opened his arms for me, welcoming my body to crash into his. I felt his warmth. I could smell his perfume. I can feel him here with me.
“Missed me, chica?” He murmured against my ear, pulling me close to him and I laughed through my tears, inhaling his perfume. I felt his smile against my neck and I have never been happier than now. “Because I was fucking dying without you.”
I pulled back enough to bring our lips together in a long awaited kiss, showing him just how much I missed him.
And when he kissed me back, I knew that everything was truly going to be okay now. My Àlvaro is here with me and nothing would ever tear us apart ever again.
It was three of us against the rest of the world.