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Chapter 42

Present

Scott

“Fuck!” I roared, throwing my crutches across the room before collapsing onto the sofa. My pulse was pulsating due to hot anger. Camille Davidson pissed me off. She had me wrapped around her little finger. It never occurred to me I would be fighting for that woman. It was she who destroyed my world eight years ago. It would be impossible for my heart to understand that. It would chase her until my last breath. 

 

I hated her. 

 

But I loved her more. 

 

My love for her scared me to death. 

 

A sigh of exhaustion escaped my lips as I ran my finger through my hair. I couldn’t erase Camille’s images with Conan. That day, she looked so cozy. Their matching black dresses and midnight dates on the beach. It made me resent Conan for making her so happy. Basically, he was offering her everything I hadn’t given her before. I even noticed the way Conan was staring at Camille when we were having dinner. She smiled at his dirty and stupid jokes. There was no ethics in that man’s behavior. Even if he spoke shit, she would still be appreciating him. 

 

My phone rang out, pulling me out of my thoughts. I almost groaned in frustration when Maura’s name appeared on the screen. Swiping the green button, I pressed the phone against my ear, listening to her annoying voice. 

 

“Hey, there…” she chirped out. “What’s up?” 

 

“All good here. What about you?” I asked boringly. 

 

“I have just come from shooting.” 

 

“Are you enjoying it there?” 

 

“Umm… not much without you. I wish you could be here so that we could have a romantic dinner in front of the Eiffel Tower. Do you know how lonely I am feeling right now?” 

 

“So am I?” I muttered and glanced at the door. I wished Camille would be sitting next to me and leaning her head against my chest while I was stroking her silky hair. It could be possible only in my fucking dreams. 

 

“Scott…” Maura whispered. “Can’t you come over here? I’m missing you so much. I’m having second thoughts about canceling all my sponsorship and shootings and flying back to America. Additionally, I also hate the weather in Europe. I’m having a fever for the second time in a week.” 

 

“How are you feeling now?” I asked with concern. “Have you taken medicine?” 

 

“Yeah,” she mumbled. 

 

Maura Garcia, my childhood friend. My fiancée. My wife-to-be. I couldn’t believe I would soon be getting married to her and spending the rest of my life with her. I knew I was marrying her out of pity, not out of love. I had promised my dad that I would marry Maura, no matter what. He always wanted Maura to be his daughter-in-law. It was his last wish which I had to fulfill. Even though I wanted to cancel that wedding, I could not. 

 

Even if I had never loved her. How could I when my heart was stolen by Camille Davidson? I and Maura had a special bond, but it was not as strong as Camille. Maura loved me, but I never brought myself to love her back. How could you fall in love when you were already in love? 

 

I want Camille, but it will never happen. We cannot be us.

 

“Scott?” Maura called out when I didn’t reply to her for a minute.

 

“Yes, what were you saying?” 

 

“Were you not listening to me?” she said in annoyance. 

 

“I’m sorry… I just got lost in thoughts.” I rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the headache. 

 

“What were you thinking?” she asked curiously as if she sensed what I was thinking about Camille. 

 

“I was thinking about you,” I half lied. “You can return on the next flight if you don’t feel comfortable there. I don’t want you to fall ill repeatedly because of your stupid shootings.” Whatever I said to Maura was my genuine concern. I truly cared about her. Besides love, I could give her whatever she wanted. Maura also earned a good income, but all her money was devoted to cosmetic surgery and traveling. Whatever properties she had owned were gifted by me. Expensive gifts and diamonds made her happy. It was not like she was looking for love. 

 

“No, I can’t come,” Maura exclaimed. “I will lose a million dollars if I cancel all my plans.” 

 

That’s how she measures love. She measured love in dollars. The more dollars, the more love. The fewer dollars, the less love. 

 

“Well, as you wish.” 

 

“Okay, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later. Love you. Bye, baby.” And she hung up without even waiting for my reply. 

 

I sighed heavily and placed the phone back on the table and leaned against the couch, thinking about Camille. What would I be doing if Camille started her new life with Conan? A pang of jealousy hit my chest. Remembering them together. Camille may not be able to see my emotions, but I was feeling everything. Love, hurt, and jealousy. If she knew how her small tears and her small smile affected me. These past months were pure torture for me. 

 

I hurt her. 

 

So did she. 

 

“How did you get it?” I bolted upright when Camille shouted. “Oh my god, Archie!” 

 

Reaching out for my crutches, I rose to my feet and walked out of the room. My brows snapped together when I saw Camille sitting next to Archie, cleaning his wound. 

 

“Is it hurting you?” Camille looked at Archie with concerned eyes. 

 

“No,” Archie said with a smile. 

 

 

 

That stupid bastard. He had played a great role in tearing me away from her. He introduced Camille to Conan. Since that day, they started to date each other. I had other plans for Archie Garcia. I would give him a good lesson. He hadn’t realized yet whom he was messing with. 

 

I walked over to them and asked, “What happened to your hand?” 

 

“I was demonstrating a stunt to the male lead, and this happened.” 

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