PresentCamille"Get out of here!" When Scott's voice thundered into the room, I froze. He stepped into the room, narrowing his eyes on Kat and Archie, who stood by my side. "Get the fuck out.""What are you gonna do with her now?" Archie demanded through his clenched teeth. Scott's eyes narrowed in slit as he stared at him. "This is none of your fucking business!" He spoke sharply with a menacing look. "You must stop torturing her, Scott. This is not you.""Do I ask for your suggestion, Garcia?" He snarled. "You..." "I said stay fuck out of here!" Scott barked and made all of us flinch. Archie clenched his fists, glaring at Scott with the same resentment, but he said nothing and left. Kat left me too, which shook me to the core. As Scott's terrifying gaze stayed fixed on me, I gripped the blanket in my hands. "Unfortunately, you're still alive," he sneered, and I blinked at hostility. "Is it possible for me to let you die, Camille Davidson?"...Let me die before I bleed your he

Present Scott“Let mu...” 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…”

PresentCamille For the filming of his movie, Scott traveled to Norway. It had been a week since we last saw each other. Maura returned that day as she had gone with him to spend some quality time. In the newspaper, I read about them everywhere. A picture of them kissing on the beach at sunset was all over social media. A rumor was also circulating that they would soon wed. This all made me distressed. Despite knowing that Scott would never love me still I had tiny hope in my heart that one day he would consider me something. What he was giving Maura I just wanted a small part of it. I wanted to make a little space in his heart. I brushed his thought away before parking the car in front of Maura’s house. On my way to the supermarket, I bought some groceries that Maura’s private chef had asked me for. Archie was busy with the new movie as he was a producer of a big production house, and Kate went to the airport to pick up Maura. With a sigh, I grabbed the grocery bag from the backsea

PresentCamille “Maura, please…” Before I could finish the sentence, Michael ripped my t-shirt off my body, causing me to freeze in shock. Defeated, I squeezed my eyes, falling to my knees and begging for help. “Come here, bitch!” Michael grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet. Grinding my teeth, I snatched the wine bottle off the table and slammed it right into his head, causing him to bleed. A moment later, he reached out to touch his head and looked at his hand with horror. The next second, his eyes rolled back in his head before his body landed on the ground. I heard people suck into breath behind me as I was still holding a broken wine bottle and blood was trickling from it. Michael lay flat on the floor. I stared at his body as he remained motionless. His blood spread slowly across the white, pristine floor. “Is he dead?” the redhead asked, her voice filled with fear. “What have you done?” Maura exclaimed as she stepped next to me. “Shit!” she softly kicked Michae

Past ScottThe rumor spread through the entire school that my nerd brother, Samuel Martinez, was sleeping with Camille Davidson. When I saw Samuel and Camille kissing in the parking lot, my doubt was cleared. Arms around arms, their lips sucking one another. This sight angered me without knowing why. I didn’t want my brother to get hurt or end up with something I couldn’t bear. I once dreamed of holding Camille in my arms. I always dreamt of being close to her. I liked to listen to her voice. I liked her eyes. When she was angry, I liked it. What I disliked about her was her cruelty. She did what she liked. Her actions were always hurtful. After being injured, Maura was slowly recovering and would resume classes soon. I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t missing her. I missed her, but more than that, I missed Camille Davidson. There was an enormous change in her. Recently, she began behaving unexpectedly, becoming silent and cold. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I found a differ