His Lethal Love

Present.

Camille POV.

Maura kept blabbering but Scott seemed disinterested. He drove quietly. A couple of times I caught him staring at me. I wondered what he was thinking while looking at me. Muara was the goddess of sexiness as she sat gracefully and talked elegantly. And there I sat clumsily, my fingers fidgeting in nervousness. I realized Scott made my heart skip a beat with his hawk-like eyes. I wanted him to say something that would hurt me. His silence was suffocating me. I noticed he was gripping the steering wheel as if he was about to snap it.

He is mad at me.

But why?

He has no right to be upset with my relationship.

It's not like I'm his girlfriend.

He is getting married, Camille. Why do you keep thinking about that bastard? I scolded myself and focused my eyes out of the window.

"Have you checked out my new lingerie?" Maura asked with excitement.

"Yeah, it's cool," Scott said blankly.

"I'll launch it this autumn."

"You can also wear it on our wedding night," Scott suggested and glanced at me. "I bet you will look hell sexy in that piece."

"I have a surprise for our wedding night," Maura mumbled with a smile. Her voice was not as usual, but it was filled with excitement and affection.

"I'm excited." Scott pulled the car into the parking lot and killed the engine.

I got out and peered at a tall white building that was specifically designed for wedding gowns. Seeing Maura choosing her wedding gown only made me more depressed. She was about to marry a person whom I always yearned for. I had always dreamed of marrying Scott, but it was slowly shattering in front of my eyes. It had shattered eight years ago, but there was still tiny hope. That day it was going to vanish from my heart.

I glanced at Scott from the corner of my eyes and quickly averted my eyes when I found his gaze on me.

"Oh my gosh, Scott Martinez, look over there..!" I rolled my eyes when the paparazzi started snapping pictures.

"Is she Conan Arthur's girlfriend?" Someone shouted from the crowd, which made Scott's jaw twitch as his eyes searched for that person.

Was he planning to kill him?

I would be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy his reaction. It appeared like Conan's name made his blood boil. I held back my smile and followed them into the building. The door slide opened, letting us enter the lavish building. Everything was furnished in white. White marble flooring, white curtain, silver elevator door, and white furniture. The environment was light and peaceful.

A woman in a white uniform approached us with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Garcia and Mrs. Martinez." She glanced at me. "And Miss..." "Davidson," I said with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you," she said with an apologetic smile.

"No, you don't need to recognize her..." Maura glanced at me with a smirk. "Because she is our servant."

I swallowed forcefully and kept smiling.

"Please follow me." She led us. We walked down the narrow hallway and entered a huge room where many wedding gowns were hanging.

"Hello, Miss Garcia and Mr. Martinez. I'm Brea." A red-headed woman approached us. "Nice to have you here. We're glad you chose us for your service." "Always." Maura smiled.

"Please, be seated. Our designers are working on your gowns." She nodded to a white curved sofa. We walked up to it and plopped down. I took a place next to Maura and Scott was next to her. After a moment, she disappeared, leaving us alone. I felt strange next to them. I didn't know why the hell Maura brought me there. What exactly does she want to show me?

Scott kept glancing at his watch and checking his phone. "I have a meeting with the producer at noon." He informed Maura. "If you can be quick in selecting your wedding gown."

"I also have shootings, but I canceled all my plans for us. Can't you leave all your meetings for me?" Maura pouted, sliding closer to him. I tensed when she moved her hand inside his suit. "We're about to get married, Scott," she whispered while kissing his jaw.

I felt annoyed by her act. I wanted to hit her and told her to stop this rubbish in a public place. My jaw flexed when she sat on his lap and kissed him next. Scott didn't stop her.

"Excuse me." I rose to my feet and rushed into the restroom. "Idiots!" I hissed. "How could he do this? He told me he didn't give a damn about Maura, and now he is eating her mouth in front of my eyes." I breathed shakily, trying to calm myself down.

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After a few minutes, I walked out and sighed in relief when I found Brea. She was back with designers. Three assistants were standing behind her.

Suddenly, my eyes caught a stunning white gown. It had a strapless neckline and was adorned with lace and embroidery. It was the same gown my mother wore on her wedding day. She had shown me pictures of her wedding and she looked so gorgeous in that dress. I touched the soft fabric and smiled. She once told me to wear her wedding gown on my wedding day, but before I had a chance to wear it. It had been traded by my bastard father. He auctioned her gown for ten thousand dollars.

