His Lethal Love
Chapter 50

Present.

Scott POV.

A feeling of agitation filled my entire body. I couldn't sit still as I walked from one end of the hospital hallway to the other. Maura was fighting for her life in the emergency room. The only thing I was praying for was that she would survive. I made a mistake by inviting Camille to our wedding ceremony. It would never have happened if I hadn't invited her.

When I entered, everyone watched me and snapped their heads at me. When they saw me, curiosity killed their eyes. They did not seem too pleased to see me there. No one attempted to get an autograph or take pictures of me. There was just a strange look on everyone's face as they looked at me.

The news that had recently been broadcast in the waiting room made my hair stand on end. My eyes were fixed on the screen and I leaned back in a chair. I saw myself dragging Camille from the lounge and throwing her onto the street like trash. She fell to her knees and broke into a silent cry.

The sight of her like that broke my heart knowing what she had done to Maura.

When Conan approached her, he quickly wrapped his arms around her fragile body, saving her from further humiliation. While crying heavily on his shoulder, Conan spoke something to her before hugging her tightly once again. The whole country became enthralled by Camille and Conan's story. This scene was replayed endlessly. While trying to divert my attention from those two, I grabbed a magazine lying on the table. Goddammit!

I don't want to think about her.

There will never be a time when she is mine.

She needed to move on for her own good, so I let her go.

She doesn't belong in my life.

It would be great if she would stay far away from me.

She is the last person I want to see.

"Mr. Martinez..." the doctor called me out.

"Yes, Doc." I sprang to my feet and walked up to him.

"Miss Garcia is suffering from internal bleeding and needs a blood transfusion," the doctor said. "Before we begin this procedure, there is the paperwork we need to complete." I nodded and held the paper in my hand. "Please, complete it as soon as you can." "Yeah, sure," I muttered and looked at the papers.

"Scott..." Archie approached me and examined the papers in my hand. "What is this? What is the condition of my sister?"

"She needs a blood transfusion, suffering from internal bleeding," I whispered and scanned his exhausted face. He looked like he hadn't slept for days. His tie hung around his neck, his white shirt matted in blood, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Are you okay?"

"Of course not!" he spat. "How can I be fucking okay when my sister is dying?"

"Don't worry, she'll be fine," I said and headed for the receptionist.

"This all happened because of you!" Archie screamed from behind me, making my feet pause. I slowly turned to him, surveying my eyes around us. His words caught the attention of the people watching us with keen interest. "You should not have played with two hearts. Just because of you, one person's life was fucked and the other is in danger of losing her life. Their lives were at stake."

I clenched my hands into fists. "I'll talk to you about it, Archie, but not here because I don't want my personal life to be the source of entertainment. I've had enough. My patience has been exhausted, so please shut up and go back home." "You are not doing..."

"I said leave!" I clipped and turned around, walking straight to the receptionist without a second glance at him. I knew what he was feeling at the moment because I had felt the same when Camille slaughtered my brother in front of my eyes. I was unable to do anything. We might have ended up in a different situation if I had tried to stop her there.

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Maura was getting better. She was recovering very fast. The doctor told me she was lucky that her heart was not stabbed and her corset saved her. I was relieved to see her healthy. I was sitting next to her bed and talking to her to make her feel better. She had lost weight since the accident as she looked weak and lifeless.

"I'm happy to see you again, love," she smiled and tried to sit down. I helped her to sit in a comfortable position. When Camille stabbed my heart, I thought I would never see you again, but our love was so strong that it saved me from death. I wanted to live for you, Scott." She broke into tears, her lower lip trembling as she was speaking.

Suddenly the door flew open and Kate dashed into the room without even knocking. He was panting like he had been running for an hour. His expression was concerned as he looked at me. "Scott!" he gasped.

"What happened, Kate?" I asked, rising to my feet and approaching him.

"Camille...she is leaving this city and moving to Miami. I heard she is nine weeks pregnant."

For a few moments, I stood still as his words processed in my head and then suddenly realization struck me. "Pregnant!" I exclaimed. "Where did you hear that?"

"A week ago, she came to the same hospital for an examination. During the conversation with the doctor, she provided me with the information." Kate searched for something in my eyes, but I resisted my emotions. I wore my stern expression. I had made love to her and that was the most beautiful thing I had ever done to anyone else.

"Have you asked the name of your father?" I asked quietly. I knew the answer. I knew it was mine. I was the one who impregnated her.

"Name..." Kate's eyes fell into sadness as he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Conan..."

