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

Chapter 34

Present

Camille

Maura kept blabbering but Scott seemed disinterested. He drove quietly. A couple of times I caught him staring at me. I wondered what he was thinking while looking at me. Muara was the goddess of sexiness as she sat gracefully and talked elegantly. And there I sat clumsily, my fingers fidgeting in nervousness. I realized Scott made my heart skip a beat with his hawk-like eyes. I wanted him to say something that would hurt me. His silence was suffocating me. I noticed he was gripping the steering wheel as if he was about to snap it. 

He is mad at me. 

But why?

He has no right to be upset with my relationship. 

It’s not like I’m his girlfriend. 

He is getting married, Camille. Why do you keep thinking about that bastard? I scolded myself and focused my eyes out of the window.

“Have you checked out my new lingerie?” Maura asked with excitement. 

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Scott said blankly. 

“I’ll launch it this autumn.”

“You can also wear it on our wedding night,” Scott suggested and glanced at me. “I bet you will look hell sexy in that piece.” 

“I have a surprise for our wedding night,” Maura mumbled with a smile. Her voice was not as usual, but it was filled with excitement and affection. 

“I’m excited.” Scott pulled the car into the parking lot and killed the engine. 

I got out and peered at a tall white building that was specifically designed for wedding gowns. Seeing Maura choosing her wedding gown only made me more depressed. She was about to marry a person whom I always yearned for. I had always dreamed of marrying Scott, but it was slowly shattering in front of my eyes. It had shattered eight years ago, but there was still tiny hope. That day it was going to vanish from my heart. 

I glanced at Scott from the corner of my eyes and quickly averted my eyes when I found his gaze on me. 

“Oh my gosh, Scott Martinez, look over there..!” I rolled my eyes when the paparazzi started snapping pictures.

“Is she Conan Arthur’s girlfriend?” Someone shouted from the crowd, which made Scott’s jaw twitch as his eyes searched for that person. 

Was he planning to kill him? 

I would be lying if I told you I didn’t enjoy his reaction. It appeared like Conan’s name made his blood boil. I held back my smile and followed them into the building. The door slide opened, letting us enter the lavish building. Everything was furnished in white. White marble flooring, white curtain, silver elevator door, and white furniture. The environment was light and peaceful. 

A woman in a white uniform approached us with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, Miss Garcia and Mrs. Martinez.” She glanced at me. “And Miss…”

“Davidson,” I said with a forced smile. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,” she said with an apologetic smile. 

“No, you don’t need to recognize her…” Maura glanced at me with a smirk. “Because she is our servant.” 

I swallowed forcefully and kept smiling. 

“Please follow me.” She led us. We walked down the narrow hallway and entered a huge room where many wedding gowns were hanging. 

“Hello, Miss Garcia and Mr. Martinez. I’m Brea.” A red-headed woman approached us. “Nice to have you here. We’re glad you chose us for your service.” 

“Always.” Maura smiled. 

“Please, be seated. Our designers are working on your gowns.” She nodded to a white curved sofa. We walked up to it and plopped down. I took a place next to Maura and Scott was next to her. After a moment, she disappeared, leaving us alone. I felt strange next to them. I didn’t know why the hell Maura brought me there. What exactly does she want to show me? 

Scott kept glancing at his watch and checking his phone. “I have a meeting with the producer at noon.” He informed Maura. “If you can be quick in selecting your wedding gown.” 

“I also have shootings, but I canceled all my plans for us. Can’t you leave all your meetings for me?” Maura pouted, sliding closer to him. I tensed when she moved her hand inside his suit. “We’re about to get married, Scott,” she whispered while kissing his jaw. 

I felt annoyed by her act. I wanted to hit her and told her to stop this rubbish in a public place. My jaw flexed when she sat on his lap and kissed him next. Scott didn’t stop her. 

“Excuse me.” I rose to my feet and rushed into the restroom. “Idiots!” I hissed. “How could he do this? He told me he didn’t give a damn about Maura, and now he is eating her mouth in front of my eyes.” I breathed shakily, trying to calm myself down. 

After a few minutes, I walked out and sighed in relief when I found Brea. She was back with designers. Three assistants were standing behind her. 

Suddenly, my eyes caught a stunning white gown. It had a strapless neckline and was adorned with lace and embroidery. It was the same gown my mother wore on her wedding day. She had shown me pictures of her wedding and she looked so gorgeous in that dress. I touched the soft fabric and smiled. She once told me to wear her wedding gown on my wedding day, but before I had a chance to wear it. It had been traded by my bastard father. He auctioned her gown for ten thousand dollars. 

I know it is her gown. 

“Ma’am, please keep your hands off,” a voice pulled me back to the present as I looked at Brea. She was scowling at me because I touched her gown. My mother’s gown. 

“I’m sorry.” I did not realize it when I approached that dress and caressed it. I was not humiliated by her words but felt hurt. My father put me in a situation where I had no right to hold my mother’s clothes. I wanted to cry right there because I was missing her so badly. If she was there, no one dared to insult me like that. Holding back my tears, I stepped back and busied myself scrolling my phone. 

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