Jazzie Zamora is a well-known model in the Philippines. She's rich, beautiful, elegant and has many other qualities that you will admire. Everyone believes that she has a perfect life, but little did they know that it was the other way around. Hellish; it's the exact word you can use to describe her life. Being a secret wife of a mafia boss was a dream that turned into a nightmare. Despite of all those shits happening, will she still choose to stay? How much can she put up for her ruthless husband?
Lihat lebih banyak"Perfect!" Azy, my manager, shouted enthusiastically when the shoot has ended.
I walked towards the dressing room and tiredly sat in front of a vanity mirror, my three PA’s immediately approached me to put some retouch ¾powder here, lipstick there, a typical scene for me as a model.
"Oh my gosh! You're really a definition of perfection, Jazzie," Azy said while standing behind me.
I winced and simply shook my head. I wish if you only know.
"Gorgeous, sexy, rich and other traits that are truly admired by most of the men," he continued while still pointing at my whole being.
I rolled my eyes at him on the mirror and let out a deep breath. "Stop it, Azy. You knew how much I hate it," I uttered, talking about the compliments he gave.
He rolled his eyes at me and flipped his imaginary long hair. "My God! Jazzie. I don't know if you're just being humble or you hate the truth. Alas! If I had that face and body, I wouldn't just flex that on the catwalk, but also at the kitchen, living room or even at the restroom," he said along with his laughter.
"You're pure nonsense, Azy Angelo," I muttered.
Quickly, his face changed then. "Oh my gosh! My ear, oh my gosh!" he acted while covering his ear with his finger.
I laughed sparingly and then picked up my phone that was currently glowing over the vanity mirror.
My face became emotionless when I saw the name on the screen. I lazily swiped up the answer button and put the phone to my ear.
"Are you done?" a cold baritone voice spoke on the line.
"Yeah," I simply answered and signalled my PAs to stop.
They moved away from me and let me sort my things out on my own.
"Jaime will pick you up," he said and then the line ended.
I took a deep breath and hid the phone in my bag. "Do I have a schedule this week?" I asked and looked at Azy on the mirror.
He pouted. "You actually have a project in Paris, but obviously, it seems like you don't want to receive an international photo shoot," he sounded sulky and displeased.
It was not that I do not like it.
"You have so many offers abroad, but you do not want to accept any of them. You are losing so much opportunity, Jazzie," he reminded me.
I forced a smile and zipped up my bag. I walked towards him then gently touched his shoulder.
"I'm really fine here in the Philippines, Azy."
He stared at me and then heaved a sigh. "If that's your decision, I can't do anything else. Your schedule this week is vacant as you requested," he said.
I grimaced again and thanked before finally saying goodbye. Five body guards immediately surrounded me as soon as I exited the building I was in. A few more cameras flashed instantly as I walked towards the car that had sent by the person I was talking earlier.
I was so shocked when I saw an unexpected person inside the car as I got myself in the back seat. I cleared my throat and composed myself while leaning against the seat.
"You really like cameras, huh?" the man beside me spoke.
I avoided rolling my eyes and just looked out of the window where I could see the three paparazzi who had been watching me earlier. Apparently, they can’t see us now because the car window’s tinted.
"I'm a model, Valjerome. It was natural," I reasoned out.
As if you didn't know how much I wanted to be a model since then.
Or maybe...
You just forget.
He did not say a word and signalled his man to start driving. I could feel him leaning back on his seat. I didn't bother to look back at him because I gradually felt tired after two hours of facing the camera earlier.
I was about to close my eyes and took some rest when he spoke again.
"You've got an offer in Paris?" he asked coldly.
I sighed and then idly turned around, he immediately met my eyes.
I no longer wonder how he found out. Knowing him and his connections, nothing is really surprising. I would be even more surprised if he knew nothing about the offers that were given to me.
"Do not worry, I turned down the offer," I replied bitterly.
"Good," he simply said and went back to his position.
I just shook my head and continued what I was about to do earlier¾take a nap.
"Just stay here, you're not leaving. You're not going away," I heard him whispered before I drifted into oblivion.
"MA'AM."
I woke up from a gentle pat on my shoulder. I immediately wandered around and noticed that I was already in my room, at my husband’s house.
