The Queen Wicked Deeds - Chapter 151

I wished so hard I could escape this room quickly. The nervous sweat in my forehead is ruining completely my perfectly done hair.

‘Can’t he stop looking at me?’​​

The man was looking at me so intensely. His gaze was making me feel more uncomfortable at every second. Was he trying to dig a hole in my head?

‘Why are you looking at me like that? It is not like I wished to be here either. I didn’t want this to happen and certainly not this fast. The old man tricked me into this, and I had no way to withdraw.’

The man in front of me was the son of the Hill family, famous for its military career, but instead, he chose to walk away from them to start his now-famous tech company, and… he is my grandfather’s godson. Ethan Hill, that was the name of the man glaring at me.

‘Sighs… please stop.’

He has two other siblings, well, stepbrothers, the eldest was a man with proud and cold eyes.

‘I always felt the air freeze when he was around.’

He was married to a lady from a good family, with a good academic background, good looks, good demeanor, and other “good” features, good enough to fit into the Hill family. They surely were made for each other. The woman was like a plastic mannequin. Always smiling with the same poker expression.

The other sibling was a spoiled girl, the same age as Camila.

The only polite compliment for that spoiled girl was on her good looks because she was a totally disgusting person, the cliché kind of person that used her family power to intimidate ordinary people.

‘Tsk such an awful girl.’

His mother raised him until he was seven years old, but she was diagnosed with a serious illness and she died from it. However, before she left the world, she sent him to his father’s family. The Hill family. Terrible mistake.

They took him in but harassed him in every possible way. Making the little seven-year-old lad live a terrible hell.

However, a miracle happened. While the little battered boy was walking on the road looking terrible from a beating, my grandpa found him. He sent him to the hospital and investigate the reason for his beatings.

Later my caring grandpa took him in as his godson. From then on, Ethan started living in the old mansion with grandpa. His family didn’t dare to say anything because of the old man’s powerful background and their need to maintain their reputation.

I often saw him when my parents took me to visit the old man’s house when I was younger.

I think I remember the scene.

“Camila, this is Ethan.”

The young little boy looked at the cute girl dressed in a pink baby doll dress.

“Hi.”

Yes, that’s how the first meeting happened. It should have been a beautiful encounter, but he ran away. I couldn’t understand.

From then on we never got along. I had the impression that he was looking at me with angry eyes. Every time I met him, he frowned his cute little brows as if I did something unforgivable to him.

He seemed like a sweet, cute, and shy boy, but then became hostile towards me and I don’t get it.

Anyway, we are in this situation.

Grandpa was set on the idea of making him my husband and then let him be the new owner of his wealth and the great Lynch company.

My parents, thank God, are indifferent to the old man’s decision because they have their own career and business to take care of. We were never a greedy family. Should I say grandma was the one to blame for that?

My older brother has his medical career and was not in the mind of inheriting an old business, and I am simply not cut out for anything related to financial spreadsheets and managing things, although grandpa made me study the business inside out. I just wanted to enjoy a simple job and a carefree life, a lazy life.

‘This guy looks terrible. I think he is going to punch me in the face if I’m left alone in this room with him.’

The old man decided of announcing my engagement to Ethan tonight at his birthday banquet without telling my parents, my brother, and, of course, me.

I removed myself from the situation. I was trying to hypnotize myself that this was not happening, but then my name came out from the microphone and the lights flashed on me. I could only nod and smile to escape the anxiousness. Only when the voices began to reach my ears and after two seconds, my slow, lazy brain captured the meaning behind those words.

“Congratulations on the wedding.”

Wedding? Which wedding? Whose wedding?… My wedding?

The old man was cheeky enough to hold my arm to take Ethan’s arm, whose eyes were sending signals of an announced murder.

‘I was going to die. Someone help me, I didn’t do anything. Please stop looking at me like that.’

Ouch, he took my hand and squeezed it hard. What is he doing? Is he disabling my hand first before murdering me? No way, I would not give him the chance to do that.

I stomped on his foot with my high heel. He frowned at me and I just flashed my cute smile before his eyes triumphally.

‘Take that! If I am going to die anyway, but before I will give you a memorable fight.’

I was gloating when I saw his face moving extremely fast towards me. Before I could do anything, a pair of lips settled on mine. K.O. What!?

“Yeah, I know.”

“He kissed me…”

“Yep, I took a picture of it, do you want a look?”

“He kissed me…”

“For God’s sake, I know you are happy but stop it.”

“He kiss… what?! Happy? who?… me?”

“Who else idiot? You are daydreaming.”

“This can’t be happening… why did he do that?”

“Because you are his fiancé, duh!”

As a last resort I had to call for the wisest person I could reach, the only person I knew whose emotional intelligence was in a completely different and higher level than mine, and also my best friend, Samantha Guillen.

A woman with an uncontrollable and ċumulative experience in relationships, her voluptuous body, blond hair, sultry lips, and enticing blue eyes had captured the hearts of hundreds of souls. She is also a sensible goddess in the science of medicine and a willing victim of my brother’s charm.

‘Sighs… how I wish my brother took notice at this beautiful goddess.”

Then again, the conflict in my head is Ethan Hill. The one who never said a polite word or a friendly phrase to me, the one who made fun of me in high school when I got bad grades and never helped me out with my homework when I forgot to bring mine and I needed to copy it before the teacher could catch me.

The one that didn’t allow me to sit beside him in the cafeteria or at any table near him, the one that yesterday kissed me out of nowhere and then ditched me without telling me anything after the party was over.

“He doesn’t like me, he hates me! He must be plotting something to destroy my reputation and never be able to find another soulmate in this lifetime!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam said lazily while flipping through her phone. “Just stop deluding yourself.”

I was walking nervously in front of her. We were at her apartment while she enjoyed her free time away from the hospital. She was sprawled on the couch like a lazy cat and I was having trouble finding the plot twist in this horrible nightmare.

“What should I do?”

She looked at me for the first time and sat down. I felt her serious expression and I unconsciously gulped. I know she would do a miracle with her words.

“How long has it been?”

“Huh?”

“Cam, how long has it been since your last boyfriend?”

“Mmmm… three years.”