All Chapters of The Scam Called Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

☆Samira☆“What!” I yelled, leaping from my chair in a panic.I ran to the door and slammed it shut, my heart racing as I pressed my back against it, trying to steady myself.I inhaled in and out my chest on the verge of bursting out of my chest.This was not how I planned my encounter with that beast.Not like this.Definitely not dressed like this.I halted, glancing down at my bare feet and the delicate floral dress I wore.Of all days to choose simplicity, and that useless man had to make an appearance today?Why was here?Why not send his lawyers?I quickly called security, but a loud bang on the door interrupted me.“Open this door, this is Daniel!” he yelled, shaking the door. “I know you’re in there, open up and face me!”I froze in place.Could he possibly know it was me?Was he aware I was running this company?No, no, no, there’s no way he could.“Open this door right now, or I’ll break it down!” he threatened.I pressed my body against the door, fully aware he

☆Kate☆Scientists claim we can sense when we are on the brink of death, right before our final breath. That’s how I felt at this moment. The atmosphere around me felt thick and metallic, each breath a struggle.I was in a type of nightmare I knew I was not going to wake up from.She elegantly walked towards us like she was royalty and covered from head to toe what could cover my extravagant getaways for an entire month.And that gold necklace? It sparkled with diamonds, or so it seemed. But it was her icy gaze that truly jolted me back to reality.Her cold gaze was locked on Daniel, ignoring her surroundings.She approached, cameras flashing like paparazzi at a celebrity function.I forced a smile, gripping Daniel, who felt as rigid as a statue.I doubted he was even breathing.I scanned the scene, mortified. I tugged at Daniel’s hand again, trying to pull him out of his stupor, but he was frozen in place.Clearing my throat, I took the initiative to speak.“Sam

☆Daniel☆My fists were tightly balled and my chest weighed down, yet the moment her gaze met mine, my voice vanished again.I could see the pure hatred in her eyes, a stark contrast to the woman I once knew.The woman who always looked at me with so much love and hope.What else could I have anticipated after what I did to her, when she had been nothing but a devoted wife?“Say something! Are you really this stupid?” Kate yelled at me.“Hey hey hey,” Samira cut her off with a sly smile, “Give him a moment to gather his thoughts. So, Daniel, what were you about to say?” she continued, her confidence radiating.I had to look away again.She was… She was…I couldn’t quite put it into words, but the situation was embarrassing. “Just go,” I managed to say. “Please, leave.”“What! Are you out of your mind?” Kate lunged at me. “Did you just say please? Call security! Fine, I’ll do it myself!”“Hey, hey, it’s alright, I just came to bring flowers. Don’t they look lo

☆Samira☆I was deep in sleep, enjoying a perfect dream when a thunderous knock at the door jolted me awake.I blinked my eyes open, annoyance bubbling within me.“Ma'am! Ma'am! You need to see this!” Vin's voice echoed from the other side of the door.I hated being called "ma'am," as if I were some old woman, yet I didn’t want him to be too casual with me.Cameron had assured me that he was all business and would never overstep his bounds.But men often let their dicks do the talking. With a reluctant sigh, I pushed myself up and swung the door open, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but the worry etched on his face silenced my tongue.“Ma'am, the Cleveland Media Network just aired your imprisonment story,” he announced, placing his tablet into my hands.“What?!” I gasped, my eyes darting over the headline.“It seems Kate has made her move on the chessboard,” Vin added.I read the headline; “Owner of Sam’s Food Is A Convict Convicted of Money Laundering and Smuggling I

☆Daniel☆Samira had transformed into an entirely different woman, having developed a captivating allure that was matched only by her newfound directness in speech and self defense.The Samira I once knew was shy and introspective, rarely speaking up and often lost in her own thoughts.But now, in front of my screen was a woman beaming with confidence, not only acknowledging her past mistakes but also commanding the spotlight. For the first time, I witnessed Nick struggling to maintain control as a host.“Miss Richards, let me pause you for a moment…” he attempted to interject, but for the fifth time, she interrupted him.“Nick, I’m trying to respond to your questions. Viewers lose interest quickly,” she shot back. “What I’m about to say is directed at the financial and law enforcement agencies looking into my funding sources. Please reach out to the chairwoman of the Second Chance Foundation,” she elaborated. “Mrs. Smith is also an ex con, just like me, and she dedicates her life to h