His Lethal Love
Past.

Camille POV.

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, "When did you start hiding things from me?"

Trying to look puzzled, I asked, "What are you talking about?".

"You won't tell me, will you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned around and continued walking.

"Is this a tear for Scott?" she snarled, and I felt my heart clench. "Don't tell me you're weeping for that motherfucker?"

"Shut up, Rika!"

"I want my answer!"

Nervously, I began to bite my nails.

"Cam..."

My vision became blurry due to more tears. "He engaged Maura," I muttered, biting my nails so roughly that my fingers bled. "What can he do, Rika? Why does he hate me so much? Can I have him? I want him for myself, only for myself." Rika said nothing, just watching me with hurt in her eyes. "Am I ugly?"

She shook her head. "You're beautiful."

"Am I cruel?"

"You're generous."

"Am I selfish?"

"No, you're self-sacrificing."

"Then why doesn't he look at me?"

"Because he has eyes on one girl who is Maura."

"What should I do to have his eyes on me?" I asked, wiping my tears away.

"Get rid of Maura." A sinister smile stretched her lips as she gazed at me. "Clear her out of your way, Cam." "How?"

"I'll tell you how." She smirked before tying her arm around mine, and we started walking toward the class.

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"She's going to wear this dress for today's role play." Rika grinned as she showed a white velvet gown with huge pearls on its corset.

Frowning, I looked at her. "What's cooking in your mind?"

"She'll remember this lesson forever."

"What are you gonna do with it, Rika?"

"We'll cut her gown's straps." She turned the gown around, pointing at the thin straps. "I'm gonna take great pleasure in seeing her young breasts while she is performing on the stage."

"Oh no, Rika!" I exclaimed. "Are you fucking crazy? We can't do this..."

"Why can't we?" Her brows snapped together.

"Because it is wrong."

"Since when did you start to decide right or wrong?"

"I mean, this is..." I shook my head when I was unable to replace the right words. "I'm not with you, Rika. I'm not supporting you with this plan."

"It's going to be fun, sweetie," Rika said. Her excitement was undeniable.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"N..."

"Okay, no!" she said with a big pout. "But we can't let her go plain, can we?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Why don't we cut one strap instead of both? It'll give a small glimpse of her shaggy titties."

"You won't change your dirty plan, will you?" I rolled my eyes with an exasperated sigh.

"Come on, we can go for this, darling," she said sweetly, making my heart melt.

I kept quiet for a while, thinking about her plan.

"Don't you want to take revenge on rumors she has been spreading for years on you?" She placed her hands on her hips while mimicking Maura's voice. "Camille is bitch! Camille is an ugly rat! Camille is a bully! Camille is this and Camille is that... I mean relax bitch. If nobody notices, then you'll use Camille's name to get the entire school's attention. I don't know why she is always jealous of you."

"Because Scott washes my car, not hers..." I joked and she broke into a laugh.

"Let this work be completed before someone catches us red-handed."

"I'm excited!" Rika grinned as we were heading toward the theater. "Let the drama unfold." She winked and squeezed my hand softly. "You know, I can't see you sad, Cami. I want to see you happy, smiling, and alive." "Are you happy?" I smiled and squeezed her hand back.

"That's why I want to make you happy, idiot." She slapped my head softly. "I can't live a happy life alone, girl. You're my best friend. I could do anything for your happiness."

I leaned forwards and kissed her lips, letting her know how much I loved her. "I love you."

"I love you too. Will you marry me?"

I smiled and said nothing.

"Come on, Scott, what are you looking at?" When I heard it my eyes snapped at Scott who was staring at us expressionless. His jaw flexed when Rika leaned over my shoulder, giving him a playful and seductive wink.

Ignoring his gaze as we passed past him and entered the theater. My heart thumped against my chest as I felt his hot, scorching gaze keep following me. "Why is he staring at you strangely?" Rika murmured near my ear, glancing past me. "I don't know," I said, taking our seats in the fifth row.

"I just hate how handsome he is," she said, popping candy in her mouth. "He has an expressive jawline and appealing blue eyes." She munched the candies. "Have you ever seen him naked? He must have a gorgeous dick." "You went crazy, Rika." I rolled my eyes, glancing at the stage. "And stop talking about him."

"Hey, baby!" We heard Maura calling as she was steering past us in her velvet gown. We looked at her over our shoulders.

"You look stunning." I rolled my eyes when Scott complimented her and left a peck on her lips.

"Thank you..."

