Present CamilleI inhaled deeply as my heart was throbbing harder. I was gripping Conan’s hand to ease my tension but it didn't work. “I never thought that he would invite me to his wedding,” I said. My voice was filled with despair and pain. To be honest, I was not happy with Scott's marriage. That day Maura and Scott were getting married. The ceremony was taking place in a very private place. The whole country was excited about their wedding ceremony. The paparazzi and cameramen roamed around the town with their heavy cameras. There was also press everywhere. “Well, he is getting married.” Conan sighed, squeezing my hand. “I know how you are feeling right now, Cami.” "Well, I am relieved to be free of Maura's slavery. Scott has ended our contract and he told me he would bear all of my brother’s medical costs without having me work for him. Now, I can do whatever I like.” “Why don’t you marry me instead?” Conan asked and I snapped my eyes at him. “I told you, you deserve bette
Present ScottA feeling of agitation filled my entire body. I couldn't sit still as I walked from one end of the hospital hallway to the other. Maura was fighting for her life in the emergency room. The only thing I was praying for was that she would survive. I made a mistake by inviting Camille to our wedding ceremony. It would never have happened if I hadn't invited her. When I entered, everyone watched me and snapped their heads at me. When they saw me, curiosity killed their eyes. They did not seem too pleased to see me there. No one attempted to get an autograph or take pictures of me. There was just a strange look on everyone's face as they looked at me. The news that had recently been broadcast in the waiting room made my hair stand on end. My eyes were fixed on the screen and I leaned back in a chair. I saw myself dragging Camille from the lounge and throwing her onto the street like trash. She fell to her knees and broke into a silent cry. The sight of her like that brok
FOUR YEAR LATER Scott Martinez"Cam, it's been four years." I pursed my lips, trying to find the right words to say. "Four fucking years. I’m an asshole, aren’t I? I’m a bastard, fucker, dickhead that I treat you badly. You didn’t deserve that…” My lips trembled as I was speaking. Every word stabbing my heart like a fucking knife. I know that saying sorry will never make things better, but I still regret every moment of my life. Living without you is worse than I have ever thought before, Cam.” A small tear broke from my right eye as my jaw clenched harder. “I wish I could end my life. Why the fuck did I ask you to leave me forever? I should not have…" I gazed at the white roses I had put on her grave. They were spattering across pristine white marble, adorning her grave. "How wrong I was about you and I never gave you a chance to correct me…because I was fucking stupid." I looked up at dark clouds hanging in the sky. There was a feeling that it was going to rain, but I couldn't car
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
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
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
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
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
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