His Lethal Love
Chapter 85

Scott POV.

As I dashed into the female restroom, my eyes bugged out to see Camille lying on the floor. "Cam!!" I screamed, reaching out for her. "Camille!" I patted her cheek gently, but she didn't reply. She was unconscious. Suddenly, my eyes caught fingerprints on her neck. "What the fuck!" I grabbed her up and got out of there right away.

Putting her body in the car, I drove straight to the hospital. After admitting her, the doctor informed me that her condition was stable. There was an attempt to kill her, but who on earth would do that? My first step was to call Robinson and ask for his guest list. After that, I contacted my private investigator's contact and told him to examine every guest on the list.

Unaware, I was being thrown against the wall when Conan brutally grabbed my neck and pushed me backward. "You did that to her. You fucking did that to her!" He roared in my ear, grabbing hold of my collar. "You caused her that. You tried to kill her!"

Without speaking a word I ripped his grip off my neck and threw him away. "Get off me...!" He didn't give me time to finish as he slammed his fist right into my face. My eyes watered and excruciating pain shot through my nose and jaw. I touched it and blood stained my fingertips. "You fucking bastard...!" Before I could steady my body he blew another hit under my jaw. "Fuck!" I grunted as I staggered on my feet but quickly stilled my body to keep from collapsing on the floor. When he leapt into me again I blocked him and shoved him away.

"Calm the fucking down, asshole!" I yelled at him and was about to strike his face but Rika came my way and stopped me.

"Scott!" She grabbed my shoulders, preventing me from stepping further. "Please, don't do that, people are watching you." She whispered and glanced at Conan who was snarling at me like a savage animal. "I'll sue him for the harm he did to you. As your secretary, it's my duty."

"You...!" Conan advanced on her but I quickly pushed her aside, staring right into his eyes threateningly. If he tried to hurt her I would not think twice before beating him to a pulp.

"Stay the fuck away from her!"

"And you stay the fuck away from Camille!" He retorted with clenched teeth.

It was kind of weird seeing Conan furious because he was known for his charm and flirty behavior. What hurt me was seeing the genuine protection and possessiveness for Camille in his eyes? Does he truly love Cam? Or... I glanced at Rika who was staring at Conan with eyes I had never noticed before.

Jealousy!

Did she feel jealous of her friend?

Or...

She was angry!

I looked back at Conan. He was running his fingers through his hair, sighing in exasperation like he was exhausted.

"Listen, Conan, I would never think of harming Camille in my lifetime. I knew I was wrong in the past but ...."

"But unfortunately, you hurt her in the present." Conan laughed sarcastically. "Didn't you, Scott? Everything was well planned."

"You didn't know our past so you better not interfere with this matter," I said, giving him a warning.

"I will always interfere when it is about my girlfriend."

"She is not your girlfriend dammit!" I growled at him.

"Didn't she tell you we are still fucking each other?" Conan hissed out, glancing at Rika.

"You know what?"

"Mr. Martinez," the doctor interrupted us. "Miss Davidson woke up."

After glaring at Conan one last time, I made my way to her room. I walked inside, replaceing her eyes open. She stared blankly at the ceiling. However, once she heard my footsteps she turned her head at me with a strange expression on her face. "Where were you at the party?" she asked and I sighed, defeated.

"I had a meeting with Jackson. I'm sorry," I said guiltily.

"You left me alone." My heart ached when she whispered those words. "I thought you were the one who attacked me..."

"I can't..." I blurted out, cutting her off in mid. "Jesus Christ, Camille! How could you think that I would attack you?"

She looked away and fell silent for a few minutes. "He looked like Samuel. Everything about him reminded me of him. His eyes, scent, and voice. I thought you were pretending to be him. I am scared, Scott. I am so fucking scared."

"You don't need to be scared, trust me, Cam. You don't need to. I won't let anything happen to you even if it costs my life." She snapped her head at me, watching with a surprised expression. I approached her and sat down on a stool beside her bed and held her hand gently, looking into her eyes. "Just give me one chance. I'll prove my love."

She didn't shake my hand away and let me hold her for a while. "I want you to promise me one thing." "Sure."

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"You'll never ask for my daughter's custody no matter what."

I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand on her palm and nodding my head. "I will never ask for her custody whatever the circumstances are."

The footsteps echoed behind me and Conan and Rika entered the room. I got up and let Conan take my place. He embraced Camille quickly and kissed her forehead. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Camille smiled, glancing at Rika who was standing with slouched shoulders.

