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“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
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
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
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
"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 “I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t lend you money at this moment.” I nipped my nails in frustration when the banker said this over the phone. Despite my best efforts, I just couldn’t get a loan to save my house. Now, I don’t understand what to do. I hesitated as I asked, “Can you try once again?” “I’m afraid I can not,” he replied with a sigh and paused for a moment. “Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Davidson?”I rolled my eyes while gripping my cell phone in my hand. “No, thank you, Mr. David.” I hung up as fear twisted my gut. My life was in the middle of nowhere. Despite my wish to kill myself, I was unable to do so because of my three younger siblings.“Camille…” suddenly, my father’s pale voice tumbled in my ears. I jerked my head towards his voice and nearly screamed out when I found his weakened body on the ground; he was grasping a glass and blood was dripping from the side of his mouth. I knew his time would come, but I never imagined that this would happen s
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
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