And my body slouches in distress. "How could it be?" I muttered firmly, preventing myself from speaking further. I glanced at Maura whose eyes raised in a questioning look. "Forget it!" I said and left the room. I felt my hand curl into a fist as anger roared through me. I wanted to scream, fight and run. Adrenaline rushed through my body as my heart was racing. Why the fuck I was angry hearing that news. She had never been anything to me. I had no right on her. She could fuck whoever she wanted. She can be with anyone fucking else.

She is not fucking mine but still my heart...

I stopped walking and ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling sharply. "Fuck!" I hissed and flung my fist into a nearby wall angrily.

"Scott," someone called me from behind me. I replaced my expression with neutral as I turned around to see Archie. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to breathe some fresh air so I came here," I said without looking at him.

"I'm heading to the studio, wanna come with me? Mr. Black has been asking about you."

"No, I'll stay with Maura."

"Okay." He shrugged and disappeared down the hallway.

I turned around and stepped into the elevator. Suddenly my phone rang, making me groan in frustration. Fishing out my phone from my pocket I checked the unknown number on the screen. I was about to swipe the red button but then Camille popped into my head. It might be her. Swiping the green button, I pressed my cell phone against my ear and listened to the voice.

"Scott..." I heard a familiar female voice. "It's Rika..."

I drove straight to the address she gave me. My heart was throbbing, my hands were clammy and sweat trickled down my neck due to agitation. I couldn't believe she woke up from the coma after eight fucking years. I had so many fucking questions running through my mind but I didn't have the answer to any of them. I felt strange inside. I didn't know why I was afraid to go there. I didn't want to meet her but my heart wanted to be there. I didn't know why she didn't call Camille.

Damn! The more I thought the less I knew.

I pulled up in front of a small two-story house. Immediately a middle-aged man came out as if he had been waiting for me. I instantly recognized him. He was Rika's father.

"Mr. Martinez..." his eyes lit up to see me there. "You have become such a prominent personality in the world."

I ignored him and headed straight toward the house. I cringed as soon as I stepped inside. The stench of disinfectant and smoke drifted in the air. The wooden floor creaked under my shoes as I walked into the living room. I looked at Rika's mother in the kitchen, preparing coffee but she stopped working once her eyes landed on me.

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped, shocked to see me. "You...you..."

"Yeah, he is Scott Martinez," Mr. Cruz said with a huge smile.

"Where is Rika?"

Gloominess overtook Mrs. Cruz's face. "She just woke from a coma."

"She called me," I said.

"We knew that," she said, looking at her husband. When he nodded something at her she looked back at me. "She wanted to meet you." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Please don't tell her the bad news. It might impact her brain again."

"And don't talk about Camille," Mr. Cruz said while leading me to Rika's room.

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We entered the second room on the ground floor. My eyes took in the purple curtains, flowery ceiling, and dark hardwood flooring of the room. That room was different from the rest of the house. Rika was lying on the bed, her eyes closed and an IV attached to her veins. There was also a monitor but it was disconnected from her since she came into her consciousness. The nurse's eyes widened in surprise when she saw me but she said nothing and walked out of the room without a word.

"She wants to talk to you. She thinks Camille is living with you so she called you straight. She also tried to contact Camille but her contact number is no longer working."

"Fortunately, mine is still working," I laughed, examining her. Rika looked unrecognizable to me. Her hair was golden and her skin was so white that it seemed like she had no blood in her body. I walked closer to her and looked down. I never liked her in high school but that day I felt sympathy for her in this situation. She has spent eight years on that bed.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, and she stared directly at me. "Scott..." there was a surprise in her voice. "I thought you wouldn't come." I helped her to lean against the headboard. "Where is Camille?" She glanced past me to check, but there was no one there. "Where is she, Scott?"

"She is not with me," I said quietly, glancing at her parents who seemed uncertain.

"I thought the two of you would be together for these eight years. I also thought that you would have so many children. Do you know how much she loves you?" Rika smiled. How genuine she looked. "Did she tell you the truth?" "What truth?" I frowned and Mr. Cruz squeezed my arm, clearing his throat.

"Truth.."

"Yeah, I know everything." I cut her off and glanced at Mrs. Cruz who seemed like she was shell shocked.

Rika smiled. "Have you told her that I woke up from a coma? I tried to contact her but couldn't reach her."

"I'll let her know." I ran my fingers through my hair in confusion. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "I gotta go now."

Rika smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. I sighed and stepped up to her bed and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I promise I'll bring your friend next time with me."

"Thanks, Scott." Tears gathered in her eyes. "Is she okay?"

I paused. My jaw flexed. "Yeah, she's fine," I said. "Now, take care of yourself, Rika." I smiled tightly and headed out. I sighed heavily once I got out of the room. "What the hell is she talking about?" I demanded once Mr. Ryan Cruz stepped out of the room.