"Rika..."

Rika raised her eyes to see Camille and slowly walked up to her bed. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me." She smiled nervously.

"Um...I'm sorry for being cruel to you in the last few weeks. I knew you never deserved this kind of treatment," Camille whispered almost guiltily. She turned to Conan. "Do you know she is my best friend?" Conan laughed bitterly, looking up at Rika. "She is the one who saved my life twelve years ago. She is my savior." "Camille..." Rika tried to stop her by squeezing her shoulder and shaking her head. "Please I don't want you to..."

"No, let me finish, Rika. He should know your story." Camille took a long breath before continuing. "I don't know what terrible things Rika had done to you, Conan, but for me, she had always been my superhero. When the world turned against me she was there for me. When Samuel was raping..." Camille looked at me and I averted my eyes quickly. "She saved me from that beast. I would not have been alive if Rika hadn't saved me that day. She took hits and beats in my place. Samuel beat the shit out of her and threw her out of the window..." Camille's lips trembled as she stopped speaking and her face crumbled into tears.

Rika didn't look anywhere as her eyes were fixed on the floor, her jaw clenched and her fingers curled into fists. It looked like she would collapse at any moment so I walked up to her and grabbed her shoulder. Her body was shaking, but not a single tear slipped from her eyes. She stood strong and stiff. I hated myself for not believing Camille and Rika at that time. I hated my brother. I wanted to kill him again with my own hands. It never occurred to me that he could be so monstrous. He was fucking beast.

There would never be an end to those ugly memories, no matter how many times I apologized to them. Had my brother not done enough harm that I...

Shit!

As I sat Rika down on the couch, I offered her a glass of water. With a trembling hand, she grabbed it and gulped the whole contents in one go. Suddenly the entire room fell into heavy silence and the atmosphere became tense. Conan spoke nothing, his face flashing guilt and remorse. He plucked a tissue from a tissue box and handed it to Camille. She wiped her tears and blew her nose.

"I'm missing Colette," she smiled sadly, changing the subject. "Can you bring her here?" she asked Conan.

He nodded, sprang to his feet, and walked out of the room. I found myself unwanted in the room so I got up and left Camille and Rika alone. Those two needed to sort out their problem.

The most significant thing for me was to replace the person who tried to kill Camille. I received a call from my investigator. He wanted to meet me in private. I drove straight to one of my properties and talked to him. He told me about a few new faces who were attending the party last night. I immediately ordered him to replace out where they were.

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I drove to my penthouse and grabbed my laptop, starting to explore the people my investigator gave names to. The first name was Fawn Norwan. She was an English television personality. On Google, I clicked on her images. She was a tall, slim blonde woman with green eyes. She probably wasn't the one. Camille said his personality was like Samuel so he was a man. I searched for the next name. It was Derick Rhodes. He was also a television personality. He was a short and sturdy man in his mid-forties. Hell, no! He couldn't be the one. I typed another name Jake Miller, a teen boy. I sighed, reading further names.

After a while, I sank into the couch. Due to exhaustion, every muscle in my body tightened. Yawning, I stood up and walked to the bathroom. Taking my clothes off I stepped into a warm shower, relieving my tensed muscles. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, closing my eyes. My mind drifted to the party last night, remembering people's faces.

When I didn't recall anything I threw my fist at the wall angrily. "Fuck! Who the fuck can do that?"

"Scott..." I froze the moment I heard her seductive voice. I spun around to see Maura standing in the doorway, naked.

Dammit!

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted at her and quickly grabbed a towel to cover my body. "Get out of here, Maura."

"No!" she stopped me while stepping closer to me. She stuck her naked body against mine and wrapped her fingers around my dick. "Mmm..."

Gritting my teeth, I pushed her away. "Stop it now, Maura."

"I want you." She pouted and kneeled in front of me. "...in my mouth."

"No!" I snarled and wrapped the towel around me but she snatched it away from my hand and flung it out of the room. "Fuck me first." She smiled like a maniac.

"Muara!!" I glared at her coldly.

"Please..." she begged. "Please...please..."

Looking at her, I felt a mixture of hatred and sympathy. It wasn't her fault, but rather her drug addiction. She had become a junkie.

Fuck!

"Maura, listen..." Suddenly I heard the ding of the elevator and someone stepped inside.

"Scott!"

I stopped breathing the moment I heard Camille calling me.