His Lethal Love

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, 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 so soon.

Our mother left us eight years ago, now my father was impatiently waiting to leave us forever.

As I watched his body lying on the floor and begging for death, tears formed in my eyes. I desperately wanted to help him and make him free of the agony he had been suffering from cancer for years, but I was powerless. His disease robbed us of everything, but I didn't care about money. I wished he were still alive, but he was living the most painful life. He asked me to kill him at once, but no one knew better than him how much I loved him.

"Dad!" I cried out while running towards him. Kneeling, I placed his head gently on my thighs. Blood was still dripping from his lips, his eyes were half-open, and his face was wrinkled as if he had been dead for days. He was living the life of an eighty-five-year-old at fifty.

"Camille..." he whispered and wrapped his bony fingers around my hand. "Have...you...arranged...loan?" Hiding my disappointment, I gave him a brief nod and said nothing. "Good," he coughed. "Then you won't be homeless. I've never thought my bad habits would make me bankrupt..."

My father had a dependence on drugs and gambling after the death of my mother. Her absence left him feeling emptied and lifeless. There was a time he tried to end his life, but the thought of his kids made him stop. I hated to accept it but if he had killed himself that day then I would not have to see this day.

"I'm sorry, I've never wanted to leave my kids in this condition..." he rasped and peeled his eyes open. "I know you're strong enough to take care of your siblings, aren't you, Cami?"

I'm weak!

I couldn't help but cry, realizing he wouldn't be able to be there for us anymore. "Fact is, Dad, you've never given a damn about your children. If you'd considered your health and business, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."

He squeezed my hand, his eyes shone with despair and failure. "You don't realize until you fall in love how difficult it would be to live a life without someone who matters to you, Cami."

I felt my heart skip a beat when his face flashed in my head. Once I was madly in love with a boy, but he never looked back at me. How could he? He was the most handsome boy in high school and I was the ugliest? He was an angel, and I was a devil. He was kind and I was greedy. Everyone wanted to be with him and no one wanted to be near me. Maybe that's why I was suffering because I made everyone suffer.

My mother used to say no matter how hard life gets, you must always remain strong and brave. Nothing was permanent in this world, neither your happiness nor your sadness. But my life has always been sad. My life was not hard, but harsh. Despite my father's multi-millionaire business, we had nothing left to run our family. My future was uncertain and so was the future of my siblings. After the death of my father, I didn't know where I would be taking them because, after his death, the creditors would auction our villa.

"Camille, dad is dying..." Caden, my ten-year-old brother said in his shaky voice and kneeled next to me, watching our father in fright. "He needs help."

"He wants to die," I said blankly, and fixed my eyes on him. "His time has come, Cad."

My teen brother Clarence asked bluntly, "Where will we be going after he dies? He left us nothing except debts. We'll be bankrupt even after we sell our house."

"Shut up, Clarence!" My eighteen-year-old sister, Natalie, scolded him. "Everything is going to be alright."

"Nothing will be..." Clarence was about to speak, but I cut him off.

"Stop your argument and help me to lift dad," I ordered him while grabbing dad's head. "Come now!"

"Ugh, this old man stinks!" Clarence cringed, and my jaw flexed.

"Shut up or I'll break your teeth!" I gritted out and he snapped his mouth shut.

We carefully placed our father's fragile body on the bed and gently put his head on the pillow. His arms were shaking and so were his legs.

"Give...me...your...mother's...ring..." dad said shakily. "And...leave...me...alone."

Natalie cleaned dad's face and I put our mother's wedding band on his chest. He quickly fisted it in his hand and squeezed his eyes shut.

I nodded to my siblings to give him space and we got out.

"I'm scared," Caden said. "How many days does he have?"

"I don't know, dear," I muttered before closing the door.

******

Finally, the day had arrived when my father died and our home was sold at auction. I was sad, stressed, and exhausted. We did not have enough money to feed our family even for a month. Our lives were in an unstable state and our future was uncertain.

I smoothed my long uniform skirt and fixed my hair. I was looking terrible with dark shades underneath my eyes and sunken cheeks. Pushing my rounded glasses above my nose, I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time. The more I saw myself, the more I hated myself.

Ugly!

Plain!

Zombies!

