His Lethal Love

Past.

Camille POV.

"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 matters to me is that Scott thinks I'm gay." "Why don't you just tell him you love him?"

Biting my nails, I stared at them. "I'm afraid I'll be rejected. It has never happened to me before that I have fallen in love, with Rika. I am unsure whether I actually love him or not."

"He is so charming, funny, and gentle that any girl would fall in love with him. Just look at how happy Muara is with him."

I noticed one thing Maura never stopped laughing, smiling, and blushing ever since they were in the restaurant. "I want this happiness."

"Why don't we get inside?" Rika suggested.

"I don't think so..."

"Get out of here, Cami." She unfastened my seatbelt, opened the door, and shoved me outside.

After stumbling out, I adjusted my glasses. "I'm not going in." I protested.

"Are you saying you don't want to disturb them?" Rika grinned and pulled me into the restaurant with her.

"I just hate cheap restaurants!" I reasoned, but it didn't stop her to drag me inside.

"Shut up and get inside."

Fresh chocolates and chips filled the air as we stepped inside. Even though the outside area of the restaurant looked like trash, the inside looked so cozy and inviting. We took the table across from Scott's. It felt like my heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell on me, and I saw his smile vanish the next moment.

"What would you like to order, ma'am?" The server asked politely as soon as we sat in chairs.

"Two chocolate drinks, thanks," Rika replied in my place as she squeezed my hand affectionately.

Scott reached out to kiss Maura's hand, ignoring us. My dream was to date Scott Martinez, even though he was my servant's son but sadly, I never had the chance to pursue him.

"You need to look away from him," Rika muttered under her breath and squeezed my hand in warning. "I have no problem with madness, but such madness will be harmful to you, Cam."

"I don't know, I can't stop my eyes..." I looked away.

"As well as your feelings," she giggled as she scanned a teen girl standing next to us. Rika was gay, so she probably made the entire school think that I was dating her. She was sexy, sweet, and talkative. She liked to tease people and make them. laugh whereas I liked to bully those who bully others. I never trouble innocents, that's what Scott thought of me. He thought badly of me. Maura filled all this shit.

"What are your plans this weekend?" Rika asked that same redhead girl with a flirtatious smile.

She frowned and glanced at me. "Pardon me?"

"Your plan this weekend...wanna hang out with us."

"Rika..." I gritted out and kicked her under the table. She broke into laughter and gripped my hand to keep me from kicking her.

"I'm handling it."

"You're scaring her." I scowled.

"Look over there. Scott is watching you." My heart skipped a beat as I sat upright against the chair. When I moved my eyes to see Scott, he was nowhere in sight. Rika broke into hysterical laughter. "Kidding you, girl. He's already gone with his girlfriend."

"Rika..." I snorted, which caused her to laugh more.

*********

Having pulled into the driveway, I got out of the car. My mood was sour and so was my heart. No matter how much I tried to make myself understand, my heart never stopped beating for Scott Martinez. It kept beating until it would blast out of my heart. I was sure Scott would never love me, but I was not sure whether I would ever stop loving him or not.

"What the fuck is that?" It startled me when I heard my mother's scream. Worried, I rushed inside only to find Silas Martinez, Scott, and Samuel's father on the floor.

"I...I...am...sorry, ma'am..." he stammered in front of my terrified mother.

"What did you say!" My mother leaped to her feet and landed a tight slap on his fragile cheek, sending him to the ground. I winced at my mother's cruelty. "Who's gonna pay for my expensive cookware?"

Silas Martinez had been working as our cook for five years. The poor man had trouble using advanced equipment in the kitchen. My mother imported expensive kitchen crockery from all over the world as she enjoyed showing them off to people. But our poor cook never understood this craziness and ended up being humiliated.

I stopped her just in time before she could land another blow. "Stop it, Mom. What are you doing?"

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Clenching her jaw, she jerked her hand away from my grasp and glared at Silas. "He broke my Chinese coffee maker."

"We'll buy another one."

"It was one of the expensive appliances, Cam." She exclaimed. "Let me punish him properly."

"Mom..." I said, and she sighed soundly, closed her eyes, and stepped back. I sighed in relief when she sat back on her customized sofa, trying to control her fury. Unfortunately, my mother was mentally ill. She had anxiety, bipolar, and an eating disorder. She was feeling insecure, angry, and hurt every time she looked at herself. Maybe this quality I got from my mother.

