Zara
The makeup artist and hairdresser arrived at a few minutes to eleven a.m. I was already showered and waiting. My hair and makeup took almost two hours and my bum is sore from sitting in one position for such a long time.My hair has been gathered into an elegant updo ; a coiffure I believe with millions of pins holding it together. The makeup artist worked her magic and my once dull complexion is glowing — smokey eyes and nude lips. I look regal.My dress is made with cord lace. It has a sweetheart neckline that pushes that holds my breasts elegantly. I thought the lack of sleeves would make the dress too slutty but that is not the case. The waist cinches and flows to my feet in a combination of lace and tulle. I look…beautiful.A knock sounds on the door and mom and dad walk in. Mom immediately tears up at the entrance and walks to me with outstretched arms. “ You look so beautiful, honey. I’m so proud of you.”“ Thanks mom”ZaraThe girls managed to drag me out of my self-sabotaging mission. The plan was to sit there and make the day as uneventful as possible; that way, I’ll forget about it in no time. It was time for the couple first dance and I was sat there , deliberating on whether or not to do it. Marcello had shot endless lasers at me from his eyes but I refused to budge. Thankfully, Valerie and Emily started chanting “Zara! Zara! Zara!” and soon, everyone else joined in. With the spotlight now turned from networking to me, I had no choice but to give in. Marcello plastered a wide, albeit fake smile on his face and started dancing towards me. I had to hold in my gag at the sight. What a pretentious jerk.I reciprocated with an equally wide smile of my own and glided towards him, as gracefully as my dress would let me. We danced to Beyonce and Ed Sheeran’s classic. Once he held me in his embrace, one hand placed firmly on the small of my back, I found myself melting into his touch. He led the danc
ZaraIt is my first time stepping foot into Marcello’s house, which is about to be my house too for the next four years. Earlier on in the week, I had sent my luggage through Mr. Philip, Marcello’s driver. I felt there was no need to come see the place myself. It is Marcello Andres; he wouldn’t be living in a shack.And I was right…This place is no shack at all. The driveway opens into a lush entrance, lined with trees on both sides. There’s a fountain in the middle; nothing grand but the size does nothing to take away the beauty of the scenery. The main building is a modern architectural structure made with 70 percent glass. From my vantage point, I can see the interior clearly and it is breathtaking.Valerie notices me staring, mouth agape and she nudges me with her elbow. “ What ? Never been to your husband’s house ?”Well, damn. It’s just day one and I’m about to get caught. “Pfft ! Of course I’ve been here before”She gives me a skeptic look “ uh huh”“ For real. I’ve just… nev
MarcelloAs soon as I step into the house, Celine informs me that ‘ Mrs. Andres’ is upstairs, in her room. I have half the mind to make her choke on those words but I hold myself back. Suddenly telling the staff to call my ‘wife ‘ by her name will seem too suspicious.Taking the stairs two at a time, I make for my room, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I step into my room and go straight for the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes and undergarments in my wake. The cascade of hot water loosens the knots on my neck and shoulder. Today went better than I expected . The deal I have been trying to close with Crest Holdings, finally found headway today. A slight smile tugs at my lips. It’s safe to say that Mr. Simon was completely sold at the event today. He had approached me with a huge grin and I dare say, new found respect in his eyes. As he shook my hands, he said “ Marriage is an honorable institution. Welcome to the league of family men”Then he proceeded to say, “ Abou
ZaraIt’s been one whole week and I haven’t set my eyes on the man they call my husband. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for the privacy and not having to see him, puts me in a much better mood. We were supposed to visit Bali after the wedding but I didn’t want to go with Marcello and thankfully he saved me the stress of having to talk him out of it. When his family called to ask if we were already on our way to our honeymoon, I had come up with a lie on the spot, saying I didn’t feel too good to fly and Marcello promised to arrange something better later.Instead, I gave the tickets to Valerie and Emily to go on my behalf. The girls were a bit hesitant, claiming they would be robbing me of a once in a lifetime event and I simply told them that I could have as many honeymoons as I wanted to, much later.The morning after the wedding, I simply could not bring myself to go out and face the people in the house. In fact, I wasn’t ready to face reality. But, sometime around noon, Emily
ZaraYou know the thing about people who see you wanting to be alone and go ahead to talk to you? They’re evil. That’s why I think it’s very beneficial to learn social cues and expressions while you’re at it. You see a person nose- deep in a book or doing everything to avoid eye contact? Leave them alone.This morning, after I was dressed for work , I went down for breakfast. Lo and behold, I found Marcello already on the table, sipping on coffee and working on his iPad. That or he was commissioning the execution of the person who stepped on his toes last night. You never can tell.Anyway …I sat down at the other end, far away from his overbearing self , while waiting for my breakfast to be served. I could feel his eyes on me, but I decided there and then that every other thing in the room, was more interesting than him. Of course, he didn’t get the cue, he had to go and talk to me.I think he said , “ childishness really becomes you”And you know I’m usually very quiet and put tog