This was what people thought of me when they saw me. It had been one week since I left my hometown, South Carolina, for Boston to start over, and luckily, I got a job at an expensive hotel. Despite the well-paid job, I wasn't able to provide a decent life for my siblings. Both my brothers had school to attend and my sister wanted to pursue a university education.

It was my dream to fulfill their dream, but twenty-four hours wasn't enough to make much money. I wanted to do the things that my parents were not able to provide us with. My siblings were my everything, so I wanted to provide everything they wanted. In addition, I didn't like seeing my sister working in the bar. She was a bartender who was different from me. She was charming, bubbly, and beautiful. I didn't like her falling in love with a bad boy. This all started when I spotted her with a racer two nights ago. I would have to give a good lesson to that punter and tell him to stay the hell away from my sister.

"Camille, come on..." my friend Lilly called out and directed me to the ballroom where hundreds of guests had gathered.

"I'm sorry..." I cleared my throat and grabbed the serving tray before heading toward the ballroom. The banquet was exquisite and sumptuous as everything screamed to perfection. The ceiling was embellished with scalloped edging, and the floor was glossy hardwood and suitable for dancing. There were curved observation balconies on an upper level and massive tiered crystal chandeliers glittering in the soft light. I examined the women in their updos and exotic jewelry and men in their expensive three-piece suits.

"Are you aware that Scott Martinez is attending today's banquet?"

Hearing his name, I froze.

Scott Martinez!

"Oh my gosh, is he here?" Another woman asked with the same enthusiasm. I slowly turned my gaze towards the gorgeous ladies talking about him.

"Yes, he is here."

"He's one of the most talented and popular actors of all time and one of the highest-paid in Hollywood."

"He's hot as hell."

My heart had been broken so many times by Scott Martinez, the man I loved ever since I met him.

"I can't believe he's here." the woman shouted as she pointed toward the entrance.

When he arrived, the murmur of the crowd had died away. Scott Martinez stepped into the hall as if he had owned it. His charcoal gray suit fitted perfectly to his athletic frame, and his brown hair was styled in a sleek way. I focused my attention on his squared jaw which was well-groomed, well defined, and emphasized his electric blue eyes. He looked so confident and so attractive as always.

Disappointment washed over me when I saw her next to him. Maura Garcia. His fiancee was the reason for my shattered heart and a broken dream. I had dreamed of marrying Scott ever since the day I first saw him.

It all started when I was driving to the hospital to see how my mother was feeling. I caught sight of the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. Scott Martinez was helping a dog that had been injured in an accident. I would never forget the pain in his eyes when he was treating a stray animal. Not only did he look like an angel, but he was one as well. He was a great person, both inside and out.

But today...

He turned into something else. He became greedy, violent, and mean. He had become a very different person from the charming prince he once was. It was all my fault he didn't trust others. He changed because I forced him to, but still, I was satisfied. Even when he hated me and never loved me back, I was happy. He destroyed me; I was happy. As long as he was going to marry Maura, I was happy.

Anyway, he didn't deserve such an ugly, self-hating, and boring person as me. He deserved someone as beautiful as her.

I gulped, returning to the guest. I knew every eye on him. Everyone wanted to get a few seconds with him but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was his fiancee, who probably forced him to attend this party. Scott loved Maura so much that he couldn't think before fulfilling her stupid demands. I witnessed their love eight years ago.

I gasped when suddenly someone bumped into me and made all the wine glasses shatter on the floor.

"Are you fucking blind?!" Maura shouted angrily at my face.

I quickly sat on my knees to hide my face, mumbling, "I'm sorry..." as I picked up broken pieces of glasses.

"What sorry? Do you know how expensive this dress is!" She gritted out and my heart went into my throat. "You ugly rat!"

I swallowed hard. My, and hands were shaking as I was picking glasses, unaware of their sharp edges. I badly wanted to get out of this party as soon as possible.

"Stop it, Maura." Scott approached her and I felt my adrenaline rushing. "Cool down baby, it was just an accident."

"She spoiled my dress!" She cried out. "How could I be cool? I hate it when paparazzi will take my picture in this stained dress."

I squeezed my eyes, praying that they would not recognize me. My hands clenched into fists when Scott's familiar scent washed over.

As much as I hated his smell, I loved to feel it. It made me feel at home. I was addicted to him. I loved everything about him.

I loved him!

