His Lethal Love

Scott POV.

"Everything is ready, sir," Amos informed me.

"Thanks, Amos." I smiled guiltily at him. "And sorry for the other day."

"I don't mind your words, son," he replied with a fatherly smile. "I know what you have been through these last four years. At least you're feeling something after a long period."

"But still you didn't deserve my harsh words, did you? I was being mean to you. You care about me so much more than I deserve, Amos. I like that I have someone who is taking care of me, but it also makes me feel vulnerable. It makes me feel weak and needy."

"No, son, you are not weak. You are a tough nut to crack." He laughed and handed me the car keys. "Today is my wife's anniversary so I won't be able to come with you."

"Come on, Amos, you don't have to. You can take as many days off as you need."

"Thanks." He smiled one last time before leaving.

I was getting ready for my business trip to the UK. I must visit Arthur Group's company before signing a contract. I did not believe in third parties. I made the decision that was the most beneficial outcome for me and my team. "Where are you going?" A feminine voice asked. I turned my head to see Maura standing at the doorway and staring at me with crossed arms. Her expression looked somewhat pissed.

"Business trip," I said while snatching my watch off the cabinet and sliding it to my wrist.

"I'm coming with you."

"Did I ask you for a company?"

"Scott, please..." Ignoring her pleas, I grabbed my phone and stuffed it in my breast pocket. "Scott!" She grabbed my hand when I left the room. "Don't be cruel to me. I am ready to let go of everything but you will marry me. I want nothing more than to be your wife, Scott. I have always dreamed of being the mother of your babies..."

"Could you please stop your stupid talk because I am running late", I glanced at my watch. "I have a noon flight to catch." Fat tears ran down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze, weeping quietly. "Maura, I don't want you to come because I am not planning on a damn vacation. It's just for business. If I stop working, who is gonna pay your fat bills? You're taking fucking drugs! What the fuck is this?"

She wiped her tears away angrily, scowling at me. "You don't know how I feel when you treat me like this. You used to admire me but now I only see bitterness in your eyes. You treated me like I was the one who killed Camille Davidson. We were supposed to be a happily married couple if she had not appeared on our wedding day. She messed everything up."

I stepped up to her and tilted her chin up, staring intensely into her eyes. "Don't blame her for the unfortunate thing that happened to you, Maura. She is dead now so please stop bringing her up over and over again. I didn't marry, it was my decision, not hers. I could never love you the way I loved Camille. She will always be the first and last woman I have ever fallen in love with. You have a choice, Maura. You can have any man in your life. Don't waste your time on someone who will never love you. Because..." I wiped her tears away. "I'll never love you."

"Scott..." she whispered but I shook my head and turned around and stalked off her sight.

My luggage and briefs have already been loaded into the car by Amos. I slid behind the wheel after opening the door to the driver's seat. "What the heck!" I was surprised to see Rika in my car as she was sitting in the passenger seat with a smirk on her face.

"Hey, handsome," she said softly, which completely took me by surprise. "How are you?"

"Are you talking to me?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." She straightened herself and stared into my eyes. She looked somewhat amused by my reaction. "Is there anyone I can talk to? I'm visible to you and you're visible to me, so yes I'm talking to you." She plastered a smile. "Have you taken an appointment?"

"No and I will never take an appointment to meet a bastard like you." she sneered.

I chuckled and reached out the door knob. I clicked open the door and said politely, "Get out now."

"No." She protested and didn't budge from her spot.

"Get the fuck out, Rika. I have a flight in an hour."

"Nope." she held back her smile and pushed herself back. I quickly retreated, watching her with a frown.

"What are you doing?" I asked when she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me into her face. I could smell almonds with a note of bergamot from her body. She brought her cherry lips near my ear. "I've got good news for you." "I'm not in the mood for a joke, Rika. Now get the hell out of my...."

"Camille Davidson is alive!" she blurted out, making me freeze all of a sudden.

I gawked at her for a few minutes, processing her words in my head before snapping, "What the fuck?" I moved back to my seat and buckled up the seat belt. "You think I am a fool, dear?"

"Yes, you'll be a fool if you don't believe my words, idiot."

