His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter - 6

Present

Camille

“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 on 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. 

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. 

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