Chapter 36 The evil side of Camilla.

Chapter 36 The evil side of Camilla.
"You'll have to return to the room you were locked in before... I'd hate to do anything...I'd regret"

Ursula sprang up from the bed.

"No, please don't send me there"

"Tell me why I shouldn't? Huh? Tell me why you think you deserve freedom...to cause more trouble?"

"No, I promise I'd stay out of your way this time. Please, don't leave me there. That man...he might come to attack me again. I'm afraid"

What she said caused Ethan to stop himself from replying immediately in irritation.

He walked towards the wardrobe and opened it.

I don't want my child to be at risk. Hurting her or putting her in any intense pain could ruin the months I've sacrificed putting up with her.

He pulled out his night wear out of the hanger.

He unwrapped his towel from his waist.

He knew Ursula would look away.

He wore his trouser slowly as if to torture her with discomfort.

"Let this serve as a last warning. Don't think I can't hurt you just because you're pregnant with my child. And also, stop rubbing your shoulders with them.. Camilla and Taylor V. You don't match up at all" he said while buttoning his nightshirt and then headed for the door.

The words "You don't match up at all" swirled round and round in her throat.

She tried to swallow but it wouldn't pass her throat.

Then, she began to cough.

Maybe, he is right. Maybe I never should have tried to act so confident or bold all because the Blackwoods were kind to me. I'm so stupid. I should have known. I'm nothing. No dreams. No ambitions. No life. But I have to preserve the one growing inside of me unless I'd pay for it.

She took the covered glass of water on the drawer by the side of the bed and took quick repeated sips till the cough stopped.

Yet his words still stayed in her throat.

Camilla's phone rang non stop as she smoothed the lavender scented shampoo lather over the tresses of her head.

Why won't my manager ever get things right? Does he always have to call me for assistance? It's about time I changed my team.

She let the shower run the lather down her hair to her shoulder and to her back till her hair was clean of lather.

She gently squeezed.

The phone continued to ring.

"What the fuck?" she cursed.

She lifted her face for the water from the shower to completely rinse her eyes before she opened them.

She wiped her face with her palms and opened her eyes, stepped out of the bathtub.

The phone still rang and vibrated on the vanity mirror.

"What does this idiot want from me?!" she spat again.

She walked closer to it.

Why is he calling me with a private number and at this time? Is this him or someone else?

Her mind scanned every option possible.

It can't be Sean. No. Sean has given up a long time ago. Who is this, then?

She picked.

And said nothing, waiting for the unknown caller to say something first.

"The both of you must think I'm very stupid or something"

"Sean?"

"You think I forgot about my mission because I went quiet?"

"We're not having an-"

"I know everything going on in that mansion..I know what you and Taylor V are up to. I know every little detail"

"What are you even talking about?"

"Do you love your brother?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much do you love him?...I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose the only family member you've got left"

"Are you threatening me?! Don't you dare! If you do anything to my brother, I'd sue you and m-"

Beep.

He hung up.

Camilla threw the phone against the wall, causing it to scatter on the floor.

She ran her hands through her wet hair.

"Fuck!" she cursed, pacing the bathroom.

Her bathroom door opened.

It was a sleepy Taylor.

"What happened, Camilla? Did you fall? What was that noise?" she asked with her eyes searching the bathroom.

"Oh my god, what did you do to your phone? What happened this time? Did the bloggers upset you again?" Taylor added.

Taylor walked closer to her.

She pulled down the towel from the rail and handed it over to Camilla who took it from her not because she wanted to cover her body but because the cold wasn't even letting her think clearly.

"You always do this, Camilla. Say something. I'm worried" Taylor persuaded.

"Sean. He called"

Taylor slapped her own forehead.

"Oh my god, I though he gave up"

"I'm gonna have to do what I didn't want to do earlier...before he does it to my own brother"

"What do you mean?"

"I'll kill him, Taylor V"