"Camille!!" I was startled when a familiar masculine voice called out. I gripped the tray when the realization hit me hard.

Archie Garcia!! Maura's older brother. He reached out to me and helped me to stand up. I felt my heart pulsating so hard that it was hurting my chest. My palm got sweaty and my breath shook.

"Camille!!" Maura exclaimed, her eyes widened.

"Are you alright?" Archie asked while gently examining my hand.

"I'm fine, thank you," I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the ground because I didn't want to look into Scott's eyes. I knew what I would find if I looked into his 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. That time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world.

I murdered his brother.

"Where's the manager?" Scott barked and made me jolt. His fingers curled into tight fists as his jaw clenched harder. "Where the fuck is the manager?!"

"Scott, listen..." Archie tried to speak out, but Scott didn't let him.

In a few seconds, the manager rushed into the hall, panting and sweating. "Yes, sir."

"What did I say?" Scott snarled and charged at him as if he was about to punch him right in the face. "You've been notified earlier not to hire this woman!" He shouted and made the manager tremble in fear. I bit into my lower lip angrily. "What the fuck is she doing here?"

My legs trembled as I tried hard to be brave enough to face this monster.

"I...I don't..." the manager stuttered and glanced at me briefly. "I'm sorry, sir."

"She is a prostitute," Maura muttered and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fire her right fucking away!"

"Okay, sir." The manager gave him a quick before approaching me.

"You're fired!" He said firmly and I squeezed my eyes.

Again he did this!!

"But...I..." before I could utter.

"You lied to us!" The manager cut me off, glowering at me. "You hid your true identity."

I let out a sharp breath before turning around and heading toward the door.

"Wait!" Scott said from behind me and made me stop. "Do you want money?" He taunted and my jaw flexed. "I'll give you." He approached me and brought his mouth near my ear, making my breath hitch. "But you'll have to pick one man from this party and fuck him right in front of my eyes, Miss Davidson."

"I'd rather eat shit!" I hissed out without looking at him and heading towards the exit door.

"Then why my brother, Camille Davidson? Why did you pick my brother?" He growled and I went pale. "Why him?"

I let out a shaky breath before facing him again. "Because I loved him!"

********

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-be snapped his fingers in front of my face to capture my attention. "Where are you?"

"Umm..." clearing my throat, I straightened my back against the chair. "Actually, this restaurant is nearest to my home, and also this is one of my grandma's favorites." I examined the classic look of the restaurant, large oak wood tables, and ancient pictures of men and women sticking into each corner of the room. The restaurant was cozy and comfortable.

Curious, he asked, "How old is your grandma?".

"Seventy-six." I smiled and thanked my granny, who had told me about this restaurant when I was a kid.

He nodded and flicked through the pages of the document in front of him, seemingly uninterested. "We specifically designed this restaurant for our senior citizens who like to spend their time here. Most of the servers quit this job because they can't deal with the passivity and laziness of older people." He leaned forward, looking right into my eyes. "Miss Watson, are you comfortable dealing with these people? You may require a lot of patience."

"I'm comfortable, Mr. John," I said quickly. "I'm more than comfortable, sir."

"Good. You can start from tomorrow," he said with a sincere smile and I sighed in relief.

"Thank you, sir... Thank you so much." I jumped in excitement.

"You're welcome, Miss Watson." He looked charming when a grin appeared across his young face. "I look forward to working with you."

I nodded and grabbed my handbag before rising from my seat. Giving him the last smile, I walked out of his office. My heart was floating with happiness and hope. Now, I have a job with good pay and it is far away from the city. Scott would never find my whereabouts and additionally, I disguised myself with a red wig and lenses. I hadn't put on my rounded glasses.

I smiled while heading towards the bakery to get some doughnuts and chocolate cookies, my siblings' favorite. Clutching my handbag against my chest, I was dreaming about the future. My dream would only come true when I was able to provide a good life for my family. I was the older one and it was my responsibility to avail them of everything they wanted.

A sudden gasp escaped my lips when mud splashed across my face. Wiping brown substance from my neck, I looked at a white sports car, halting right in front of me. It didn't take a second as a heavy crowd gathered around the car. My eyes went round when Scott Martinez got out of the car.

"Sir..." Paparazzi begged for his one glimpse.

"Oh my god, Scott Martinez!" Two women huffed in disbelief. Their expressions were as if they had seen a lion walking on two legs.

