Present CamilleIt had been two days since I saw Scott. He was hurt that night. There were only a few weeks left for his and Maura’s wedding, and their news was all over the media. Everyone was waiting for their lavish wedding ceremony. I didn’t want Scott to get married to Maura, but it was his choice. I didn’t understand why he wanted to be with her when he didn’t love her. He was forced to be in that relationship. Maura appeared to be happy, but Scott… I sighed and shook away his thoughts. “You haven’t touched your coffee,” Conan said and pushed the coffee mug toward me. “What are you thinking?” “Nothing.” I sighed and grabbed a mug before bringing it to my mouth and taking a long sip. “You can talk to me, Cami.” He scanned my face as if he was reading my mind. “I don’t want you to hide anything from me. We’re friends, right?” I kept quiet, and my eyes fell on my mug because I was not comfortable sharing everything with him. “Cami?” “I was thinking about Scott.” I raised my ey
Present Camille“Scott!” I gasped to see him in the room as he stood like a statue, gazing at me down. “How did you…” I glanced past him at the window, which was opened. He must have sneaked through the window. “Shocked?” he scoffed, stepping toward me. “Why are you avoiding me, Cam?” I cringed when he came closer to me. “Answer me?” “You have been busy these days and I…” I bit into my lower lip, searching for the right words. “This is not what I am asking,” he said coldly. “Why are you avoiding me?” “Scott…” I glanced at the door. “Conan will hear us. You must go now.” “I came here for a talk,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’m here for you.” “I don’t want to talk. Now leave!” I hissed and sprang to my feet, glaring into his eyes. “Get the hell away from here before Conan sees us together.” “So what?” He growled, coming even closer to me and making me step back. “So what if he sees us, Cam?” “I don’t want him to find you here.” I tried to stop my rapid heartbeat when he hove
CamilleTaking a long inhale I walked into the hospital where the press was already covering the entire hospital. Pushing through the people I was able to approach Archie and Kat who were standing in the hallway. They had sad faces. “Is he okay?” I gasped for air. They shot their eyes at me in surprise, gazing at me from head to toe as if they had seen my ghost. “How is he?” I asked in annoyance. “You were on a trip, right?” Kat exclaimed. “How come you are here?” “I just heard the news of Scott’s accident on the radio and we headed straight there.” “Where is Conan?” Archie glanced past me. “He doesn’t want to come with me because of the press and photographers. You know it will be a big scandal if they spot me with him.”“You two are a big scandal,” Archie laughed. “I was talking about Scott,” I gritted my teeth out. “He has broken his arm and leg and got his head hit on a tree trunk.” Kat sighed. “It seems like their marriage has to be postponed for some time as the groom is
Present CamilleScott was recovering quickly, and he was using crutches to walk. Since Maura flew to Paris for fashion week I was taking care of him. She hated me near her fiance, but she knew she could not do anything about it because she knew I took care of him better than anyone else. Scott and I were becoming closer to each other. Scott liked me taking care of him. I could tell through his always smiling face. “So what’s in dinner today?” Scott asked while entering the kitchen. His crutches were making a strange sound as he walked over to me. “I could smell something delicious.”“Cobb salad and pot roast,” I said, chopping onions and carrots. “Mmm…” He licked his lower lip, coming even closer to me. My heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on my waist. His sweet and spicy smell flooded my nostrils, making it harder for me to concentrate on dinner. “It looks luscious.” He grabbed my finger and licked mayonnaise sauce from my index finger. “Scott!” I scolded him and snatc
Present Scott“Fuck!” I roared, throwing my crutches across the room before collapsing onto the sofa. My pulse was pulsating due to hot anger. Camille Davidson pissed me off. She had me wrapped around her little finger. It never occurred to me I would be fighting for that woman. It was she who destroyed my world eight years ago. It would be impossible for my heart to understand that. It would chase her until my last breath. I hated her. But I loved her more. My love for her scared me to death. A sigh of exhaustion escaped my lips as I ran my finger through my hair. I couldn’t erase Camille’s images with Conan. That day, she looked so cozy. Their matching black dresses and midnight dates on the beach. It made me resent Conan for making her so happy. Basically, he was offering her everything I hadn’t given her before. I even noticed the way Conan was staring at Camille when we were having dinner. She smiled at his dirty and stupid jokes. There was no ethics in that man’s behavior.
Present CamilleThe moment I opened my eyes, I saw Scott sleeping next to me. He rested one arm on my waist while the other rested under his head. He must have managed to sleep in that position somehow. He smelt so good that I could not resist curling up next to him and smelling him. Is it possible for him to smell sweet and strong at the same time? After removing his hand from my waist, I placed it back on his abdomen. I was about to leave when he opened his eyes suddenly. It caught me off guard. “Are you heading somewhere?” he asked firmly, looking straight at me. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, glancing at his naked chest with a hint of hesitation. What is the point of him always sleeping half-naked? “All right, go,” he said as if he had given me permission to proceed. I frowned, glaring at him hard. “Have I asked for your permission?” “No.” “What do you mean by that? Anyway, I can be anywhere, it’s none of your damn business.” “You can’t leave without my permissio
Present CamilleMy heart was still thudding, and my body was still shaking because of Scott’s sudden outburst. Stop him! My insides screamed out. I needed to stop him as I got to my feet and rushed to the door, but then a firm hand gripped me and prevented me from moving. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Scott, who was holding my hand and gazing into my eyes. "Why are you running?" he asked quietly while wiping my tears away with the pad of his thumb. "I… thought… you…" "I left?" He interrupted when I could not speak properly. "It was Archie who left. I gave him my luggage and briefcase. He will take them to my penthouse." "Then when will you…" "I won't be leaving until you tell me to leave, Cam." He cupped my face, and his eyes softened. "I can see it in your eyes. I can read it in your face. You don't want me to leave, do you?" "You know what? You are like a drug to me. I want you, although you are unhealthy for me," I whispered. "Am I unhealthy?" he chuckled as if he f
PresentCamilleScott and I were on good terms. He and I got closer without me even realizing it. It had been one month since we had lived together. Sleeping in a single bed, showering together, and eating together were common activities for us. The more time I spent with him, the more I fell in love with him. The next Sunday, Maura would be back from Paris after her shooting. Scott was sleeping soundlessly as I sat next to him. While his lips slightly parted, his naked chest rose and fell slowly. I stroked his chiseled jaw with my finger. Despite knowing I shouldn’t have let him this close, I couldn’t help but fall in love with his charm again. It was impossible for me to refuse him when he was so sweet and gentlemanly. I refused to go on a date with Conan after he called me a week ago. Suddenly, Scott grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, causing me to gasp in surprise. “Have you woken up?” he whispered, looking at me. “Yes, I haven’t been able to sleep,” I mumbled, pulling my hand
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