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

 

“He’s been asking about you for a few days.” Her jaw flexed as she gave me a seething look. “Until you appeared in our lives, everything was working well between us. And now he wants you again.” I stared at her in a state of confusion. “As much as I was there for him, he didn’t give a damn about me. He loved you from the moment he saw you. I have loved him since childhood, but he became yours in just a second. You don’t know how many nights and dates you have spoiled.”

 

“The more I fed him lies to get you off his mind, the more he thought about you. You and your crazy mother made his life miserable, but still, he wanted to be your well-wisher. Wasn’t that an injustice, Camille Davidson?”

 

“It’s been confusing for me. Why do you keep telling me all these things?”

 

“Because I need you to think about Scott once. If you tell him about Samuel, it will break him completely. Samuel told Scott that he loved you and he wanted to make you happy when he was suspicious of his brother. Because he thought you loved his brother as well, he did that for you, Camille. The only thing he wanted was to see you two happy together. You have always been closest to his heart.”

 

“Can you stop your stupid conversation?” I gritted my teeth out. 

 

“No!” She shook her head, her eyes welled up with tears. “Look, Camille, if you don’t obey, I have other ways to make you fulfill my demand.” 

 

“What exactly is it?” 

 

“Remember your brother?” She noticed my alarm expression, and her look changed to one of relief. “Currently, he is in the hospital.”

 

“What do you mean?” 

 

“He may be in serious danger if you don’t do as asked.”

 

“Are you threatening me?” I growled. 

 

“No, I’m just letting you know. It has taken you a while to realize my power, hasn’t it? ” She wiped her tears, stepping closer to me. “Trust me, Scott cares about you more than he ever cares about me. If you care little about him, don’t reveal the truth about his brother. I know you love him, Camille, and you won’t do this. You won’t hurt him, right?” 

 

I looked away when I was unable to hold her eyes. She won, and I lost. 

 

“Will you let me meet him if I don’t tell him the truth?” 

 

“Yes, of course.” She smirked, which made me even angrier. 

 

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“Did he wake up?” I asked Kat as he headed out of Scott’s room.

 

He nodded with a smile. “He is asking about you. I said you are here.” 

 

“Okay.” I dashed into the room and froze when Scott’s eyes met mine. “Hey…” I cleared my throat as my voice was a bit husky.

 

“Hey.” He smiled, straightening himself, but winced when he experienced pain. I quickly approached him and helped him to sit comfortably. “Shit!” he hissed and squeezed his eyes. “That is hurting as hell.” 

 

“I apologize,” I said, but choked with tears. 

 

“For what?” he frowned. 

 

“If I hadn’t pushed you…” I sighed heavily. 

 

“Oh, that’s fine, Cam. I have been horrible to you.” He laughed and looked at me. “So have you enjoyed your weekend with that Casanova?” 

 

“He is not a Casanova,” I said. “He is a gentleman.” 

 

“Gentleman?” Scott rolled his eyes. “You should ask me how many hearts he has broken so far.” 

 

“No, I don’t want to know. There is a saying that if you let someone break your heart, then the person who should be responsible is you. We should keep our hearts in check.” 

 

“No, it can’t be controlled when a stealer steals it away.” He watched me intently, causing me to feel self-conscious.

 

“So, how are you?” I asked, trying to change the subject. 

 

“Terrible.” He slumped against the bed, letting out a long sigh. “My arm and leg throb with pain. I think I want a couple of painkillers to stop this fucking pain.” 

 

“On such a night, it was necessary to come. We can also talk the next day.” The moment I said that I regretted it because Scott would demand the truth again. 

 

“I just couldn’t get your terrified face off my mind. I just wanted to know the truth.” His expression turned serious as he gazed at me. “You were telling me his name. Who was he?”

 

“He was my mother’s stepbrother.” I lied. My breath was shaking. “He just…” 

 

“Is he alive?” Scott growled out angrily. “Tell me his name?” 

 

“He died from cancer eight years ago,” I mumbled, looking down at my trembling hands. 

 

“Why didn’t you tell me that eight years ago?” 

 

“I tried to tell you, but you were not ready to listen to me.” 

 

He closed his eyes as he leaned against the bed. His jaw flexed and his body tensed. His face was contorted with rage. I wondered how he would react if he heard his brother’s name. It would certainly kill him from within. I knew he would find the truth one day, but not today. It was not the right time. First, I needed to make sure my brother would not be hurt. I didn’t want Maura to hurt my family. It wasn’t hard for me to recognize the type of b*tch she was. 

 

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