Past Camille After parking my bike in the school parking lot, I climbed off. Rika placed her hand on my shoulder and asked, “Are you alright?” “Yeah.” I forced a smile and walked towards the school entrance. “You look down…” she said, stepping next to me. As she kept staring at me curiously, I restrained myself from looking into her eyes. “I’m okay,” I told her. “Cam...” she grasped my hand to prevent me from walking farther, then turned me around to face her. “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing.” A sharp breath escaped my lips, forcing me to look away and hold back the tears. In shock, she whispered, “Are you crying?” When I didn’t look at her, she cupped my face and made me look into her hazel eyes. “Oh my gosh, you are fucking crying!” She exclaimed as a small tear poured out of my right eye and onto her hand. I shook myself away from her, pretending to rub my eyes. “I don’t know. I think I have something in my eye,” I said. Putting her hands on her hips, she demanded, “Whe
Present Scott“Let mu...” she tried to speak, but I shoved her against the wall, kissing her violently. When her delicate breasts rubbed against my firm chest as I pushed her further into the bathroom, my cock twitched. I bit her lower lip when she tried to kiss me back. I felt my heart quicken when Maura suddenly called out, “Scott!” Shit! Shit! Shit! A loud bang sounded, and the door flew open. She stormed into the room, glaring at us. “What the fuck is happening here?” She raged. I didn’t even try to conceal the fact that I just kissed someone who wasn’t my fiancée. I glanced at Camille, who was already staring at me, gasping for breath. As I looked at her lips, I could see they were wet and red from kisses and the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. My gaze turned back to her. Our eyes locked for a long time before I acknowledged the presence of my fiancée. “I had to give her medicine,” I said, running a hand through my messy hair. “We need her to live.” “Scott…”
PastCamille "What!" I exclaimed. She looked nervous as she mumbled, "Yes, she's tried to commit suicide. Now she's in the hospital.""Oh, my God!" "What will happen if the school authorities find out our truth?" Rika's face wrinkled in worry. "I don't want to get into trouble." She grabbed my hand. "You know my father. If he comes to know about it, he will get angry and never allow me to pursue my studies.""I'll tell my mother about it. Don't worry. Perhaps she can help us get rid of this trouble." I sighed heavily. "And I won't allow you to get into this matter. I hate to see you in trouble, either.""But you can't blame yourself for everything, Cam, can you? I contributed significantly to the trouble we are in. It would have been better to listen to you and never have cut her straps because you know bitch tried to commit suicide. If it weren't for us, I would want her to die.""Stop it, Rika..."' I glared at her hard, cutting her off. "You can't be that selfish, can you?" "Yes
PresentCamille For the filming of his movie, Scott traveled to Norway. It had been a week since we last saw each other. Maura returned that day as she had gone with him to spend some quality time. In the newspaper, I read about them everywhere. A picture of them kissing on the beach at sunset was all over social media. A rumor was also circulating that they would soon wed. This all made me distressed. Despite knowing that Scott would never love me still I had tiny hope in my heart that one day he would consider me something. What he was giving Maura I just wanted a small part of it. I wanted to make a little space in his heart. I brushed his thought away before parking the car in front of Maura’s house. On my way to the supermarket, I bought some groceries that Maura’s private chef had asked me for. Archie was busy with the new movie as he was a producer of a big production house, and Kate went to the airport to pick up Maura. With a sigh, I grabbed the grocery bag from the backsea
PastCamille Samuel led me into his room, which was filled with thick and muddy books. The room was neat, clean, and well-kept. “How’s my room?” He asked me with a grin. “This feels like home.” I smiled as I reached for the book on his bookshelf. “What sort of book is this?” I flipped through the pages. “It looks boring.” “This is a science fiction novel by H. G. Wells.” “Hmm...” I sighed and put the book back on the shelf. “I hate science.” He grinned, coming closer to me. “Do you want me to tell you a summary of this novel?” “Hell, no.” I groaned and got away from him. Approaching the window, I looked straight at my room’s window. “So you watch me every night?” “I am helpless.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me startled. “I love you, Cami.” I froze in shock at his statement. “I love you more than my life. You know I’ve been in love with you for ten years.” After a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes briefly before turning around to face him. “Sam, I’m sorry…” suddenly my
PresentCamille “Maura, please…” Before I could finish the sentence, Michael ripped my t-shirt off my body, causing me to freeze in shock. Defeated, I squeezed my eyes, falling to my knees and begging for help. “Come here, bitch!” Michael grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet. Grinding my teeth, I snatched the wine bottle off the table and slammed it right into his head, causing him to bleed. A moment later, he reached out to touch his head and looked at his hand with horror. The next second, his eyes rolled back in his head before his body landed on the ground. I heard people suck into breath behind me as I was still holding a broken wine bottle and blood was trickling from it. Michael lay flat on the floor. I stared at his body as he remained motionless. His blood spread slowly across the white, pristine floor. “Is he dead?” the redhead asked, her voice filled with fear. “What have you done?” Maura exclaimed as she stepped next to me. “Shit!” she softly kicked Michae