"Look at bitch's expression. It makes me puke." Rika said with distaste. "I don't know why I always crave to strangle her slender neck." She popped another candy and blew it to Maura, causing her to startle.

We broke into laughter. "Oops! Sorry!" Rika sneered and turned her head back to the stage.

"Shemale!" Maura hissed out.

"Homewrecker." Rika retorted.

"How dare you call me that!" Maura charged at us, but Scott stopped her by grasping her hand.

"Ignore them..." Scott said while glancing at me.

After a while, the play started as Maura was playing the role of Juliet.

"Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, and pay no..." Maura was reciting the dialogue but suddenly her straps slipped off her shoulders, causing a flash of her entire breasts to the audience.

I looked around at the children, laughing, filming, and making nasty comments about her. She was frozen for a moment, puzzled, when she realized what was happening. She immediately covered her breasts with her hands.

"Bitch has tasted her own medicine." Rika looked over at the scene with a smirk. Maura bolted to the door and hid behind the curtains. "Unfortunately, it is too late."

"We haven't cut her both straps," I said.

"I did it," Rika replied.

"Are you crazy, Rika?"

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"Relax, it wouldn't hurt her more than a couple of tears."

"Kids have captured her pictures."

"She deserves it, don't you think?"

"I warned you, Rika. We wouldn't do this."

"Gosh, since when have you started to care, Cami?"

"All I know is you should not have done this."

Maura's naked pictures went viral across the town. To be honest, I was feeling pity for her as her naked pictures had tormented her in school. She even stopped coming to school for a couple of days. Scott was worried about his girlfriend as she didn't want to meet anyone else, not even Scott.

Scott was suspecting me of this accident because he kept throwing curious looks my way whenever I passed past him. He hated me. It was written on his face but he was disgusted with me, it shone in his eyes.

"She hasn't come today?" Harry asked Scott as they took seats in class behind me.

"She doesn't want to meet me either," Scott said with a hint of hurt. "I'm scared for her." Scott paused before asking, "Have you tried erasing all pictures?"

He said with disappointment, "I can't wipe out all the pictures if I want to. Some kids are really cruel since they continue to post pictures on social media." "Fuck it! I don't know what to do."

"We can only prevent this shit, but can not remove it," Harry said.

Putting the pen down, I started chewing my nails to ease my tension. I had been considering telling Scott the truth, but it would only make him hate me more. After messing with her dress, my first thought was to help her, but I wasn't sure how I could help.

When the chemistry class was over, I called Scott, and he stopped. "I want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you!" Scott snapped and headed towards the door.

"It's about Maura," I screamed, making him freeze.

"What is it?" He demanded while glowering at me.

"Actually..." I inhaled deeply. "I was the one..."

My heart skipped a beat when his phone buzzed. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and swiped it before holding it up to his ear and listening. "Yes, Maura..." a moment he breathed shallowly as his eyes bugged out when he listened on the other line. "What!!" He exclaimed and bolted out of the classroom.

***

Present.

Scott POV.

"Let me..." 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..."

"Did I do this right?" I cut her off.

Maura inhaled sharply, clenching her fist and glaring at Camille with a sour expression. She gave me a curt nod after a long minute of waiting. "It was the right thing to do." She forced herself to say as angry tears gathered in her eyes. Stepping closer to her, I cupped her face in my palms and wiped her tears with the pad of my thumb. "Trust me, it was just for us," I said.

"You are mine..." Her lips quivered as she spoke the words, and insecurity flickered in her eyes.

I nodded with a smile and walked out of the bathroom. Running my fingers through my hair, I let out an exasperated sigh and strode toward my room. Approaching my room, I went inside and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was damp and sweat-soaked in my t-shirt and my lips... I glared at myself before grabbing a wine bottle and throwing it on the mirror, causing it to shatter. My reflection was divided into eight, as I kept staring at myself.

"How could I do this?" I whispered in a raspy voice. "How the fuck could I kiss that slut?!" I shouted and grabbed the table, flipping it over and causing the things to roll down the floor. I grabbed the flower base and flung it across the wall. My pulse sped up and heat flushed through my body as blind rage swept over me. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily when my brother's dead face flashed across my eyes.

"You kissed her...?" Maura entered inside. "How are you feeling after tasting her, Scott?" she asked sarcastically and with hurt.

"That kiss was nothing to me, Maura."

"Did you forget how cruelly she killed your brother?" she said, coming closer to me. "He loved her unconditionally, and blindly but she had never left a chance to humiliate him and gave him the death he never deserved."

I closed my eyes, breathing sharply when Samuel's images flashed across my mind. "Stop it, Maura."