"Scott! Scott! Scott! Please...!" The entire crowd screamed, shouted, and cried to get his attention.

"Scott, please...!"

"Sir...!"

Scott stopped all of a sudden, and I froze. He glanced over his shoulder at his fans and waved his hands with a charming smile. My eyes took in his handsome face and masculine body. How dashing he was looking in his tight blue t-shirt and black cargo. His shoulders were broad and profound, and his arms were toned and thick. It was the same body which I had given uncountable marks. I marked his heart and so his body. I thought making his body ugly would make him mine, but it never worked. All I did was force him to hate me passionately.

I had done wrong with him to own his heart.

I sighed in despair and removed a handkerchief from my purse and cleaned my face. Forcing my steps towards the bakery, I bought two doughnuts and cookies for my brothers. Since Natalie didn't like sweets, I got her favorite macaroni pizza. Hey, I bought nothing for myself because I didn't have enough balance.

After walking a mile, I finally arrived at our small apartment where I and my three siblings were living together. Clarence insisted on shifting with his high school friends, but I refused him. He was sixteen, and I didn't want him to be involved in any illegal activity. I warned him if he left us then he would never get a share of our father's secret property, which was completely a lie. I lied to him to make him stay with us.

"I'm home," I announced while entering inside. I flinched at the sight of the cracked wall and peeled paint. I could even smell and see the smoke rising in the air, caused by our neighbor. "Hey, little prince." I smiled when Caden approached me eagerly.

After a moment, Clarence and Natalie followed him and welcomed me. Clarence looked rough and irritated. "Is everything okay?" I glanced between them and they exchanged a look. After a long silence, Natalie nodded her head. "Good." I walked over to them. "I've got a new job."

"Cheers!" Clarence taunted, and I frowned. "Scott will wipe us. God knows what had you done to him. He had sucked every penny that we had left. Look at us where we are and look at him where he is. He has fucked our lives up."

"Shut up!" I glared at him and put the food packet on the table before disappearing into the room.

"Why don't you give your life to him, Cami!" Clarence shouted from behind me, making me pause. "If that's what he wants, at least it'll save our lives."

********

"I would like to have iced tea with chocolate cookies." An elderly man with a thick white beard said.

"Sure." I gave him a polite nod before asking, "Would you like to have an appetizer?"

"I'll have garlic bread to start."

I scribbled down his order on the pad. "Anything else, sir."

"That'll be all for now."

I walked into the kitchen to get his order. My life had been running smoothly for three months as I wouldn't have to face Scott Martinez and he didn't even know where I was. Caden and Clarence started school and Natalie enrolled in the university. I needed a couple of years to get my life on track. I had always dreamed of becoming a model but always got a rejection because of my unattractive face and thick legs. I was good 5'8 but my legs were too fat for a model personality. And my face... It was not unattractive, but it looked plain when I wore my rounded glasses. I had short black hair and light gray eyes which sharpened my features. I had high cheekbones and a long neck, but what I didn't like in me was my lips which were too thick.

I loved to adore myself, but people didn't let me. I had bullied people because they bullied me.

"Scott Martinez is here!" I was startled when one of the waitresses screamed out in excitement. "Oh my gosh, he is here!"

Suddenly, an excited murmur flared up in the kitchen as everyone got thrilled to hear this news. I even caught a couple of waitresses grabbing lipstick and starting to apply it to their lips.

"I'm gonna take his order." Abira, one of the waitresses said, tugging her blouse, and making sure it would show her cleavage.

"I'm gonna serve him." Another waitress protested.

I frowned and adjusted my wig before putting iced tea and chocolate cookies on a tray and heading out.

"Aana..." I paused when my employer called me out and forced me to turn around to face him.

"Yes, sir."

"You'll serve Scott Martinez," he announced, and my heart leaped into my throat.

"I'm occupied, sir," I replied, my voice raspy.

"Abira will take care of your guest," he said while glancing her way.

"No!" she exclaimed promptly. "I'll serve Scott because I was the one who saw him first."

"Shut up!" My employer clipped, and she bit her lips to stop herself.

"I...I..." I stuttered. "I can't serve him."

"Why?" he demanded and held my gaze as if he found the truth.

I lowered my gaze, feeling my rising heartbeat. "Because I'm not comfortable with celebrities."

