His Lethal Love

Past.

Camille POV.

As time passed, my morning sickness worsened. My tummy swallowed a bit as I had completed twelve weeks of my pregnancy. The roundness of my tummy surprised me when I raised my t-shirt. It wasn't just my stomach that grew, but also my breasts. My father and I still hadn't spoken about my pregnancy, but I planned on telling him shortly. Still, he could not stomach his wife's death as he was drowning in grief deeper and deeper. All of his work and meetings were now handled by me, as he was drunk most of the time.

"Cami...," Natalie huffed as she knocked on the bathroom door. "Is it you?"

"Yes." I pushed down my shirt and unlocked the door. "What happened?" I asked.

"Can you please help me with my project?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thank you." She chirped out before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.

I smiled with joy, feeling better. A few weeks ago, Natalie's rudeness vanished as she started behaving politely.

Opening my laptop, I studied her project before we began to work on it. Her topic was about a time when Hitler sought to expel Jews from their homeland. As I have read about this topic before, I found it heartbreaking. "I know you can do history well." Natalie grinned widely. "My project is going to get a high grade."

"Hmm..." I mumbled while typing on the laptop. Suddenly, nausea hit me hard as I jumped to my feet and dashed into the bathroom before throwing up violently.

"You look tired for a few weeks. Is everything alright, Cami?" Natalie frowned while examining me. Suddenly her eyes paused on my stomach, and a deep frown creased between her brows. "Are you gaining weight?"

I sighed heavily before wiping my mouth with a towel and headed out. The sooner I told my family, the better, so I said, "I'm pregnant."

Sitting down on the couch, I resumed my work, ignoring her wide eyes that were fixed on me. I hated this kind of reaction.

"Have you realized what our family has been through for the last few months? It was not enough that father degraded our family now you also..." she walked over to me. "Who's the father of your baby?" "Samuel Martinez,” I replied roughly, without breaking my eyes off the laptop screen.

"You've got to be kidding me," she laughed mockingly. "You got pregnant with that nerd's child? I thought you liked Scott."

I snapped my eyes at her, giving her a warning look to mind her own business. For a moment she stood straight, staring at me back, but then she sat next to me with a heavy sigh. "Well, it's your life. Why do I care, anyway? Are you keeping this baby?"

"Yep. I can't kill an innocent, can I?"

"How will you handle everything? I would love to see an adorable toddler roaming around our house, but difficulties will come. You need to take care of our father's business, and now you are about to become a teen mother." "I'm eighteen," I said firmly.

"But still, you're a student. You have not even graduated from school. Do you know how to change diapers and how to make milk? You'll have to stay awake the entire night to take care of an infant. Look, this is a lot of shit you may change your mind."

"I don't ask for your advice and yes, I'll manage on my own. Don't worry, I won't bother you," I said sarcastically.

Natalie opened her mouth to say something, but then my phone buzzed out with a text message. I stopped typing and checked the message. Panic hit my chest when I saw Samuel's number pop out on the screen.

'I'm posting our love-making videos, love. The first one will be sent to your pitiful father.'

I sprang to my feet and excused myself before stepping onto the balcony and texting him back. 'I want to tell you something very serious, Samuel. Meet me in the basement.'

I bit my lower lip in nervousness when he didn't text me back. I couldn't let these videos out, as they would negatively affect my father and our business.

'I'll meet you at my house.'

My heart slammed against my chest when he replied. I couldn't go to his house no matter what. I knew what he would demand once I got alone with him. He would torture and humiliate me again. Gripping the phone in my hand, I thought of some other way to get myself out of this mess.

Should I tell Scott?

He wants this baby. Maybe he would convince his brother not to do it but then Samuel's warning rang in my head.

'If you try to tell my brother, I will post all your naked videos on social media.'

"Shit!" I hissed out, annoyed by myself. I was a fool that I jumped into his bed in the first place. If Scott had not hurt me, I would have never committed this mistake. Now my life and my mind were out of order. This had to be cleared, but I didn't know how? I couldn't take Scott's help, either.

"What takes you so long, Cami?" Natalie shouted from the room.

"Coming!" I yelled back before entering the room with a cool expression. "I got a text from Rika. She wants to meet me urgently. We'll continue this project tomorrow."

"Ugh!" Natalie cried out in irritation. "Well, fine. Please try to come as soon as possible."

"I'll try." I nodded and walked out of her room. Rushing into my room, I grabbed my jacket, purse, and a small knife.

"Where are you going?" I paused when Scott's voice spoke from behind. How could I forget he was washing the cars at this time in the garage?

I turned around with a plastered smile on my face. "Well, you're not my daddy to question me around."

His blue eyes flickered as he strode towards me. His hair was damp and his t-shirt was sticking against his body, making every line of his abs clear. He was looking so tempting that I felt a tingly feeling in my tummy. "You're pregnant. You can't be anywhere in this condition."

"You sound like my boyfriend."

"Well, if not your boyfriend, I can be your friend." My heart stopped beating when he pushed my hair off my face and leaned forward. "Can't we, Cam?"

Stepping back, I brushed his touch away from my face. "Umm... I'm getting late." I spun around and quickly disappeared from his sight.

Swallowing hard, I stepped into Samuel's room. "Welcome, baby." His voice made my heart jump in fear. I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder. He was just in his jeans and his upper body was naked. "You don't know how much I missed you." He walked up to me and caressed my face with his hand. "You're mine."

When he reached for my face, I stepped off him and slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

"Well, I can't stop touching you." He laughed darkly as he licked the hand he used to touch my face. "Damn, you're so sweet."

"Samuel..." My voice trembled when he placed his fingers around my neck and pressed his lips against mine. "Sam..." I screamed before smacking his face.

He stumbled upon his feet but didn't fall. "Will you be able to escape me so easily?" He snarled before lunging at me, grabbing my shoulders, and pushing me against the wall. "Today I'm gonna show the dark side of me."

He ripped off my top before he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it roughly. I struggled, but he was stronger than me. "Samuel..." I pulled a hidden knife from my breast pocket and cut off his right arm, causing him to squirm in pain. "Fuck you, bitch!" He groaned and clutched his wounded arm, glaring at me. "Put it down if you don't want me to harm you."

"Harm you?" I laughed bitterly. "Are you fucking crazy? You've been raping me for months and you don't want to harm me." "Correct rape, baby, because I'm making you love."

"It's love, bastard. You force me to have sex with you. If you don't stop, I'll call the police right away." I pulled out my phone and was about to call them but...

"You won't do anything!" Samuel growled before hitting my face. My face threw over to the opposite side as the warm liquid oozed from my mouth. "You love him, right? But he doesn't love you. He won't love you, Camille. He'll never love you."

"You will never be able to replace him in my heart!" I shouted, which caused him to hit me again.

"If you want me to kill Scott, then I'll do it." I felt fear in my chest when I saw the fierce determination in his eyes. It was no joke.

"No!" I exclaimed. "You can't..."

"Oh, I can if it's about your heart." he sneered.

"He's your brother."

"I don't care, Camille Davidson. I want to own your everything, even if that means killing my brother."