I know it is her gown.

"Ma'am, please keep your hands off," a voice pulled me back to the present as I looked at Brea. She was scowling at me because I touched her gown. My mother's gown.

"I'm sorry." I did not realize it when I approached that dress and caressed it. I was not humiliated by her words but felt hurt. My father put me in a situation where I had no right to hold my mother's clothes. I wanted to cry right there because I was missing her so badly. If she was there, no one dared to insult me like that. Holding back my tears, I stepped back and busied myself scrolling my phone.

There were seven text messages and four missed calls from Conan. I glanced at Scott, who was staring at Maura while she was trying gowns one by one. Almost every gown looked good on her as she had a perfect figure and even a perfect face.

I noticed myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I was nothing in comparison to her. I had small eyes, small lips, small breasts, and a small ass. I was as tall as her, but not curvy. I did not know how Conan found me attractive. Removing glasses, I cleaned them and put them on. I even looked terrible with those rounded glasses.

"Camille..." Maura's piercing voice cut my thoughts as I looked at her. She was wearing a mermaid gown with sequins and silver embroidery. It was accentuating her breasts and ass, making her look sexier. "Can you hold my gown's trail for a while so that I can see how to walk in this dress?"

I glanced at the assistants who were holding their smiles. That was another insult. Why didn't she ask one of them instead? When I looked for Scott, he was not there. I surveyed my eyes everywhere, but he was nowhere in sight. Does he already leave?

"Come on," Maura chided impatiently.

"Yeah." I rushed to her and held the corner of the trail.

She smirked, descending a couple of stairs in her extraordinary white heels. I followed her as she walked back and forth. Her eyes didn't leave her moving appearance in the mirror.

To be honest, she looked like that cold-hearted witch. I rolled my eyes when she paused, scanning herself from head to toe.

"Where is Scott?" I asked her.

"He got an important call, so he left. But not before choosing this gown. It's his choice."

"Nice choice." I smiled.

"Thanks," she said roughly before walking up to Brea. I straightened myself and sighed. "This is final," Maura said. "Get it ready by 10."

"Yeah sure, ma'am." Brea smiled widely, her excitement undeniable.

After a few minutes, Maura changed and grabbed her purse. Suddenly, her phone rang out. Taking the phone from her purse, she quickly received the call. "Excuse me." And she disappeared into the hallway.

Brea turned to her assistants and nodded to them to follow her. Now, I'm alone. I looked at my mother's gown with craving eyes. Looking around to check no one was there, I approached it. Smiling, I caressed the soft fabric with my hand. Suddenly, an urge ignited me. I wanted to wear it. Snatching it off the hanger, I vanished into the changing room.

Taking off everything, I put it on. I tried to zip it up but couldn't as my hand was unable to reach there.

"Fuck!!" I hissed in frustration when I failed again.

Suddenly, the door flung open and a big shadow hovered over me. My eyes went round when I found Scott in the doorway. His eyes mirrored mine as pure surprise crossed his hard features. Slowly, his eyes ran down the entire length of my body, making me feel self-conscious. I stopped breathing when his eyes moved back to my face as he was staring at me intently.

"I...I..." Heat crept into my cheeks due to embarrassment.

Without speaking, he stepped inside and slammed the door behind him, making me startle. His surprised look was gone and turned to harden. His jaw twitched when his eyes fell on my breast. I quickly put my arms in front, getting even redder.

"I just wanted to..." Before I could speak, he spun me around, causing me to gasp in anticipation. I looked at him in the mirror. Our eyes locked.

My skin prickled when his hand ran down my bare neck. "Scott!" I gasped when he zipped up my gown, making my breath hitch. The corset clutched my breasts, making them look bigger. I was shocked to see how sexy I was looking in that dress as it hugged my body in perfection.

I was breathless when Scott placed his hands on my shoulder. His palm was cold and calloused.

"Do you know what I am thinking?" His voice came out hoarse as he tore his eyes away from my cleavage and met my gaze.

It took me a long time to reply, "No."

He lowered himself and grabbed the hem of the gown before raising it to my thigh. "How would it feel if you were in Maura's place on our wedding night and the same dress?"