PresentCamille My hair was straightened out with a blunt cut and long curtain bangs, and it had been dyed caramel. Since Rika liked my short, dark hair, I had never bothered to change its color. She said my black hair made my gray eyes stand out. It gave them a sharper look. “You look lovely in this haircut,” Charles, my hairstylist, said with a glowing smile. “Do you like it?” “It looks great,” I replied, turning around to see my hair in the mirror. “It changed my face a bit.” “Now, let me give you the final touch before you move on to your dress. Sia will be here with your dress anytime.” He made me sit on a styling chair before beginning to work on my face. It was so painful that I was in a lot of pain after being waxed. As I looked in the mirror, my beauty struck me for the very first time. My last visit to the salon was years ago. “Ouch!” I winced when Charles removed my facial hair with a strip. “What the heck is it?” “I will remove your unwanted hair from your face so th
Past ScottThe rumor spread through the entire school that my nerd brother, Samuel Martinez, was sleeping with Camille Davidson. When I saw Samuel and Camille kissing in the parking lot, my doubt was cleared. Arms around arms, their lips sucking one another. This sight angered me without knowing why. I didn’t want my brother to get hurt or end up with something I couldn’t bear. I once dreamed of holding Camille in my arms. I always dreamt of being close to her. I liked to listen to her voice. I liked her eyes. When she was angry, I liked it. What I disliked about her was her cruelty. She did what she liked. Her actions were always hurtful. After being injured, Maura was slowly recovering and would resume classes soon. I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t missing her. I missed her, but more than that, I missed Camille Davidson. There was an enormous change in her. Recently, she began behaving unexpectedly, becoming silent and cold. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I found a differ
CamilleI closed my eyes when Colette entered my office. I plastered a smile though my insides were shaking. What if Scott recognizes his daughter? A shiver passed down my spine when I glanced at Scott. He was staring at me with a calm and composed expression as if he knew everything about me. Didn't he feel shocked to see Colette? Why was he so silent and controlled? Why didn't he show some emotion? That Scott looked even more dangerous to me. "Who is she?" The director asked with a smile. "She is my daughter," I replied. My voice was surprisingly stiff. "Jesus Christ, do you have a daughter?" The old man blurted out in shock. "Yeah…" I got up from my seat, sauntered to Colette, and kneeled to reach her small height, whispering, "What are you doing here, honey? Didn't your dad tell you mum was busy?" "I just want to meet him." She grinned while pointing to Scott and my chest tightened with terror. "You should not have been here, Col," I gritted my teeth out, which made her eyes
he managed to get our producer to agree with him.” “Shit! That’s bad news, I'm not prepared yet.” “You should always be prepared for the worst, Cami,” Conan said firmly. “I know…” I slumped against the seat lazily. “But still…” “You have an hour to prepare yourself.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” “Conan, stay with me.” “I’ll be there in a few minutes, girl. I have got something to deal with first.” After an hour,"He's here, Cami," Conan whispered in my ear, making my heart throb uncomfortably. I felt my hands were clammy and my breathing was uneven due to nervousness. Four years had passed since I last saw him. There was a time when he was the man of my dreams, and there had been a time when he had become my nightmare. I hated him with every fiber of my being. Four years ago, he humiliated me in front of the entire world by throwing me out of his life. He treated me like dirt in his shoes. He wounded my heart and hurt my soul. I would never fo
ScottI was looking at the ceiling and thinking about the little girl I met in the morning. She was the most divine creature I had ever met before. I wanted to see her again so I decided to visit that park again. I was regretting not following her. I should have been to her home and met her mother. I was curious about her mother but I didn’t know why. I had never thought I would be attached to a child. I had always wanted to have babies since the day I met Camille. I accidentally heard her say she liked toddlers. I was disappointed when I found out she was pregnant with my brother’s child, and when she decided to abort her unborn baby, I got angry with her. But when I had decided our future before my brother ended everything. The door of my private elevator slid open and footsteps echoed in the living room. I wondered who had come into my penthouse at that time. I got out of bed and snatched my t-shirt before pulling it over my head. Stepping out, I found Rika standing with an amused
