His Lethal Love
Chapter 6

Present.

Camille POV.

"Hold it..." Maura threw a heavy bag of makeup at me and smirked when I couldn't catch it. After a moment, she turned around and resumed walking. Everywhere we went, the paparazzi followed us. Not that she was a famous actor, but because she was Scott Martinez's fiancee. Everyone was hugely obsessed with him. The paparazzi would stop at nothing to catch one glimpse of him.

I pressed her makeup bag against my chest and followed her quietly. She was working on her next project as she was playing the role of Princess Aurora in her upcoming movie. Maura flew open the door of her car and slipped inside. She wore black glasses while her other hand stayed on the steering wheel. I climbed into the passenger seat and she started to drive. Without thinking through she rushed through the crowd of people, making them scream and jump. She laughed when a middle-aged paparazzi fell on the road with his camera.

"Isn't it funny?" She said while chewing bubble gum. "How does it feel to make others hurt, Camille?"

"I don't know," I spat and looked out of the window.

"Who knows better than you?"

"I don't hurt innocent people!" I gritted out.

"You hurt us."

"Well, you're a bitch," I sneered, and she slammed on the brake, causing my head to bump into the dashboard.

"And what about Scott?" she asked with a clenched jaw, glaring at me hard.

It hurt me more than I had ever imagined. I wanted to express myself, but I shrugged it off. "It's not my business to talk about him.

"It's a pity he doesn't realize how much you love him. He doesn't give a damn about you." she laughed, and my fists tightened. "It will be fun to watch him torture you and you won't be able to save your sorry-ass."

After a few miles of driving, she parked the car in the deserted area of Boston where the shooting would take place. The set was packed with vehicles and people.

"What the fuck, Maura." The blonde, thin boy screamed out while running towards us, "Why are you fucking late today?"

"Hold your tongue, Kat," Maura clipped and marched away.

"Who's she?" Kat asked her as he glanced my way.

"She's no one...!" she yelled at him, causing him to jolt. "Now stop talking and get my hair and makeup done quickly."

I followed her as she strutted towards her makeup van. After she got inside the van, I followed her and squinted in discomfort as the bright light of the van pricked my eyes. The van was huge and lavish.

As soon as we got inside, a woman carrying a long white furry gown approached Maura. Makeup artists and hairstylists were also waiting inside.

It took Maura an hour to get changed and get her makeover done. She looked stunning in her white mermaid gown and her hair done in a loose braid. Her make-up was heavy and sophisticated. I had always been jealous of Maura because of her beautiful green eyes and light golden hair. Everyone wanted her because of her grace. She was naturally so beautiful that she didn't require any makeup to look attractive.

Scott loved her for her and he hated me for me. I would never replace Maura, nor did I was intending to be like her. What Scott didn't know was that she was a real bitch. He had never believed me and I knew he would never... He loved her so blindly that he believed her every lie.

I hated him because he loved her so much, but I despised him because he believed I was wrong. I had been wrong at some point, but I had never hurt innocent people. I used Samuel to get Scott, but who knows, I would get used by him. "Camille!" I jumped back when Maura shouted near my ear.

"Yes..." I looked at her. She had an expression like a wildcat.

"Where the fuck are you?" She spoke out nastily.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled and stepped toward her. Everyone was watching me, puzzled and frowning.

"Get me a cup of coffee." She ordered me and nodded towards the small kitchen left side of the van.

"Give me a few minutes." I nodded and rushed inside to get her coffee. I grabbed the coffee maker and made her coffee.

"Get my script..." Maura nodded to her manager, Kat, and he disappeared to fetch her script.

"Oh my God, Maura. You look so gorgeous," the hairstylist said.

"She's so perfect," Dresser whispered to her.

"What do you think? Why does Scott choose me to be his wife?" Maura smirked, eyeing me.

"You two are a perfect match." One of the women said.

I ignored her chit-chat and focused on my work. Surprisingly, I didn't care if she was doing this to make me feel worthless. I knew I was an average-looking girl, with no slender body, no big busts, and no flawless face, despite that, I was trying to make myself better. In a few moments, I got her coffee ready and handed it to her.

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She let out an exasperated sigh and sat down on the couch before bringing the cup to her mouth. She took a long sip and her face cringed when she tasted it. "Ew...what's this?" "Coffee..." I sat flatly.

"This is not fucking coffee!" she flared and threw the entire thing on me. I gasped when hot liquid scorched my skin and made it red.

"Jesus, Camille?" Kat exclaimed and approached me. "God..." he quickly grabbed a fistful of paper towels and wet them with cold water before drying me. "Are you okay, darling?" He asked gently.

