His Lethal Love

Camille POV.

I didn't even change my gown and drove straight to Scott's penthouse. He owned many properties in London, one of them situated in Enfield. His luxury penthouse. I was driving straight there. Conan insisted on coming with me, but I refused because Scott hated him. I was afraid he would do something that he should not do by seeing Conan. I turned left and drove at high speed on the highway. Colette was still unconscious but the doctor said she would wake up anytime soon. Conan was there for her until I convinced Scott to undergo a bone marrow transplant.

"Shit!" I hissed out in frustration when I found myself in traffic. I peeked out of the window, looking at lines of vehicles jammed on the road. "What the heck!" I got out, scanning my eyes around but there was no way I could move ahead so I got behind the wheel and moved back. I started my google map and set Scott's penthouse address. I got his address from one of my private investigators who was working for me to gather Scott's data. Since I planned to destroy him I needed to know everything about him, but there were a lot of things I didn't know about him.

I chose a long way since I didn't have to drive through traffic. I had to make several turns and twists in a small alleyway. I sped up, driving down the roadway. His penthouse was just a few miles away from where I was. I felt my fingers fidgeting when I parked my car in the parking lot of his property and got out. Slamming on the elevator's button I rode up. My breathing was raspy and my heart was palpitating. I felt like I wanted to throw up due to anxiety. Once the elevator reached the top, my stomach was knotted due to fear. I didn't know what it would be.

I inhaled deeply and stepped out. Something chimed out making me jump. It was his security system with a motion sensor. I walked inside looking around me but no one was in sight.

"H..Hello..." I swallowed, my throat turning dry. I licked my lips and strolled into the living room, which was also empty. The TV was playing but nobody was there. There were empty cans of beer on the floor, half-eaten food in a bowl, and water spilling from the bottle. My heart skipped a beat when I spotted his jacket hanging on the sofa. It was the same suit jacket he wore to my birthday party. "Scott," I called out and turned around, heading toward the kitchen. "Scott, are you there?" I shouted when I heard a strange noise from somewhere. I whirled around and made my way to the French doors leading to the patio. There he was sitting on the couch.

"Scott," I called him. My voice was hoarse due to my dry throat. He was listening to me but he didn't bother to respond.

Slowly he got up from his seat and looked at me. His expression was cold as ice. "Hi." He greeted me before bringing a can of beer to his mouth and taking a long swig. His eyes took in my white gown before they settled on my face. "You're supposed to be with Conan. What are you doing here? Are you unhappy that I was released from jail or are you here for your wedding invitation again?" He laughed bitterly. "Get out of here, Cam."

I frowned at his bitter tone. He turned around and stepped up to the barrier, grabbing the metal railing of the patio and viewing the busy street of the city.

"I need your help," I stated, my heart beating harder as I continued, "Colette needs your help. She is suffering from leukaemia, and she urgently needs a bone marrow transplant."

"Then why did you come here?" He asked coldly and I gazed at him in disbelief.

"She is your..." I licked my lower lip and didn't understand what to say. "You know why I am here, Scott." I got agitated. He was behaving so strangely.

Slowly he turned to me, staring deeply into my eyes. His eyes blazed with fire. "What are you expecting from me, Cam? I'm not her father, right? I'm a cold-hearted bastard who humiliated you in front of the entire world and threw you out of my life mercilessly. You should not have come here for help, sweetheart because I am not willing to help you."

"You're her biological father, Scott," I cried out. "How could you talk like she is a stranger to you?"

"She's nothing to me!" He gritted his teeth out. "Just nothing."

Tears pooled in my eyes as I watched him with a dazed vision. He continued to drink and looked disinterested in my subject. I had never expected this response from him. I thought he loved Colette.

"Why were you demanding her custody when you never considered her your daughter?" I choked. He remained silent and didn't say anything. "Answer me, Scott." He balled his fingers into a fist, his jaw clenched and his shoulder heaved with rapid breathing.

"Sir this is the key to you..." A middle-aged man stopped speaking in the middle when he noticed me. He glanced between me and Scott before his eyes settled on me and happiness flickered in them. "Are you Miss Camille Davidson?" He asked excitedly. He appeared to be unaware of our last conversation.

"Cara Davison." I corrected him with a tight smile and turned back to Scott who was already looking at me; I saw something soft in his eyes when I wasn't looking at him, but his expression quickly returned to his original coldness. "Put the keys in my room.” He nodded to the man. "Sure, sir."

I heard footsteps fade behind me and I stepped up to Scott. "Then will you not help my daughter?"

He reached for a wine bottle on the table and poured it into two glasses without saying anything. He handed one to me, but I refused, so he put it back and looked at me. "I'll help you." I shivered when his eyes ran down the entire length of my body. "I'll want you to bed me every night for six months."

My jaw dropped at his proposal. "Have you lost your mind?" I snarled, and my nostrils flared furiously.

"No." He smirked and turned around, watching the same street again.

"You're married, Scott."

"This is not your concern."

"I won't accept your dirty proposal," I said disgustingly.

"Then let your daughter die..."

Before he could finish, I released myself on him and grabbed him before hitting him right n his face. His body stumbled backward but he steadied himself quickly. When I was about to land another smack he grasped my wrist and stopped me. "How dare you...!" I gritted my teeth and punched his firm chest as hard as I could. He didn't stop me as I kept hitting him with my free hand. He didn't flinch from continuous punches and stood like a sculpture. "I hate you, hate you, bastard. You have no heart, no bloody heart!"

Even though my fist hurt, it didn't harm him at all. When I tilted my head to see into his eyes, I found nothing but darkness. There was almost a blackness to his electric blue, and he watched me with a blank expression. Bringing my hand to his face, he untied his fingers from my wrist. The sight of blood flowing down my hand made me gasp. The diamond bracelet I was wearing looked crimson with blood. Without saying a word, he gently pushed me from him and walked away. My eyes followed the blood dripping from his hand. It was his hand that had been cut off from my bracelet. A tissue box stood nearby, and he picked one up and cleaned his blood with it. I glanced at my wrist and then at him.

I didn't know why my heart was aching seeing that bastard in that condition. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to catch my breath.

"I won't accept your proposal, Scott." I restrained myself from breaking into tears again. "I love Conan and I can't be with anyone but him."

He paused doing whatever he was doing and snapped his head at me with a sneer. "Do you really? I love him," I said firmly while holding his eyes.

He sighed and straightened himself. Although his hand was still bleeding, he didn't seem to care because he was focused on me. "You look beautiful in this wedding dress, Cam, but this isn't the dress you tried on when I was with you in the changing room. Do you remember?" He stared into my eyes, and something cracked in his cold exterior for a moment. "I have always wanted you to wear that one." I looked away in annoyance. "I'm ready to help Colette get a bone marrow transplant, but you must fulfill my desire in return."

"Don't you feel shame when you demand sexual favors in exchange for saving your daughter? Scott, your blood flows through her."

"What's the benefit of it, Cam, when she will never be mine?"

"Wouldn't you want her custody?"

"No, I want you, Cam. It's enough for me to hold you in my arms, to have you on my bed, and to have you on my skin. I missed you." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "If you accept my offer I'll start the procedure of surgery right away but if you don't then..." He took a long sip from his glass before continuing, "I'm afraid your daughter will not make it through."

I watched him slam the glass as hard as he could before making his way to his room but paused. I heard him say, "And yes, if you accept my proposal, please don't take off this gown because I want to tear it apart with my hands." I covered my mouth with a hand to keep myself from sobbing.