"How come you have changed so much, darling?" I whispered.

"I'm not changed, asshole!" she grumbled. "I knew that you would never believe that's why I brought this." She slapped a magazine on my chest. "Look at that."

I glared at her before settling my eyes on the front cover of the magazine. When I saw a familiar woman on it, I felt a sudden chill throughout my body. She looked exactly like Camille but more controlled and composed. She wore a halterneck pleated black dress with her long dark hair cascading down her shoulder in a smooth flow. Her eyes changed; they were not steel grey but hazel.

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"I hope you've believed me, now," Rika said and snatched the magazine from my hand and pressed it against her chest. "My Camille...she is alive...she is alive." I had never seen her so happy before. "She is alive, Scott!" She screamed in excitement and laughed joyfully. "I'm off to the UK."

"Why don't you come with me?" I suggested, and she stared at me in surprise. "We can do this together."

"No, I don't want your damn help!" she spat and was about to leave, but I interrupted her, "How do you think you can meet her like this? You need a big personality to get in touch with her, Rika. Can't you see she is a celebrity and you can't meet her without an appointment?"

"If I can meet you, why can't I meet her?"

"Well, just because I am giving you special treatment doesn't mean you'll get the same from every celebrity."

"Damn! You still can't believe she is Camille right? That's why you're addressing her celebrity. You know very well Camille will never refuse to meet me."

"If she is Camille then why didn't she call you, Rika?" I asked quietly.

"Because she didn't know that, I woke up from a coma."

"If she ever cared she would have tried to find out about you somewhere but she never did that." I reasoned. "She never even tried to contact her siblings and nephew who are her only family left in the world." I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. "It is obvious she is not Camille."

"She is my Camille," Rika shrieked in my ear. "Whether you believe it or not."

"I have read somewhere that scientists say that every person has six doppelgangers out there in the world. That means there are seven people with your face, including you. "It's her doppelganger." I smiled at Rika's confused expression. "I don't read science," she said roughly, scowling at me.

"Okay, let's find out more about your fake Camille Davidson."

"So, are you willing to bear all my flight expenses?" she asked with a huge grin.

"Don't worry, I won't charge a single penny from you."

"Great! Let's go to my place. I want to get my stuff."

"My flight is in 30 minutes."

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"I'll take a couple of minutes."

I drove straight to her place. Her two suitcases took her ten minutes to load into my car. I frowned in irritation when she brought another bag. "This one is last," she said and stuffed it into the back seat.

"We're going for a couple of days, not for a year, Miss Cruz." I gritted my teeth out. "I'll have your luggage dumped in the middle of the road if you don't take them out of my car. Do you think your shits get enough space in first class?" "These are not damn shits! And if you try to throw them away I won't hesitate to break your pretty nose," she challenged me with her arms crossed over her chest.

I sighed and started to drive the car. I didn't have enough time and energy to argue with her. I sped down the road to arrive at the airport on time. Otherwise, if I missed it, I had to use my private jet which I hated to take. I wanted this visit private.

"Drive slow, dude, you're not flying in the air." Rika arched her eyebrows, glaring at me. "I don't want to die again."

"Shut up." I gave her a side look and looked back at the road.

After a few minutes, we reached the airport and caught our flight on time. Rika was sitting next to me, snorting loudly. Her head hung on the seat while saliva dripped from her mouth.

I shook my head and plucked a tissue from the tissue box and wiped her mouth clean.

"What are you doing?" her eyes flew open as she jerked away from me. Her face paled. "Are you kidding me?"

"I was cleaning your face."

"You were taking advantage of me?" her nostril flared. "Bastard!"

I raised my brows in a questioning look and pulled myself back. "In your dream," I said in a bored tone and returned to my seat. "I would rather eat shit than have you."

Her jaw dropped as she narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you mean, asshole? Am I not pretty?"

I was amused when her face flustered in anger. Rika was naturally striking with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminded me of Lana Turner, she was one of the most glamorous actresses of old Hollywood. She was funny because she always had something hilarious to say.

"Weren't you interested in women?"

"I'm bisexual," she said. "I like men also."