He looked hesitant before he spoke out, "We told Rika that Camille is living a happy life with you. The doctor told us not to tell her the bad news."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I gritted my teeth out. "You saw the news despite that..."

"Before you can judge, you need to know the truth, boy," Mrs. Cruz shouted from behind me. Frowning, I turned around to see her stony expression. "Come with me."

I frowned and didn't budge from my place.

"Come on, I'm gonna show you the truth," she said and led me upstairs to a room where Shakira's posters were sticking everywhere. "This room used to be Rika's before she slipped into a coma."

She picked up a pen drive and held it in front of me. "This pen drive Rika stole from your house. She collected it from your brother's room."

"What is it?" I asked, eyeing the pen drive in her hand.

She said nothing and inserted a pen drive into the laptop. The video loaded before my brother appeared on the screen. My attention was drawn to him.

'You ugly bitch! What do you think he will love you for?' Samuel scoffed as he crawled to bed and ran his fingers over Camille's bare breasts. My jaw clenched harder.

'Delete those videos!' Camille begged and Samuel slapped her breasts.

'Lower your voice, whore!' He smacked her again when Camille glared at him. 'Lower your eyes.'

My hands clenched into fists when he ripped her underwear before entering her brutally.

'Don't do this!' Camille screamed but he didn't stop and thrust into her roughly. My throat turned dry when I saw blood on the bed sheet.

Suddenly, the video paused when Mrs. Cruz turned it off. I looked at her horrified face. "Your brother was a monster. God knew what things he had done to that poor girl." she sniffed and wiped her tears. "I want to show you footage of when my daughter rushed to your place to save Camille."

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I swallowed hard, watching her as she inserted another pen drive and started the next video.

'You're a psychopath!' Camille screamed out. She stood naked in front of my brother. Her face was bruised.

'Cami...!Please forgive me, dear.' Samuel fell to his knees and begged her. 'Don't leave me... don't leave me... please don't leave me...' Camille clenched her hands into fists and made her way to the door. 'Don't blame me for this!' Samuel yelled before he shot out his hands and grabbed Camille's legs, making her fall to the ground. Her mouth bleeds when she knocks her face on the floor. "Is it hurting?" 'Fuck you, bastard!' Camille hissed.

'Well...' Samuel sneered before curling his fingers in her hair and dragging her to bed roughly. 'I'm gonna fuck you rough if you're a bitch all the time!'

'Scott will never forgive you,' Camille protested. 'You can have my body, but you'll never get my heart and soul because it belongs to your brother. Do you know why I slept with you?' 'Because you have his face.'

And he slapped her face angrily.

I breathed sharply. My fingers were shaking as I ran my fingers through my hair. My breath rasped.

'He won't love you!' Samuel smacked her cheek. 'You ugly bitch!' He ripped her panties and thrust himself inside her. She cried, fought, screamed, and shouted but he didn't let her go. 'You bastard...'

"Stop it now!" I yelled suddenly. "Stop it!" When they didn't turn off the video I rushed to the laptop and slammed it shut.

I squeezed my eyes, breathing heavily and listening to my pulsating heartbeat. I stayed quiet for a while, processing everything in my head. Samuel raped Camille. Fuck! My brother raped her. He fucking raped her. She told me the truth but I didn't listen to her. I never gave her a chance to speak.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I turned around to look at Mr. and Mrs. Cruz whose expressions were familiar with mine.

Horrified.

Mrs. Cruz walked up to me and held out a napkin. "Wipe your tears, boy," she said.

"Uh..." I frowned and turned to see my face in the mirror. I had tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away from my hand and headed out.

"Where are you heading?" she asked but I ignored her and climbed into my car.

Removing the phone from my pocket, I dialed Kate's number. He picked up my call in one ring. "Do you know where she is off to?" I breathed without waiting for him to speak.

"What are you talking about, Scott?"

"Dammit, tell me where Camille is?" I barked into the phone, trying hard to contain my emotions.

"Starke County Airport. She is flying to Miami," Kate said.

I hung up and raced down the road. I drove at high speed, breaking countless traffic rules. I knew she would never forgive me but I needed to stop her. I fucked needed to stop her. Goddammit! I slammed my palms on the steering wheel when I spotted traffic. My eyes were drawn to the bike near the cafe. Without thinking, I bolted out of the car and scurried to it.

I mounted the bike and pedalled straight to the airport. I felt people snapping their heads at me in surprise and some of them even took my pictures on their phones. I rode and rode and rode, ignoring the plenty of attention I was receiving on the highway.

After fifteen minutes of riding, I reached the airport. But there was a crowd of people gathering outside.

"What happened here? Why are all these people gathered there?" I asked one of the security guards who was struggling to hold back a woman. She was crying harder.

"A plane has crashed," he said. "While flying to Miami."