ZaraMaria didn’t let me spend a penny. The moment I stretched my card towards the cashier, she pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers. All my protests fell on deaf ears, even when I offered to split the bill. When people spend on me without strings, it burdens me. I feel indebted to them. I’ll definitely have to bake some treats for Maria this weekend. Mr. Phillip picked us up after we were done shopping and Maria has been dropped off already. She almost invited me in for dinner but one look at my tired face, had her changing her mind. Thank God for that , because a warm bath and a good night’s rest, sounds about lovely right now.As I walk into the house, I notice that something is way off in the atmosphere. Everyone seems to be looking at me a certain way. Even Celine who has no more than two expressions, is looking at me with …pity? And Julio looks kinda nervous. StrangeThe staff all help to bring in the shopping bags and I make my way up to my room. Only, as soon as I a
ZaraThe insistent ringing of my phone is what wakes me up . Whoever it is, better have something important to say, because right now, it feels like a tiny person is practicing rugby in my head. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, with groggy eyes. I see a number of missed calls from Valerie and Emily-Rose, even my mum.My brows furrow and something like panic registers in my subconscious. I go to call mum back but another call from Valerie comes through. I swipe immediately and Valerie’s voice filters through the receiver. “ I’ve been trying to reach you for hours now. Take your calls , damnit!” She sounds panicked. “ I was still asleep and I didn’t hear the phone ring. I went to bed late last night”The line stays quiet, just the sound of our breathing being heard. The anxiety in me spikes. “ Valerie”? I call outShe lets out a deep sigh and says “ I saw the news.”Huh?“What news?”“ The one about your dick of a husband”Now, that’s strange. Valerie may think Marcello is insu
MarcelloBringing Brenda back home was a dick move on my part but a part of me wanted to prove that I was uninterested in the woman I currently cohabit with. It was an impulsive move, one I clearly didn’t think through. It didn’t dawn on me until I saw her standing outside my room , with hurt in her eyes. She tried to mask it but I’ve come to know the little cues about her.Then I double fucked up by my words to her . After I left her room, I stood outside her door for a while, listening for any activity from within. Minutes passed and I almost left, when I heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Zara Parkinson acts like she’s so tough every other day but she actually cried. It made me feel like a little bitch.To make matters worse, a picture of me and Brenda has been circulating the internet all day. I was working late into the night when Michael called and almost bit my head off. I managed to calm him down , to get him to help me out with PR but he only said “ You’re on your own”
MARCELLO’S POV I thought I would catch up on a bit of work before I have to go to the office but the thought of Zara keeps filtering through my mind. Acquiring a company seems like roses and extra profit on the surface, but so much work has to go in to make sure everything works without any hitch. So far, I have done some major balancing on the accounts through the merger. I know that the company employs only competent hands but I cannot afford to have mistake. Those are expensive and that’s why I have been working myself to weariness. She is fast asleep and has been for hours now but I can’t seem to catch a wink of sleep. She acts like she hates my guts most of the time but her actions tonight were on the contrary. Going as far as cooking meal when she can hardly stand on her own was what got to me the most. And that little peck on my lips earlier? Goddammit! I’m acting like a hormonal teenager. I have tasted every inch of the woman’s body but it’s that little kiss that has me ac
Zara’s POV I open my eyes to a silent room. The lights in here are dim and the atmosphere of the room feels cozy. I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. Marcello wasn’t exactly gentle with me; not that I’m complaining. I heard him leave some minutes back, and that’s after he made sure to wipe me off with a wet rag. That was embarrassing as hell but it felt…nice.Sitting up, I scan the room in search of my clothes and find them folded neatly on one corner of the bed. I pick up my sore body and get dressed. I choose not to dwell on what transpired earlier in this place. The last few times were filled with me questioning my decision but this time, I’m just going to let it be. I can’t claim any innocence on this matter; after all , I reciprocated just as much as I was given. And I’m definitely not going to overthink the onslaught of emotions I felt today either. If I ignore it, maybe, just maybe , it’ll go away. I walk the hallway quietly as if there are other people on this floor
Zara’s POV Thankfully, the whole tabloid thing dies off in days. The company has been doing well , judging by how much Marcello has been cooped up in the office. And when he comes home, he barely sleeps, throwing himself into more work. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit worried for his health. He’s riding the wave of the recent increase in revenue that he’s neglecting himself. What the man does may not be my business but he has done his best to make sure that I do not want for anything during my pregnancy journey. So, I’m going to try to re turn the favour. I ask Mr. Phillip to stop by the local mart, so I can pick up a few things I may need. Last time, he cooked me a Mexican rice dish that I very well remember the taste of but can’t for the life of me, seem to remember it’s name. I just remember that it was rich in protein and veggies. So, I stock my cart with a healthy serving of beef and every other vegetable that looks good. On my way to the counter to check out the items I picked,
