His Lethal Love

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother. *******

Present“Miss Aana Watson.” My interviewee called me by my fake name, which I stated in my resume to conceal my true identity. I swallowed hard before forcing a smile. “Yes…” “Why do you want to work at this restaurant?” He asked and stared into my eyes. Uncertainty gripped my chest as I struggled to maintain eye contact. If he discovered the truth, what would I do? Scott had shut down every path that could help me and my family. He wanted us to see him dying miserably. I had known he would come to avenge his brother, but I never expected that he would become this heartless. The entire city of Boston was under him. Everyone knew who he was, and they all wanted to get a glimpse of him. Every restaurant, bar, and shop had been ordered not to hire me. Two days ago, my sister lost her bartending job, so I wasn’t sure if this cruelty is also happening to her. Scott Martinez wanted us to beg for mercy on his feet, which is something I would never, ever do. “Miss Watson…” my employer-to

PresentAs his eyes were fixed on me, Scott commanded his crew, “Stop shooting and get out!” I squirmed when he growled at me. “What are you willing to do, Miss Davidson?”"Baby..." Maura said and he turned his head to look at her. “Do you want me to leave?”“No, stay.” I straightened up when Scott moved away from me and got dressed. “What are you willing to do, Miss Davidson?” he shouted and I jolted. With a raspy voice, I replied, "I’m willing to do anything, Mr. Martinez?”“What do you want her to do, Maura?” he asked his fiancee as his tone softened. She gazed at me with a dark look in her eyes as she walked over to Scott. "I'll teach that ugly rat a good lesson. She made us suffer. She took advantage of us, and we'll return the favor."“You are free to do whatever you like with her, but don't let her come near me because she makes me feel sick.”"She will work for me," Maura announced, and I became tense when a sneer spread across her lips. When they finalized the deal, I whi

PresentCamille “Hold it…” Maura threw a heavy bag of makeup at me and smirked when I couldn’t catch it. After a moment, she turned around and resumed walking. Everywhere we went, the paparazzi followed us. Not that she was a famous actor, but because she was Scott Martinez’s fiancee. Everyone was hugely obsessed with him. The paparazzi would stop at nothing to catch one glimpse of him. I pressed her makeup bag against my chest and followed her quietly. She was working on her next project as she was playing the role of Princess Aurora in her upcoming movie. Maura flew open the door of her car and slipped inside. She wore black glasses while her other hand stayed on the steering wheel. I climbed into the passenger seat and she started to drive. Without thinking through she rushed through the crowd of people, making them scream and jump. She laughed when a middle-aged paparazzi fell on the road with his camera. “Isn’t it funny?” She said while chewing bubble gum. “How does it feel to

PresentCamille “Get the fucking doctor,” Scott yelled impatiently as he carried the fainted Maura in his arms and raced toward the van. As soon as he approached the front door, I offered him a hand, but he refused and got inside before he put Maura on the couch. The redness of her face caused me to frown. She looked like she was burning up. The urge to check her temperature made my hands tingle, but I knew I would look ridiculous. The worried Scott shook his head and ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration. “What happened to her?” I asked quietly, but he completely ignored me and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it. “Is she pregnant?” Kat screamed across the van, and Scott snapped his eyes on him in disbelief. “I guess she’s pregnant.”“Good news.” I plastered a smile on my face as Scott narrowed his eyes at me. Kat approached me, and I felt a sense of relief. Being alone with Scott and Maura made me feel uncomfortable and unwanted. “How did she faint?” I a