"Silas..." I called his name roughly because my mother didn't like me to talk to servants politely.

"Yes, ma'am..." he said in his weak voice, and I felt pity for him.

"You may go." I nodded to him and he quickly got to his feet and dashed off.

I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of cold water and mom's medicines. Taking place next to her, I handed her a few pills, and she swallowed them with water.

"I feel like I'll die at any time. My heart was vibrating so hard when I was screaming at Silas." She said in a shaky voice. "Sometimes I'm scared, Cami. That's why I don't want your father near me. I don't want to hurt him."

"He doesn't care if you hurt him." I smiled, squeezing her shoulder softly. "He loves you, Mom."

Her grey eyes fell into sadness as she looked down at her hands, looking sad. She was only thirty-six, and I guessed the most beautiful mother in the world. Unfortunately, I didn't get her grace and sophistication. She was only seventeen when she got pregnant with me and married my father. My father didn't want me between them, but she kept me and since then her mental disorder started.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay." I caressed my mother's head like a mother.

A smile broke on her worried face. "Thank you for being my good daughter, Cami."

"Thank you for keeping me," I mumbled, and she sighed in despair.

"Your father loves you."

"He doesn't love any of your kids."

"Cami..." her tone sharpened, and I shut my mouth for good reason.

Our heads twisted toward the French window when a car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. The next second, Scott jumped out of it and ran towards the garage. Within moments, he returned with spray paint and squirted it in the trunk.

"He got in an accident again!" Mom growled out when she noticed a dent. Walking closer to the window, she surveyed her golden customised Mercedes that she had given Scott to get repaired. I noticed her car in the restaurant parking lot when Scott was having lunch with Maura.

I knew he liked expensive cars, and he was being sent to the garage to repair mom's Mercedes, but who knew he would grab this opportunity and take Maura on a long drive? "That piece of shit has caused my car a dent!" Mom hissed out and marched outside.

Shit!

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"He needs to learn a lesson." She spat out. "It's the third time he damaged my car."

Luckily, I grasped my mother's arm and stopped her. "I'll take care of him," I said while putting tons of weight on my chest. I hated to punish Scott.

Mom paused for a moment before a satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Good. I'm giving you my leather belt. You'll beat the shit out of him."

"Mom!" I gasped with wide eyes.

"Or I'll do it myself."

I quickly shook my head. "No, please...!"

"Cami, don't beg!" she snarled, and I retreated from her sudden outburst. "Don't fucking use please...!"

"Umm..." my fingers fidgeted as they urged me to bite my nails. "I'm gonna punish him," I mumbled and stormed out to where Scott was busy painting the car. Once he noticed me, he stood upright, running his fingers through his hair nervously.

"It was just..." he avoided looking into my eyes. "It was just a minor accident."

I crossed my arms over my chest, eyeing a small dent in the trunk's bottom. "Do you know whose car is this?"

He squeezed his eyes briefly, clenching his jaw. Adam's apple bobbed when he gulped tensely. "It was just an accident..."

"I saw the car in the restaurant parking lot." I gritted out, and he snapped his eyes at me, looking guilty. I knew he did this to impress Maura, but the poor boy didn't know what was waiting for him. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

He said nothing, just staring at me. I was struggling to keep my harsh expression on. I loved when he watched me. I loved when he listened to me and I loved when he paid attention to me and it only happened when I punished him. "Here you go, sweetie." I sank into sadness when mom handed me a leather belt and patted my back in encouragement. She liked to hurt people because it comforted her, but I didn't like to hurt innocent people; it only gave me misery and regret.

Scott didn't take long to realize as he took off his shirt and kneeled in front of me with his back. My hands trembled as I watched his smooth, muscular shoulder rise and fall rapidly, and every muscle in his body tensed.

"I'm at your mercy, Miss Davidson," he said firmly and with so much resentment.

"Go ahead..." mom ordered me and I launched the belt into the air, landing it on his back harder.

His fingers formed fists as he flinched back.

I whipped him repeatedly until my mother was satisfied. From that point, Scott never looked at me again. He hated me ferociously.