His Lethal Love
Chapter 47

Present.

Camille POV.

"How long will you stay like that, Cami?" Conan asked with a hint of annoyance. "You seem lost somewhere..." he approached me and sat next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Cami, are you alright?"

"I don't know..." I shook my head, brushing my tears away. "I heard he is getting married next week. Is it true? He never texted me back nor did he reply to any of my calls. Why did he betray me? I think he was the one who posted all our intimate pictures and videos on the internet. He has planned everything since day one."

"I have told you many times to stay the fuck away from Scott Martinez," Conan said angrily. "But you never listen to me."

"Because I was blindly in love with him, Conan. I have loved him since childhood. Did you know I slept with his twin brother because he had Scott's face?" I closed my eyes in misery, swallowing hard. My throat turned dry. "But I never thought that would turn out to be my biggest mistake. He made my intimate videos secretly and threatened to post them on the internet if I did not sleep with him. He forced himself on me, beat me, killed my baby, and put my best friend in a coma. And I punished him with my own hands. I killed him. Did I do wrong, Conan? Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not, Cami. You did it right." He squeezed my shoulder. "Killing him was fucking right. You did nothing wrong. Does Scott know the truth?"

I shook my head, sniffing. "He never gave me a chance to speak in the past. But when he did, I didn't tell him the truth. Maura threatened me that she would kill my brother if I told Scott the truth."

"Does Maura know everything?"

"Everything..."

"Bitch!" He hissed, clenching his hand into a fist. "I'm gonna blacklist her from Hollywood. How could she stand up to a rapist?"

"I just can't think straight, Conan."

"You need to clear your head first and it's not gonna work by sitting on four walls. Come with me. We are off to the most prestigious club in town."

"I don't know if..."

"Cami, I won't take no for an answer," Conan interrupted, his eyes hardening on me. "He is enjoying his life, why can't you? You must stand up for yourself. Let him know that you don't give a flying fuck about his revenge. His goal will be achieved if you keep doing this to yourself. Did you know he just broke a small, alive part of you? I want the same spark that was within you eight years ago, Cami."

"I don't know if I'll ever be that happy and alive again. Love makes you vulnerable and it is fucking true. That piece of shit has done this to me."

"If you keep holding on to your past, you won't be able to enjoy your present, Cami. You are grieving things that have already happened in your life. You can't fucking change them, can you? Our past is either our enemy or our friend. For me, my past was my enemy so I beat it with my success."

"I wish I could be strong enough to let things go," I muttered and he sighed, staring into my eyes. I could see the pain in his eyes. "Conan, please....I'm dragging you through this. I don't want you to spoil your future for me."

"I said I wanted you in my life and I meant it, Cami. I'm not a liar and I'm not a traitor. Just give me a chance." He curled his fingers around my hand. "Just let me make you happy for once."

I said nothing for a long while as Conan waited for my reply. It was very difficult for me to say yes to him. I gave him a curt nod and a smile spread across his lips.

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As we entered the nightclub people were smoking outside. Well-muscled bouncers checked us out before letting us inside. The moment we entered the club the loud music thudded under our feet as couples were dancing, sweating, and screaming in each other's ears to be heard. The smell of sweat, beer, cologne, and perfume wafted in the air.

"What if they recognize us?" I yelled in Conan's ear as the music was too loud.

"They won't... if you..." He grinned before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his broad chest. I gasped. "If you stop behaving weird."

"By the way, long hair suits you." I smiled and twirled my finger around his fake shoulder-length hair.

"You look stunning, Cami." I checked myself. I wore an off-shoulder purple dress and straightened my hair. I wore extra makeup and made my lips look pulpy to disguise myself.

"You've got legs." Our bodies started moving with the music.

"Women are checking out on you." I glanced past Conan at a couple of women who were checking him repeatedly. Blonde whispered something to the brunette, and they broke into giggles. "Would you like to drink something?"

"We've decided that we won't drink alcohol." I glared at him. "We're here just for..."

"Just for dancing?" Conan laughed. "Only one glass, Cami. It won't kill you, will it?" "Um..." Before I could speak anything else he dragged me to the bar counter.

"Champagne..." Conan nodded to the bartender.

After a few minutes, Conan slid a glass toward me. "Enjoy it." He winked and took a sip from his glass.

"Hey, hottie..." a gorgeous woman approached Conan and placed her manicured hands on his shoulder. "Would you like to dance with me?"

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I held back my smile when Conan gave her a toothy smile, showing off his black teeth that he painted purposely. He looked awful with those black teeth.

"Eww, what was that...?" the woman said and retreated.

"Cavity..." Conan grinned, giving me a wink.

"You're disgusting." she spat and walked away. She joined her group and said something to them. They glared at us before turning their backs on us.

"You..." I broke into a laugh. "Look laughable with those teeth..." I grabbed Conan's arm to steady my body as I clutched my stomach, laughing hard. "I want you to stop smiling like a lunatic." "Am I looking that ridiculous?" Conan pouted, sending another wave of laughter to me.

"Stop it!!" I smacked his shoulder, laughing hard.

Suddenly, Conan stopped speaking and stared at me.

I cleared my throat and straightened myself. "I'm sorry." I had to bite into my lower lip to stop smiling.

"When was the last time you laughed like this?"

Suddenly, despair washed over me. "When I was with Rika." I smiled sadly. "She always put a smile on my face no matter what. She was the kind of friend everyone wants in their lives."

"She was something to you." He sighed. "You look like a teen when you laugh. I wish I could make you laugh more."

"You're doing enough for me, baby."

Conan paused. "Oh my god did you call me baby?"

"Maybe..." I smiled. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's cool. I liked it. Cool." Conan sang. "Ahh...ahhh...be around me."

"Yeah, I am around...round...round..." I danced and busted into a laugh. "I think I am a little tipsy."

"Nah, you are fucking drunk..." Conan caught my arm when I lost my balance. "You can't hold alcohol, can you?"

"I'm missing Rika," I mumbled. "We used to go to a nightclub every weekend. Since we didn't have friends in high school, no one was invited to their parties so we enjoyed ourselves. The day she slipped into a coma I became the loneliest person in the world. I never realized she was every source of my happiness."

"I want to meet your friend."

"Her father won't let me meet her. It had been years since I last saw her. Somewhere I am happy that I don't have to look at her like that. Every time I replace her on the bed, I feel a pang of guilt in my chest. I caused her that."

"Just don't blame yourself, Cam," Conan warned, suddenly, getting serious. "You'll never blame yourself for anything. Understood?"

I nodded and poured myself a glass of wine and downed it in one go.

"You need to stop now, woman." He snatched the glass from my hand.

"Conan..." I groaned and jumped to catch the glass. "Give me my fucking glass!"

"No, Cami."

Suddenly, nausea hit me hard as I rushed to the washroom and threw up hard. "Ugh!" I gasped. My head was throbbing with severe pain.

"Cami, what happened?" Conan barged into the washroom.

"Overconsumption..." I grinned and washed my mouth and face.

"I told you." He sighed. "Are you okay?"

"No, my head is hurting like a bitch." I groaned. "I need to go home."

"Yeah." Conan nodded and we drove back home. "I don't want to leave you alone. Are you comfortable with coming to my place?"

"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, leaning against the seat but again a wave of nausea hit me. "Stop the car!" I shouted and Conan slammed on the brake. I hurried out and threw up, coughing. "We need to go to the doctor." Conan handed me a bottle of water.

"Ugh, no!"