"It's a golden opportunity to meet Scott Martinez." He tore the tray from my hands before turning me around and pushing me out of the kitchen towards the hall. "Now go, Miss Watson."

Breathing shakily, I headed towards his table. My finger trembled when I spotted him with Maura Garcia. She was giving her autograph to a couple of guests and Scott was busy staring at her. A small smile appeared on his face while he was watching his fiancee happy.

"Hi, I'm Aana. I'll be your server tonight," I mumbled.

Scott froze, and his bright blue moved towards me. My heart almost stopped beating when he stared right into my eyes. There was softness, respect, and tenderness in those eyes. Maybe because he had been through this phase. He respected every small worker who worked hard to earn their daily bread.

"Hi, I'm Scott Martinez. Thank you for being my server," he said charmingly with a playful wink. Two dimples appeared on either side of his cheeks when he smiled.

He practically looked like an angel. Maura was a lucky woman to own his heart.

"May I take your order," I mumbled while fixing my eye on the order pad.

"Two black coffees, thank you."

I nodded and turned to leave, but then Maura called me back. "Hey, what's your name?"

I closed my eyes briefly before glancing at her. "It's Aana."

"Aana, don't you want my autograph?" she leaned forward before she held Scott's hand.

"No!" I spat and glanced at Scott, who was already staring at me with amusement. "I want his. Can I get one?"

"If you know him better, Scott Martinez doesn't give an autograph. Okay, you may go now."

I returned with their order and caught their tongue sticking into each other's mouths. They quickly tore themselves away when they noticed me standing next to their table. Putting the tray down, I turned on my heel, but suddenly I lost my balance and fell into Scott's arms. My heart throbbed when he wrapped his muscular arm around my waist before pulling me closer to his firm chest. His familiar scent lingered in my nose. I tried to breathe but couldn't when he was holding me tight.

"I'm sor..."

"Camille...!" I froze when Maura shouted.

Shocked, Scott's eyes moved down to the wig on the ground and then moved back to my face. My heart lurched when his fury sprang to life. "How Dare You?!" he hissed out and shoved me away from him. "Damn it!"

"She managed to find a job by disguising herself." Maura sneered. "This ugly rat needs a good lesson, baby."

"Who's the owner of this restaurant?" Scott said impatiently, looking across the hall.

"Scott please..." I begged, and it fueled him more. "You've got what you wanted for a long. My parents, my wealth, and my dignity. Now, leave me and my siblings alone."

He stepped forward, towering over me. His eyes were burning like lava. "How am I supposed to leave you alone, Miss Davidson?" he brought his ear close to my ear. "I've been missing you for three months. Now, I'll make sure never let you go."

*******

Present

"Sad and depressed, I forced myself to move towards my home. Everything was gone. I once again lost to Scott Martinez. I was to die a tragic death at his hands, and he was on his way to accomplishing it. I would soon give up and beg for mercy at his feet. It was impossible to believe I was falling in love with him. All he wanted was my life. He had already snatched all I had owned once in my life. In his eyes, I could see a thirst for revenge. No matter what, he would never leave me alone. It was my dream to leave the country with my siblings, but I didn't have enough money.

"Cami!" My attention was immediately drawn to Natalie who was running toward me. A wave of panic swept through me when I saw her tearful eyes and stained face, as though she had been crying for hours.

"Nati..." I walked toward her and grabbed her shoulder to stabilize her as she was trembling uncontrollably. "What happened?"

"Clarence..." she swallowed, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"What happened to Clarence?"

"He...he has overdosed drugs."

And I froze, watching her with my rounded eyes. It took me a while to understand what she had said. "What do you mean by overdose?" I exclaimed, suddenly panic hit me hard.

"He is in the ICU." she broke into tears. "He has been using it for a year and I've tried to tell you but he threatened that if I tell you then he would reveal my truth."

"What's your truth?" I asked even though my mind had stopped working.

"I'm three months pregnant," she whispered in her wobbly voice, peeking at me through her wet eyelashes.

My jaw flexed, and my hands clenched into fists. "Natalie!"

"I'm sorry, sis..." she flinched.

"You know what it means? You're well aware of our family condition but still..." I gritted out, charging at her.

