"EYES ON ME, WIFE..."Margaux was forced to stop scanning the function hall when a strong arm snaked around her waist. She felt both irritation and warmth creeping through her when the man beside her tugged her forcefully, closing the space between their bodies.Trying not to look up at him, she discreetly wiggled her way out of his hold and smiled at another guest they passed by. She knew by then that bringing Rome to that celebration was indeed a bad idea.As expected, all eyes were on them as soon as they walked into that place. She couldn't blame them since she intended to shock everyone by bringing a very handsome man as her husband.She saw some of her old friends, familiar faces, and even well-known celebrities with whom their family had connections standing in the crowd. The function room was choked with the number of guests. However, not even one soul dared to approach her as she walked around.How could they when she was gracefully walking around with a 'Doberman' behind her
Margaux's world stopped when the dangerous voice tore through her rants. She felt the air thinning. Then slowly, she lifted her head until she was looking at his face.To her surprise, the man before her wasn't wearing anything fancy at all. Instead, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. But, of course, that shouldn't be since the celebration in the function hall was all about him. He was Mr. Rossu's client—the bridegroom himself."What the—Greg?" She felt a sudden gush of fear and confusion wash over her. He was looking at her disdainfully, and it was making her want to run. "How... Why are you—Isn't this supposed to be your engagement party?""Crowd aren't my thing, baby," he cut her off with a grim smile. And for a moment, she thought she saw a monster in him. He didn't even look like the same man she had loved years ago. "I'd rather have a private party with someone than a crowd full of monkeys." He gave her a malicious once over, and the goosebumps that crawled acros
'OH, MY GOD—UMP!" Margaux's scream could have shaken the walls if Rome's mouth hadn't shut her up. For a moment, she tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp. Her resistance, however, slowly melted when Rome's familiar taste spread in her mouth. He was kissing her slowly. Tenderly even, like a husband who was just giving his wife a simple good morning kiss.She closed her eyes and naturally surrendered to him. She held on to his shoulders, tip-toeing and mimicking every pleasant move his lips made toward hers."Umh…" She hadn't recovered from the pleasant surprise yet when Rome abruptly spun her around to face the tiled wall of her bathroom. Her breasts flattened on the cold surface, while both of her hands ended up supporting her weight. There was a hard piece of flesh poking her from behind and causing her womb to ache. "R-Rome...""Good morning, Cara Mia." He kissed her cheek while pinning her with his hand. She lethargically smiled when his overnight stubble scraped her a bit and
"$20 MILLION." Greg's eyes widened in horror as the floor-to-ceiling screen in front of him showed the number. The room he was sitting in was dark, with just the monitor illuminating it. The number blinked in bright red as the robotic voice of the woman behind her announced it through a microphone.There were several program windows on the screen too, like when a team was doing a video call. Most of the people attending that cyber meeting were wearing masks, except for an old couple who looked nervous and unsure.'Mom! Dad!' his mind screamed. Only God knew how he ended up sitting inside that place after his parents called about receiving a red letter. He was barely conscious for days after Margaux's beast husband crashed some of his bones inside the Golden Palm Hotel.Little did he know that the red letter was a Money Game invitation, and Margaux's husband was connected to the Dark Blue. He was still recovering in his ward when a group of shadows suddenly broke into his room at midni
"I don't like this on my head. It's not comfortable—""Bare it."Margaux's mouth shut upon hearing his objection. It was ironic how he sounded pleading earlier; his tone came out abrasive to her ears this time. She wanted to run with how his actions were making her remember something she would rather forget. However, she felt trapped in the comfort of his arms. Thus, she just held on to him more. 'Damn it! Stop thinking, Margaux! Stop—'"Are you okay?"She didn't answer and just shook her head, focusing herself on clearing her mind.It took them a few minutes before Rome and she finally reached the treehouse. She may not be able to explain how he managed to carry her there easily, but she was sure about the disbelief that flooded Rome’s face upon seeing her abode.It was dark inside her treehouse, with only the moonlight illuminating it through the windows. There were holes in the walls. It was far from the matrimonial room she demanded from the unknown man. There wasn't anything insi
It was the empty sheet beside her that woke Margaux up. Instantaneously, her eyes searched for Rome upon realizing that he wasn't beside her. She was wincing when she scanned the room. A second more, and she stiffened, recognizing that she wasn't in her treehouse."Shit!" Her head was spinning when she rushed out of bed. Did Rome carry her back to her room last night? How come she didn't know?She grabbed the alarm clock on her bedside table and cursed louder, realizing that it was almost lunch. The sun was already up, which meant that they needed to go back to being strangers again. Although she wanted to question Rome, she would have to wait until eleven in the evening tonight before approaching him again.'Rules!' She palmed her face while walking to the bathroom. She wasn't the type to regret things she decided on, but she couldn't stop herself because of the rules she made.She had no exact name for what was irritating her. Nonetheless, she was sure that she liked waking up to Ro
'WHAT THE HELL?'Margaux couldn't care less when the gold watch on her hand slipped through her fingers. She was caught between laughing and cursing while sitting in front of her dresser. In her right hand was an envelope, while her left hand remained frozen in the air.It had been two days since a maid handed her that package, but she just remembered opening it today. The past few days had been the happiest for her, and going back to that parcel just completely slipped her mind.She and Rome had been too busy fixing their treehouse and, eventually, violating their 'rules.' Kisses in the morning and sizzling sex at noon weren't exactly part of her plan. But then, those things became so inevitable recently between Rome and her that she started forgetting a couple of things.' This is crazy.' Margaux shook her head while suspiciously looking down at the gold watch. The extravagant gift was from Greg's father. She had already been expecting a parcel from the Montecillo family ever since
[WE HAD A SECURITY BREACH YESTERDAY.]Rome clutched the steering wheel tighter upon hearing Lucille's report. He was sitting alone inside Margaux's car while talking to his assistant over a lapel mic. The afternoon was breezy inside Eternal Garden Memorial Park, but the beautiful weather wasn't enough to cool his temper down.He hadn't been in his best mood since the argument he had with Margaux this morning. Although he succeeded in forcing his cara to take him with her, he also got him on the wrong side of his woman. Thus, she ended up ignoring him the whole time.There was nothing but deafening silence between him and his cara when they drove. Then, as soon as they got to the memorial park where Alicia was buried, Margaux leapt out of the car, walked as fast as she could to her mother's grave, and didn't even look back!"How the fuck did that happen, Lucille?" He breathed in frustration while palming his face. He hadn't gotten over Margaux's attitude towards him yet, and here came