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

I stepped to the sink and splashed water on my face. Heading back to the dining room, I stood there and waited for their command. That was my position. A servant. 

 

“You’re coming with me,” Maura ordered me and eyed Scott briefly, gauging his expression, but he didn’t react and kept eating. "We’re going shopping for our wedding, so I need your help to carry my bags.”

 

“For fuck’s sake, she is not your servant!” Archie growled at her. 

 

Maura was amused and leaned against the chair, staring at me. “I want the paparazzi to see her real self. Who is the real Camille? She is nothing more than my servant. Conan is dating a useless and ugly servant.” She laughed mockingly. “She does not deserve him.” 

 

“What’s the matter with you, Maura?” Kat asked. “She did nothing wrong with you. Then why the hell do you always want to be her bad luck?” 

 

“Don’t you think you’re speaking a lot more than I would like you to, dear Katy?” She glared at him. “I know you’re well aware of how I can shut your damn business if you keep taking her side.” 

 

“Are you threatening me?” Kat scoffed. 

 

“No, I’m just explaining to you so you know how to speak to me next time.” 

 

“You know what…” 

 

“Kat, no.” I stopped him before he got himself into trouble. “Don’t do this.” I shook my head and glanced at Scott, who was still silent. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. Why didn’t he shut his bitch fiancee up? “I’m coming with you,” I said firmly to Maura. 

 

“Good,” she smirked while scooping apple pie. “By the way, this has excellent taste. Pack for us.” 

 

“I don’t want to eat that shit!” Scott gritted his teeth out and sprang to his feet. I felt my heart pound harder when our eyes locked. There was something in there. I couldn’t make out what it was, but he was feeling something deeply. He was trying hard to hide it with his cold exterior, but he could not. 

 

“Let’s go.” I was startled when Maura interrupted us. Scott looked away, his jaw clenched hard and his fist tightened as he stalked off. 

 

I rushed to my room and took off my apron before checking myself in the mirror. I wore a green t-shirt with a pair of blue faded jeans. Removing my glasses, I cleaned them before putting them on. I was about to apply lip gloss when Muara screamed out. 

 

“Camille!" I hurried out, leaving everything behind. Maura was waiting for me with her hand on her hips as she gave me a stern look. “We have no time for your makeover.” 

 

“I was just taking off my apron.” 

 

“Well, that suits you.” She scoffed and turned around before heading to the door. “Today, I’m gonna choose my wedding dress and I need your help to select a better dress.”

 

“Since when did you like my taste?” 

 

She paused and glanced at me over her shoulder. “Trust me, I like your taste very much.” 

 

I rolled my eyes and walked out. Maura sat in the passenger seat. I slid into the back seat. I shivered when Scott adjusted the rear-view mirror and narrowed his eyes on me. I couldn’t understand his behavior, but I knew he didn’t like that. I spent my night with Conan. He hated us together; it was clearly written on his face.

 

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