That's right, I'm married to the man I was with earlier, Valjerome.
I smiled a little at Manang Fe¾the caretaker of the mansion¾and slowly got up.
"What time is it, Manang?" I politely asked and fixed my robe.
I was stunned for a moment and my cheeks warmed at the thought that Valjerome had dressed me again.
That jerk!
"It was ten o'clock in the evening, hija. Sir Valjerome told me to wake you up for dinner," said Manang.
"Is he still here?" I asked.
We may have been in the same house but we slept separately¾which he himself, decided.
"Yes, he is in his room with—" The old lady stopped and bowed down.
I sighed and tapped the old woman's shoulder. I forced a smile as she looked up at me.
"It was okay, Manang. I'm used to it so you do not have to keep it a secret," I said.
She looked at me in such pity. "Why didn't you just break up with him, hija?" Manang Fe asked me.
I averted my gaze. "Maybe because I love him,” I looked at her and forced a smile when the pity in her eyes doubled. "I can still tolerate it," I added.
Manang Fe sighed then gave me a hug. "May your patience for him have a purpose," she said softly.
Impossible, but I hope so.
"You go down first, I'll follow later," I said as we separate ways.
Manang nodded and did what I have said. For the moment I fixed myself in the mirror, my forehead furrowed when I noticed my make-up on my face was removed. I just shrugged it off thinking that Manang wiped it off because it was impossible for Valjerome to know such things.
All he does is change my clothes.
As I am done with my appearance, I left my room. I was stunned to walk when I came across Valjerome's room. I let out a bitter smile when I heard soft moans from there.
It was not new to me, but I’m still hurt with this situation. It was been more than two years since the two of us got married, two years of enduring him bringing different women here in the mansion. Two years of questioning why this is happening to me, to us. If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank.
I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts.
I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with.
I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.
"A gift for your wife?" Jaime, one of my trusted men, casually spoke while driving the car.I nodded sparingly and stared again at the necklace I was holding. "For our wedding anniversary," I said lowly and forced a smile.And she'll never know..."You will confess?" he asked again.I chuckled emptily and put back the infinity necklace on its box. “You know I can’t do that right now,” I claimed.He stopped talking and focused on driving. I looked outside the car window and smiled sadly.A day from now, it's already our third year anniversary, my wife.IT'S almost 12 midnight when we reached my parents' party. I automatically snaked my arms around her, marking my wife at everyone's eyes as we took our way in.Sh
"You're wasting your time by calling him in your mind, Jazzie. I've already tricked your ex-husband's group elsewhere. But if he finds you here, you're already just corpses," Chaos spoke coldly."Why?" I asked hoarsely and then looked at him. "I trusted you, Chaos," I said weakly.He smirked. "That's the plan, Jazzie. For you to trust me," he said.I shook slowly and sighed then let out a laugh. "Is this necessary, Chaos? Does my son really need to be involved in the revenge you want¾that your family want?""My sister died in front of me, Jazzie. She shot herself," he stated."She killed herself. Your sister was the one who took her life, Chaos. Not me, not my son, neither Valjerome!" I snapped out of frustration.Chaos clenched his jaw. I also saw the instant lifting of the gun that the old Hevion was holding and pointed towards my direction again. Hi
Valjerome's men couldn't do anything when the van took me. They couldn't shoot just because I was already in the car."We already have her," said one of the passengers while holding a phone.I’m sure Chaos is the one he’s talking to. I just sighed quietly and then leaned back in the chair. I didn’t fight back or make any mess. Aside from the fact that I don’t have the energy for that, I know it’s useless if I make a scene. In the first place, I chose this.I feel the observation of the men I am with. They are watching me as if I can still do something at these times. I mentally shook my head and forced a smile.There is only one thing I can do now, that is to let Valjerome know my location.I bit my lower lip when I felt my phone vibrated on my thigh. It was hidden and I made sure no one would notice. By these times, I knew Valjerome already knew I h