Scott“Scott!” “Scott!”“Scott!”I heard someone call my name loudly. I turned around and pressed a pillow against my ears, groaning. "Stay the hell away!” “Wake up, bastard!” I felt her violently shake my shoulder. “Did you have sex last night?” My eyes popped out in shock as she spoke out. My attention was drawn to Rika, who looked over me with an expression of annoyance. “You have sex here last night.”“Are you crazy?” I exclaimed, sat down, and scanned myself, but then I froze. The only thing I had on was my briefs. “What the fuck is that?” “Exactly, what the fuck is that, asshole? Your sex pictures have been viral across the country.”“What are you talking about?” I asked with my clenched teeth. “I was having a drink and then…” I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Then what...?” She crossed her arms over her chest and gazed at me like she believed I had sex last night. “You brought a chick here and fucked her the entire night.”“Shut up, Rika. And don’t talk abo
Camille I watched him on the monitor. “Scott Martinez…” I whispered to myself, leaning against my chair and smirking. “You’re trapped, darling and you haven’t realized it yet.” My heart skipped a beat when Scott grasped Rika’s arm firmly and ripped her away from the waitress she had been sticking with. I hated to see her get hurt. She woke up from a coma four years ago and I found it from my sister Natalie. I had been longing to meet her for years. It took all my strength to stop myself from approaching her. I knew I wouldn't stop myself from pouring out all my feelings once I met her. I would end up telling her everything and put an end to my plans of revenge. I would never get my revenge if I got closer to Rika and my family. I zoomed in on the screen when I saw a girl clinging to Scott’s arm. She was unrecognizable to me. She didn’t look like Maura. I waited for her to pull herself back. Rika tried to tear her away from him but she didn’t budge from her place and stayed closer t
Scott “How am I looking?” Rika chirped while appearing out of nowhere. I frowned at her metallic bodycon dress which fitted her hourglass figure like a second skin. “Awful, change it immediately,” I spoke sharply and turned around to see myself in a mirror and buttoned up my handcuffs. “How dare you?” Her nostril flared in fury. “Awful? How could you call me that, jakas.” I turned around to stare into her eyes. "We're not going to a nightclub, so wear something sensible. I don't usually judge women by their dressing sense or fashion style but this needs to be changed, Rika. You're playing the role of my secretary. If the media spots us together and with you, in this attire, they will certainly make a fuss about it. I am not craving attention at this moment. My wife already has done a good job making my name infamous across the world." "Okay, fine. I'm changing it," she hissed and stormed out of my room. She punched the elevator button, the door dinged open before she stepped insi
Scott"Everything is ready, sir," Amos informed me. "Thanks, Amos." I smiled guiltily at him. "And sorry for the other day." "I don't mind your words, son," he replied with a fatherly smile. "I know what you have been through these last four years. At least you're feeling something after a long period." "But still you didn't deserve my harsh words, did you? I was being mean to you. You care about me so much more than I deserve, Amos. I like that I have someone who is taking care of me, but it also makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me feel weak and needy." "No, son, you are not weak. You are a tough nut to crack." He laughed and handed me the car keys. "Today is my wife's anniversary so I won't be able to come with you.""Come on, Amos, you don't have to. You can take as many days off as you need." "Thanks." He smiled one last time before leaving. I was getting ready for my business trip to the UK. I must visit Arthur Group's company before signing a contract. I did not believe
ScottI walked out of my office. My employees greeted me with warm smiles as I walked down the hallway and headed toward the conference hall. I had my international studio where I spent most of my time. As soon as I entered the conference hall my team stood up in respect. "Good morning, sir," the manager said with a polite smile. "Please be seated all of you." I nodded and took my seat. "So let's get started." Mr. Arthur said who was my most trustable partner so far. "I have an offer for you, Mr. Martinez. A film-producing company from the UK wants to work with us. What thrilled me was that this company is part of the Arthur group, and they are offering you the role of their male lead in their next movie. Would you like to work with them?" "Do they know how much I charge for a movie?" I asked while leaning against the chair and looking into his eyes. "They do, I guess." Arthur hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I think we should not let this opportunity pass, sir. I have
Camille“Col…” I screamed out in fear when she rushed toward the door. "Oh my God!" I slapped my hand against my chest, feeling my throbbing heartbeat under my palm. “How many times do I have to tell you not to rush, honey?" “Conan is here,” she mumbled, jumping to hold the door knob. “Please open the door, Mum.” As I approached her, I sighed and glared at her. My heart instantly melted when I saw my four year old’s smile. I never thought I would be blessed with such an adorable baby girl. I had endured a lot of hardship while she was in my womb. If Conan was not there for me I might have lost my second baby also. Our plane crashed while I was a few months pregnant. I had suffered from internal bleeding. It was Conan who saved my life by donating his blood. I still remembered the days when I was in bed, gazing at him with my blank expression. I thought I had lost my Colette and I would never see her again. However, Conan placed his warm hand on mine and gave me a smile and told me m