His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“Silas…” I called his name roughly because my mother didn’t like me to talk to servants politely. 

“Yes, ma’am…” he said in his weak voice, and I felt pity for him. 

“You may go.” I nodded to him and he quickly got to his feet and dashed off. 

I went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of cold water and mom’s medicines. Taking place next to her, I handed her a few pills, and she swallowed them with water. 

“I feel like I’ll die at any time. My heart was vibrating so hard when I was screaming at Silas.” She said in a shaky voice. “Sometimes I’m scared, Cami. That’s why I don’t want your father near me. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“He doesn’t care if you hurt him.” I smiled, squeezing her shoulder softly. “He loves you, Mom.”

Her grey eyes fell into sadness as she looked down at her hands, looking sad. She was only thirty-six, and I guessed the most beautiful mother in the world. Unfortunately, I didn’t get her grace and sophistication. She was only seventeen when she got pregnant with me and married my father. My father didn’t want me between them, but she kept me and since then her mental disorder started. 

“Hey, everything is going to be okay.” I caressed my mother’s head like a mother.

A smile broke on her worried face. “Thank you for being my good daughter, Cami.”

“Thank you for keeping me,” I mumbled, and she sighed in despair. 

“Your father loves you.”

“He doesn’t love any of your kids.”

“Cami…” her tone sharpened, and I shut my mouth for good reason.

Our heads twisted toward the French window when a car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. The next second, Scott jumped out of it and ran towards the garage. Within moments, he returned with spray paint and squirted it in the trunk.  

“He got in an accident again!” Mom growled out when she noticed a dent. Walking closer to the window, she surveyed her golden customized Mercedes that she had given Scott to get it repaired. I had noticed her car in the restaurant parking lot when Scott was having lunch with Maura. 

I knew he liked expensive cars, and he was being sent to the garage to repair mom’s Mercedes, but who knew he would grab this opportunity and take Maura on a long drive. 

“That piece of shit has caused my car a dent!” Mom hissed out and marched outside. 

Shit! 

“Mom…!” I called out and rushed after her. 

“He needs to learn a lesson.” She spat out. “It’s the third time he damaged my car.” 

Luckily, I grasped my mother’s arm and stopped her. “I’ll take care of him,” I said while putting tons of weight on my chest. I hated to punish Scott. 

Mom paused for a moment before a satisfied smile spread across her lips. “Good. I’m giving you my leather belt. You’ll beat the shit out of him.”

“Mom!” I gasped with wide eyes. 

“Or I’ll do it myself.” 

I quickly shook my head. “No, please…!” 

“Cami, don’t beg!” she snarled, and I retreated by her sudden outburst. “Don’t fucking use please…!” 

“Umm…” my fingers fidgeting as it urged me to bite my nails. “I’m gonna punish him,” I mumbled and stormed out to where Scott was busy painting the car. Once he noticed me, he stood upright, running his fingers through his hair nervously. 

“It was just…” he avoided looking into my eyes. “It was just a minor accident.” 

I crossed my arms over my chest, eyeing a small dent in the trunk's bottom. “Do you know whose car is this?” 

He squeezed his eyes briefly, clenching his jaw. Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped tensely. “It was just an accident…” 

“I saw the car in the restaurant parking lot.” I gritted out, and he snapped his eyes at me, looking guilty. I knew he did this to impress Maura, but the poor boy didn’t know what was waiting for him. “Do you think I’m a fool?” 

He said nothing, just staring at me. I was struggling to keep my harsh expression on. I loved when he watched me. I loved when he listened to me and I loved when he paid attention to me and it only happened when I punished him. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” I sank into sadness when mom handed me a leather belt and patted my back in encouragement. She liked to hurt people because it comforted her, but I didn’t like to hurt innocent people; it only gave me misery and regret.

Scott didn’t take long to realize as he took off his shirt and kneeled in front of me with his back. My hands trembled as I watched his smooth, muscular shoulder rise and fall rapidly, and every muscle in his body tensed. 

“I’m at your mercy, Miss Davidson,” he said firmly and with so much resentment. 

“Go ahead…” mom ordered me and I launched the belt into the air, landing it on his back harder.

His fingers formed fists as he flinched back.

I whipped him repeatedly until my mother was satisfied. From that point, Scott never looked at me again. He hated me ferociously. 

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