"Are you feeling petty to her?" she asked me with a hint of amusement.

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"Are you fucking crazy?" I roared, staring into her eyes. She retreated due to my sudden outburst and the next moment fat tears rolled through her green eyes.

Shit!

"Maura..." I moved forward, but she quickly got away from me, preventing me from touching her. "I'm sorry."

"I'm still here with you because I love you more than myself. You cheated on me, but I never raised a question at once and believed what you said, but I would not endure it any longer. Scott, she destroyed your small world in front of your eyes. She doesn't deserve your pity or sympathy. She is a cruel, selfish, and heartless bitch. She won't think before taking your life to save hers." she wiped her tears away from her face. "I cannot forget everything she did to us."

I said nothing.

"Do you love me, Scott?" I snapped my eyes at her when she asked this.

"Of course, I love you, Maura."

"Can you fulfill my one wish?"

"Gladly."

"Kill Camille and end her chapter."

My jaw flexed. "I'll kill her, but not now. This is not the right time."

"It's been eight years since you're waiting for the right time." Maura scoffed. "I know you'll never kill her." She turned around and walked off into the room.

Frustrated, I sat down on the couch and clutched my head between my hands as I felt a hard throb in the back of my head. "I don't fucking care about her, nor do I want her alive." I rasped to myself, focusing my eyes on the floor. Suddenly, my eyes caught a knife on the floor, and an idea popped into my head. I got to my feet and snatched the knife off the ground before staring at its sharp blade. Why could not I kill her when she murdered my brother in front of my eyes mercilessly? Why could not I hurt when she hurt me beyond repair? Why couldn't I give her a painful death?

Without thinking through it, I paced toward her room and dashed inside. A smirk formed on my lips when I noticed how peacefully she was sleeping. Walking closer to her bed, I looked down, examining her fragile and colorless body. She had dark shades under her eyes, her hair cut short, and many dark spots on her body. She looked weird without her glasses. My eyes went to her spectacles, which were lying broken on the nightstand. Probably Maura had done this. Clenching my jaw, I leaned forward, smelling medicine from her body. She was nothing more than a piece of flesh to me. I raised my knife and was about to press it against her neck, but then she turned off the other side. I frowned when I caught fingerprints around her neck and a deep cut near her jaw.

Who did this?

********

I punched it!

I punched it harder, faster, and rougher. My entire body was dripping sweat and white tape wrapped in my hands, spotting blood, but I didn't stop. Breathing hard, I punched the punching bag repeatedly until it took all my strength and energy.

Gasping for air, I continued hitting it. My hands were sore, and my shoulders were aching, but I was unable to stop myself. This pain was nothing compared to the hurricane in my fucking brain. I was unable to think and act. She had fucked up my mind again. Why the fuck did I do this?

Why didn't I kill her?

Who is she to me?

She is nothing more than a source of my revenge and quenches my thirst. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to be her nightmare. I wanted to scare the shit out of her. I wanted her to experience the same things I had been suffering in the past. "Shit!" I grumbled when I missed the bag and it directly hit my face.

"Why are you hurting yourself?" I paused when I heard her voice. Camille walked up to me and grabbed my hand before taking off the white tape carefully.

"Fuck off!" I hissed out and snatched my hand away from her. Turning around, I grabbed a towel from my other hand, wiping the sweat. "I'm not Samuel!" I jeered.

"I know..." she said, walking up to me. I could hear her approaching me. "You two are different."

"Get the hell out of here!" I gritted out without looking at her.

"Only when you let me help you."

"I don't fucking want."

"I know you are not stubborn," she said and walked in front of me before she snatched my wounded hand again and worked on my finger. "Are you crazy?" She examined my sprained finger. My eyes went to her jaw mark and fingerprints around her neck. I felt a strange satisfaction to see her healthy.

"Don't try to act like I give a damn."

"I know you do," she said softly and cleaned my hand with cotton.

"Shut up!" I jerked my hand away and walked off.

"Who put medicine on my wound last night?" She shouted from behind and made me pause.

Rolling my eyes, I turned around to face her. "Do you really think I care about you?" I scoffed.

"I think you are a good person, Martinez."

"Do you want me to burst your nose to prove my cruelty?" I sneered. She said nothing and kept watching me. "Let me clear you one thing, Miss Davidson. I decide when you live and when you die. I own you and I'll never let you free from this nightmare." I went closer to her, making her step back. "You'll be dying every day."

"I'm sorry about the pain I caused," she whispered before she twirled around and left.