"I...I'm sorry..." she stuttered, lowering her gaze. "It just happened." She gulped. "You won't kill my baby, will you?" she said and my eyes popped out.

"Why are you saying this, Natalie."

"You...you killed him, didn't you," she whispered monotonously.

"I...I..." I breathed, suddenly my feet quivered with anxiety. "Let's go and see Clarence."

In less than half an hour, we arrived at the hospital and found my brother in the ICU. He was in critical condition. The doctor informed me his brain had been damaged and he required immediate treatment. Initially, I told him to begin treatment right away, but the lack of money made it difficult. A thousand dollars were needed to save my brother's life. My brother would die if I couldn't arrange money.

"What do we do now, Cami?" Natalie asked. I could see the same fear on her face as I had on mine. We couldn't lose our baby brother.

"I don't know," I mumbled emptily.

"We require money!" she said impatiently. "You told us that father left us a secret fund, didn't you?"

"It was a lie!" I snapped. "It was a pure lie. I don't have a penny, I even lost my job because of that Scott Martinez."

"We're here because of your fault. You caused us to beg for money and a job at every single place. You killed his twin brother and made him a monster. Now he wants to kill us alive." Natalie choked. "It's all your mistake, Cami. You'll be responsible if anything happens to Clarence."

"Natie..." I whispered, hurt by her words. "Do you even know what you are saying?"

"We would have been better without you, Cami. I hated to have a sister like you. You're a cruel and heartless bitch..."

Before she could complete herself I slapped her hard enough to bring her into her senses. "Please, stop it..." my voice was thick and filled with pain. "I will not let anything happen to Clarence even if I have to put my life on the line."

********

As I stood outside Scott's studio for six hours, I pleaded with the guard, "Please let me in."

"You need to make an appointment, ma'am," he said.

"My time is limited so please, let me in."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"If you tell him my name he'll recognize me."

"Are you kidding me?" Guard scoffed, eying me from head to toe, displeasure sweeping over him. "Are you sure you are where you should be?"

From behind me, a male voice said, "What is happening?" I looked behind me to see the man. "Camille." Archie blurted out when he recognized me.

After seeing him, I felt relieved. He was the only one who could help me at that time.

"Are you alright?" he asked, checking me over.

"I'm not fine," I said with a sigh. "I want to meet Scott immediately."

"He won't meet you, Cami," he said with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Please..." I pleaded.

Taking a few moments to think, he nodded. "I can try though."

"I would appreciate it." I forced a smile.

He nodded at the guards and they quickly let us inside. Archie led me into a room and gestured to the couch. "Wait for a moment, I'll be right back."

The dark hardwood floor, the concrete walls, and the expensive furniture intrigued me as I settled into the couch and examined the room.

My eyes caught the picture, so I got up and walked toward it. I shivered when I saw him. Samuel Martinez was the twin brother of Scott Martinez. He had the same electric-blue eyes, pale complexion, and chiseled face. I clutched the frame in my hand, feeling burning rage inside me. He had destroyed my world.

When the door swung open I was startled. "Cami, what are you doing?" Archie asked as he eyed the frame in my hands. "Scott wants to see you in the studio." Putting the frame on the table back I gave him a nod and headed towards the door. "You'd better not go there," he said quietly and I paused, but didn't turn to him. "He's got something nasty planned for you."

"I do not care," I snapped before making my way toward the studio. Taking a deep breath I stepped inside. I almost fell to my knees to my feet when I found the entire crew watching me intently.

"Welcome, Miss Davidson." Scott sneered. He was sitting behind the monitor. "We're delighted to see you again."

I glanced at Maura who was sitting next to him smirking.

"I'm willing to do anything you ask me."

"Sorry..." Scott Martinez. "Can you repeat it?"

"I'm ready to do anything," I shouted angrily.

"Remove your clothes."

Panicked, I exclaimed, "Excuse me."

"Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed." he pointed to the bed in the corner of the room.

"And then..." I whispered.

"We'll film your intimate scene."

"I can't do this!" I spat and stepped back.

"Then you may go, Miss Davidson," Scott said calmly and gestured to the cameraman to stop.

"Could there be a second option?"

Scott narrowed his eyes at me and my heart skipped a beat. "No, Miss Davidson."

"Okay, I'm ready to do this!" A sharp breath escaped my lungs.

"Good," Scott smirked in victory.