"V-Val ..." I called Valjerome weakly and rasping as I entered the mansion.He immediately approached and hugged me. "It's okay, everything will be okay," he comforted as he gently stroked my hair.I shook my head. "It's my fault... It's my fault," I said repeatedly and leaned onto his chest due to weakness.My tears kept on flowing. I can't imagine that Chaos would do that to me, to our son—to the boy who considered him as a real father."I-I shouldn't have left Erom like I used to," I whispered between my sobs."Ssshh. Don't you blame yourself, Jazzie," Valjerome whispered.I shook again and then slowly let go of his embrace. With my blurry eyes, I stared at him."I can't take it anymore, Val. I can't afford to lose a child again," I said with great grievance. He looked at me softly and then pulled me again for a hug. "Don't think
"Papa!" Erom happily called Chaos as we entered his office.He ran into Chaos and gave him a hug. Chaos laughed and hugged Erom back. I just smiled and then slowly walked closer to them.Damn, it hurts.That insatiable Mafia Boss!"Did you miss me?" Chaos asked while putting Erom on his lap.Erom nodded quickly in response and then gave him a kiss on the cheek."How are you, Papa?" my son greeted.I sat on the visitor's chair and watched them talked. I couldn't help but stare at Chaos when I remembered what Valjerome had said earlier.He is an illegitimate child?In the six years Chaos and I have been together, he never mentioned anything about it. Even about his family, he does not always tell me stories related to it. I once met them when the
It was three in the morning but Valjerome and I were still awake. I was lying on his shoulder while his hand wrapped around mine. We both stared at the ceiling¾thinking and observing."Aren't you...remorseful?" he said in a low voice.I frowned at him. "Remorseful? Of what?"He looked at me softly and then gently brushed my messy hair with one of his hands. "Of what happened to us...today," he replied.I sneered at him. "You already took me six times, Valjerome. If I'm remorseful about it, then I should have rejected you for the second time."His lips curled up. "You counted it?" he asked amazingly.My cheeks warmed in embarrassment. "I-I didn't count. I just remember," I said.He let out a soft chuckle and hugged me closer. "I love you," he said sincerely."I...love you too," I admit shyly.
After scooping me from my seat, he carried me towards his room. He carefully laid me down on his bed then looked up and stared."Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice in controlled.I feel my throat dry up to answer, not because of nervousness but because of the heat I feel now as I see him staring at me."Why? You don't want me anymore?" I did the reverse card.I saw him gritted his teeth. "You are manipulating me." He then slowly crouched on my top.I closed my eyes as Valjerome ran his finger down my cheek, down my neck until it ruled my chest."Are you ... coming back into my life?" he asked hoarsely and began to remove the first piece of my nightgown.I groaned when the tip of his finger brushed on my skin. "Valjerome ..." I called desperately, eyes closed.I even overcame the burning with the heat I felt fro
It's already 11pm, yet I am still awake. I stayed up all night, locked in my room. My son fell asleep while asking me repeatedly if I was okay. I kept saying that I'm okay, but who am I fooling? I also didn't face Valjerome when he once knocked on my door to eat. I only let Erom out to follow him.My mind was messy. I don't know what to think anymore. I kept on flashbacking the memories in my mind.Why, Valjerome?I let out a sigh then decided to get up to drink some wine downatairs. There were no personnel scattered around, but even so I knew they were secretly watching. I went to the mini bar and got some wine there. Next I went to the refrigerator to get some ice, when I got everything I needed I went back again and sat down on the bar stool chair. I started pouring the wine and drank it straight away. The bitterness drew in my throat but I ignored that.I was already in the seco
It's been an hour since we got home. It was also that long since I secretly watched Valjerome and the woman downstairs from the second floor where I was standing. Jaime was also there. Based on what I see, it looks like the woman is very close to them.I bit my lower lip when Valjerome smiled at her, then lowered his gaze to her tummy. Even though I was far away, I could see his gentle stare there. I feel like my stomach became hollow.Elle...That's her name. When Valjerome introduced him to me earlier I immediately felt fidgety. I admitted I waited for something else he would say next; whether she is his friend, a co-worker, a partner or... the mother of his future child. But that didn't come. I'm also not sure if I'll be able to hear it in case he confirms my suspicion so I immediately bid goodbye and said that I would take Erom upstairs to rest.I exhaled deeply and decided to g
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