Zara’s POV I wake up with a start, to the insistent blaring of my alarm. My eyes are still heavy , even thou I probably slept for ten whole hours. Sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a golden halo over my face. I sit up, hands outstretched above my head. My body feels heavy, largely owing to the increasing size of my belly. At six months, it feels like I have been pregnant forever and not to sound conceited or anything but I wish the babies could give me space to breathe; maybe come out already.My attention is drawn to my phone buzzing consistently on the pillow beside me. I must have fallen asleep while texting the girls last night. Something about the constant vibrations makes me anxious. I watch dazed for a moment as the notification bar moves with more messages. Sluggishly, I reach for the phone, my movements slowed by my still booting brain. Over 500 notifications on my social media and a few messages from the group chat with the girls. Emily’s message is the fir
Zara’s POV Mama doesn’t let us leave immediately, insisting that we stay for dinner. Hence, me hiding out in Carlotta’s room. Left for me, I would take a cab home , so I don’t have to face my ugly impulsive decisions . I know I have said this before but let me reiterate; Marcello is cancerous. One minute I was bawling my eyes out in Maria’s arms and the next, I let go of my morals in Marcello’s. This stupid, stupid pregnancy hormones. Carlotta is downstairs helping out with dinner and Marcello is well…being Marcello somewhere around the house. I hope he stays busy until we have to leave . If I face him now, I might simply die of mortification . I offered to help out also but Mama chased me out with a spatula. At a few minutes past 6 pm , Carlotta pops in to let me know that dinner’s ready. When I get to the dinning room, I see Mr. Hernandez already seated, reading a newspaper with his glasses perched atop his nose. He puts down the paper when he sights me and beams “ Mi Queri
Marcello's POV True to her words , Zara stormed out of the house with a duffel bag. I could only watch, stunned, as she walked past me with every determination in her. It was only after a few minutes, that I came to terms with what just happened. Thankfully, she had Uncle Phillip drive her. One less thing to worry about…I immediately thought of calling Mama to inform her that a very angry, pregnant woman was headed her way. Mama laughed when I explained the entire ordeal to her and then proceeded to scold me for letting my pregnant and very emotional wife out of my sight, without running after her to pacify her. She promised to take care of her and threatened that if I didn’t drag my behind home within the next hour, she would personally make sure that Zara die snot return home. I really cannot understand women . Hence, I am en route the family home and I didn’t forget to buy a lot of gifts to pacify Her Royal Majesty. I have heard men say things like ‘ happy wife, happy home’ b
Zara’s POV One thing I didn’t expect that accompanied my recent bouts of morning sickness ,is the heightened appetite. Not just the appetite to eat good food, I have the most insane cravings these days; especially spicy food. Desi, Thai, Korean, Chinese , Japanese, you name them. And Marcello, bless his heart, has been a sweetheart, offering to buy me whatever I crave. Pretty sure the man has visited all the indigenous food places in New York in the span of one week but I am eating for three, so…This past week, I have gotten used to his tendency to call me random endearing names. At first, thinking about it gave me a major migraine but I’ve decided to just go along with the flow. Just as long as he keeps buying me spicy buffalo wings…I woke up this morning craving egg tarts and Julio has been MIA for a while now, only coming in one day out of five. Not gonna lie, I’m a bit worried about his absence but I’m not one to pry.It's Saturday and I know that Celine will be ordering a tot
ZaraDr. Meyers beams immediately she sees me and offers me a seat. “ Zara! I wasn’t expecting you today but it’s so good to see you” She looks at the Stony- gazed man beside me , “ you came with your husband too. This is great.”Marcello offers her a handshake in his usual professional manner and she accepts it. “ Marcello Andres” “ Sharon Meyers. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Andres.”“ Likewise”“ So, what brings you here today?”“ I woke up today with a really bad case of morning sickness. I’m worried because I no longer had that but I woke up today feeling like my stomach was twisting itself from the inside. Dr. Meyers hums in contemplation. “ Most women go through morning sickness until the end of the third trimester, so I wouldn’t be worried about that. However, what worries me is the pain you’re feeling . That’s not normal, especially at this stage. You’re nearing the end of the your second trimester and this is a critical time.”My heart thrums rapidly at her w
ZaraSomething smells awful. It’s a familiar smell but it something smells repulsive today. I rollover on to my right to ward off the smell but it seems to be me everywhere. My belly folds over life a turbulent tide on a beach, recoiling and rumbling in disagreement to the smell assaulting my senses. I feel the wave within trying to force itself out of my throat but I force it down, taking deep breaths. Only, that was a big mistake on my part. I jump out of the bed with a sense of urgency, almost tripping on the sheets wrapped around my ankles. The moment I kneel before the toilet, a torrent of vomit comes hurling out of my throat. Remnants of the rice Marcello made for dinner last night. My stomach twists uncomfortably with each bout of retching and it actually feels like my intestines are eating me from the inside out. I may have experienced bad morning sickness the first few weeks but they had ceased for a while. I guess I was wrong to be relaxed. I flush the toilet and rinse