Slowly raising my hand I removed my t-shirt and then my jeans exposing my ungroomed body. My cheeks darkened with humiliation as everyone watched my naked body. I was standing just in a bra and panties. Scott leaned against his chair, looking comfortable.

"Shall we start, Miss Davidson?"

I nodded and walked over to the bed.

"Daniel..." Scott called out to someone and a man appeared next to me in just a pair of boxers.

My eyes went round when the realization hit me hard in my chest. "I'm not going to shoot with him!" I hissed out and panic struck me when he stepped closer to me.

Suddenly, his images freshened in my head. He was slapping me, choking me, and hurting me. I was screaming, and trying to break myself free from his steel-like grip.

'He won't love you!' He smacked my cheeks hard and made my lips bleed. 'You ugly bitch!' He ripped my panties and thrust inside me. I cried out in pain. I fought, screamed, and shouted but no one came to my rescue. He took me like an animal, ripping my inner soul. Samuel Martinez was not only brutal but barbaric.

I tried one last time to get away from him but it only caused me more pain. He grabbed a knife and sliced my shoulder brutally. Blood started to soak the sheet but it didn't make him stop. He brought his mouth to my shoulder and licked my blood like a beast. 'Scott bleeds your heart and I bleed your body. Isn't it interesting?'

'Samuel, stop it, please...' I choked. 'I won't tell anyone, I swear I won't tell anyone. I'm pregnant with your baby...please stop it.'

'I don't want this baby!' He growled in my face and gripped my jaw. 'Do you get it? I don't want this bastard.'

'I want this baby!' I retorted and he grabbed a knife and stabbed it right into my stomach.

I jolted when someone touched my shoulder and pulled me back into the present. I turned my head to see the same naked man lying next to me on the bed. I looked at Scott, Maura, and other crew members who were watching us with amusement. Archie was standing in the doorway, looking frustrated.

"Action!" Scott called out before cameras, lights and mike focused on us.

The man started to hover over me and gave me panic attacks. My breath shortened, my heart pounded and every muscle in my body shivered with anxiety. I had never been with any man after Samuel. He had left me scarred. I raised my shaking hand and moved it down to the man's abdomen. He smirked and caught my ear in his mouth before chewing it erotically.

"Closer!" Scott commanded and he got closer to me, preventing me from breathing.

He let out a fake groan which made me nauseous. I flinched when he caressed my breasts and my stomach and my thighs. Once I tried to follow his suit and touched his body but it only caused me to panic.

When his hand went between my legs I didn't think twice before shoving him away from me. "I don't want to do this!" I jumped off the bed before heading towards my clothes.

"Stay the fucking where you are!" Scott ordered and made me cringe. Getting to his feet he moved toward me. His eyes explored my body and for a moment they flicked something different other than hate. The way he was gazing at me made me feel breathless.

I frowned when he started to unbutton his shirt. His eyes were on me while he was undoing his clothes. My knees weakened when he took off his shirt and approached me. His raspy breath fanned my head as he stood tall in front of me, shirtless. Each line on his body was defined and profound. I had seen his body before in movies but never seen it in person. For five consecutive years, he held the title of the world's sexiest man.

When he grabbed my forearm and threw me onto the bed, I yelped out in pain. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

"Shoot!" he commanded his crew, ignoring my question.

When he kissed my neck, I was left breathless. As his firm chest touched my stomach, my toes curled in anticipation. I waited for a panic attack, but it didn't come. I looked into his eyes again. Although he hated me, I adored him. I loved him so much that sometimes I forgot who he was. He was the man that every woman dreamed of. His kindness was unparalleled. While he wanted to help, he never wanted to show the world how much he cared.

His erection rubbed against my thighs, causing me to gasp. Stunned, I stared into his eyes and amusement danced in his eyes.

"Don't worry this is not for you." He ground himself against me harder, breathing rapidly. "Unbutton my jeans." He ordered. My hands moved down, unbuttoning his jeans as I swallowed hard. "Remove them."

I took them down. He grabbed a blanket before throwing it on our bodies. I was feeling a different kind of comfort in his arms as he was lying next to me. "I'll enjoy torturing you, Miss Davidson," he whispered in my ear and fisted my hair before tilting my head toward him. His eyes burned like hot lava. "This time you won't be spared, sweetheart."

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