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
Past Camille "Maura needs only to ask him. He can do anything for her." My jaw flexed at the words Rika said. Seeing Scott and Maura happy made me jealous. I fixed my eyes on those two lovey-dovey people who were having lunch together in a cheap restaurant as we sat in the car together. Angry, I chewed inside my cheeks and whispered, "I want them to break up. He's mine.""He doesn't even know that," Rika laughed, and I cocked my head in her direction. "He's not yours, Camille." "Rika, what should I do to make him mine?" A shrug accompanied her response. "I don't know." She pulled lipstick from her purse and applied it to her lips. "I'd like to date you." She winked with a smile, and I rolled my eyes."It's not funny.""I think we'd make a great couple, right Cam?""You're my bestie, nothing more.""The entire school thinks you are gay.""Because of Maura." She had spread the rumor that I was gay. I glanced at the restaurant. "I'm not bothered by what she says; the only thing that
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
Past Scott“Shit! It’s fucking hurting me, Maura.” I growled when she accidentally rubbed my wound. “I’m sorry, babe.” She stroked my back tenderly and carefully. “That ugly rat beat you badly.” I breathed deeply, clenching my jaw and trying to distract my attention from Camille. “She’s got no heart at all. You should have seen her face when she was whacking you with a belt. It would have made you cry to see how joyful she was. I want to kill her with my own hands!” I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply when Maura put ointment on my wounds. “You know yesterday, she was bullying Samuel.”“What?” My head spun toward her. “She was bullying Samuel.”“Shit.” Maura looked away from me, biting her lip. “Samuel wouldn’t want you to know that.”“What exactly was she doing to him?” I demanded, clenching my hands into fists as rage was consuming me.“She made fun of his crooked nose and the way he walks.” She lowered her gaze. “Samuel was hurt, but he smiled and let her do what she liked since
PresentCamille"Get out of here!" When Scott's voice thundered into the room, I froze. He stepped into the room, narrowing his eyes on Kat and Archie, who stood by my side. "Get the fuck out.""What are you gonna do with her now?" Archie demanded through his clenched teeth. Scott's eyes narrowed in slit as he stared at him. "This is none of your fucking business!" He spoke sharply with a menacing look. "You must stop torturing her, Scott. This is not you.""Do I ask for your suggestion, Garcia?" He snarled. "You..." "I said stay fuck out of here!" Scott barked and made all of us flinch. Archie clenched his fists, glaring at Scott with the same resentment, but he said nothing and left. Kat left me too, which shook me to the core. As Scott's terrifying gaze stayed fixed on me, I gripped the blanket in my hands. "Unfortunately, you're still alive," he sneered, and I blinked at hostility. "Is it possible for me to let you die, Camille Davidson?"...Let me die before I bleed your he
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
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