I sighed and gave him a forced nod. "Yes, thank you."

"She's okay. Get the hell away from her!" Maura growled. "She doesn't need anyone's help."

"You need patience, Maura." Kat spat and moved away from me.

I rose to my feet and disappeared into the bathroom to get myself clean.

*******

Hours passed since the shooting had started and I had eaten nothing since morning. My stomach was rumbling with hunger and I so badly wanted food. I glanced at Maura as she was playing her role confidently. I was waiting for her to get her role over and release me from her invisible prison. I would have to stay with her the entire time as per Scott's order. I made her another coffee, got her lunch ready, and cleaned her van but ate nothing. She had made me do everything that would humiliate me and hurt my dignity.

"Hey..." Kat said and took a seat next to me. He wanted to help me, but Maura didn't let him. "Here you go." I frowned when I saw pizza.

"No, thank you."

"You've eaten nothing since morning."

"I'm not hungry," I lied with a smile.

"You look so pale and colorless," he said and brushed my hair off my face.

"Don't touch me." I snapped, and he frowned.

"Relax, I'm gay." He laughed.

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"I know." I sighed and shook this topic away. "Is Kat your real name?"

"No, my name is Knox Christopher, but everyone calls me Kat." A blush spread across his thin face. "I just love being called Kat."

"You're a nice person, Kat," I said with a genuine smile and went into the van to get Maura's vitamin pills.

My heart skipped a beat when I found Scott sitting in the van. He was leaning against the couch, staring at the ceiling blankly. Once he heard my footsteps, he straightened himself and looked at me. His eyes narrowed once he recognized me. I fixed my glasses and stepped inside, fidgeting. I felt my heartbeats beating harder and harder as I got closer to him. His eyes focused on me like a hawk. He looked even more handsome when he showed no expression. Ignoring his eyes, I rummaged through the drawers, but a pill bottle couldn't be found. I felt his sweet scent come closer to me as he stepped nearer me. A gasp escaped my lips when his huge body pressed into my back and made my skin tingle. He covered my hand with his palm and laid his head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, breathing sharply. I winced when he grabbed my hand and examined it. It was the same hand where I had earned red spots from Maura. "Who did this?" He asked, and I said nothing. The next moment, he grasped my waist and flipped me around, making me face him. He examined my hand for a few beats before he intertwined his hand with mine. "Does it hurt you?" He asked, and I shook my head no. He squeezed my hand harder, causing me to yelp in pain. "Does it hurt you?" He asked, and I shook my head. His grip tightened around my hand and tears formed in my eyes due to severe pain. "Does it hurt you, Miss Davidson?"

I shook my head, even though it was completely killing me. His grip loosened when accidentally tears fell from my eyes as he paused, watching me with a blank expression.

"I'll never give you satisfaction, Mr. Martinez," I said with my trembling lips, grabbed a bottle of vitamin pills, and was about to get away from him, but he gripped my hand and shoved me back to the same place roughly.

"I don't want fucking satisfaction!" he said with a flared nostril and pressed me into the cabinet, his hot breathing blowing across my face. "All I want is your..."

"Sir...!" Suddenly, Kat's shout broke out in the air. "Sir, Maura..." he stopped in the middle when he saw the two of us together. His expression showed pure shock as he was noticing how close Scott was to me.

"What Maura...?" Scott growled out and stepped away from me, allowing me to breathe properly.

"Maura faints down..." he announced, and Scott stood upright.

Without a word, he rushed out of the van and sprinted towards the set. Kat gazed at me curiously for a long minute. I almost thought he would ask me about us, but he turned around and followed Scott.

I blew out a breath and looked at my hand. I winced when I felt a slight pain. Scott's calloused hand had left a fingerprint around my wrist. He hated me so much that he wanted to hurt me so badly. He needed excuses to wound my heart and my body.

'No...no...!' Scott was screaming agonizingly and grasped my hand to stop me, but I didn't stop. I kept stabbing Samuel's heart repeatedly and made his flesh and blood splatter across my face. "Camille, stop it... stop it..." finally Scott was able to tear me away from his brother's dead body.

I gasped for air as my eyes glared at Samuel, whose eyes were wide open and his mouth agape opened as he was staring at the ceiling. He was dead and his body froze like ice. I had killed him.

"Samuel..." And suddenly my stone heart melted when I saw Scott. He was crying. He was crying harder. I had never seen this boy crying, but he was weeping like a baby for his dead brother. 'Samuel...' he looked around in desperation for help. 'Somebody please help... please help...' he begged and begged and begged...