“Do you need to go to the doctor?” He asked Zendaya, who was looking distantly at him. “No, I just need a moment to catch my breath,” she told Jayden as she subconsciously held his hand and squeezed it. Moments like this were when she wished to commit murder, as it was her father's ex-fiance that had been responsible for what happened to her. From time to time, she would experience weakness, as it was an after-effect of the condition. It was nothing too serious compared to when she had been younger and had the condition in full effect, but she still hated it. Taking in a deep breath, she did as the doctor had asked whenever such happened, and gradually she found herself coming back to normal. As soon as she was back, she realized that he had been holding Jayden's hand, and she proceeded to let go of it. However, he didn't let go of her. “Get up, we're leaving!” He deadpanned in a final tone, and Zendaya stood up. She followed silently and they headed outside. “I have my own ca
Zendaya's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling which looked strangely familiar. ‘What?!’ She mumbled in confusion as she sat up. When she looked around, she realized that the room looked like the one in Jayden’s mansion. As soon as that thought came to her head, she realized that she didn't remember getting home after falling asleep. Looking down, she saw that she was still in the same dress from the party.“Jayden!” She yelled in anger as she got out of the bed and stepped out of the room.When she was out, she was met by a helper who was cleaning a vase. “Where's Jayden?” She inquired. “In his room, ma’am” the helper answered and Zendaya immediately headed there. How dare he bring her back to his mansion, especially after what had happened last time. Upon getting there, she didn't bother knocking and she barged in. “Jayden, you…” she paused as she was met with a half-naked Jayden who had just stepped out of the shower.“Put some clot
Either Matthew was dumb, or he was desperate to tell her such a thing. Shaking her head, she clutched her stomach when it growled angrily, and she was reminded of the fact that she had not eaten anything since last night.Eating outside was something she never did as she had fears of being poisoned as it had happened before. Without wasting time, she headed out of her room and headed downstairs so she could eat something.At least, if he was going to trap her there, the least she could do was eat. “Good morning, ma’am, should I serve the food,” a helper stepped forward and Zendaya shook her head.“Don’t worry, I’ll do it myself, you can go,” she dismissed and as soon as she was alone, her eyes widened in shock when she saw that all of her favourite dishes. Was Jayden behind this, or was it a coincidence. No, it couldn’t be the former, as Jayden didn't know her favourite foods. “Hmm,” she shrugged casually. Either way, she was going to eat, and that was what she proceeded to do.“Isn’
“Don't you dare,” Jayden hissed in annoyance just as his mother let go of his ear. “Watch me,” she stated, and he took one step just so he could stop her from doing so. However, his mother stopped him from doing so. “Go drop her home,” Jasmine instructed Jayden. “I'll ask the driver to drop her off,” Jayden told his mother. “No, you are,” Jasmine put her foot down and Jayden sighed as he walked out to grab his car key. “Don't hesitate to call me if he troubles you,” Jasmine told Zendaya, who nodded and left. She heaved a sigh of relief as she did due to the fact that Jasmine didn’t ask how she came to be in her son’s house. “You’re going to pay for that,” Jayden told her when they got into the car. “Don’t you dare blame me for what happened. I asked you multiple times to drop me off, and you refused,” Zendaya retorted as she buckled her seatbelt. Typical Jayde, blame her for when he got into trouble due to one of her mistakes. “Make sure it’s strapped in properly because you
“Didn’t you sleep?” Zendaya heard the makeup artist ask her as she yawned for the umpteenth time. She was currently getting ready for the shoot she had and she wanted nothing more than to return home.“I did, before I came here. I don't know why I'm so tired,” she responded as she yawned again.Maybe it was the event of the past few days, she muttered to herself. “It's understandable, you've been a lot in the past few days,” the makeup artist remarked, his voice full of pity. Zendaya smiled however, she didn't respond to him. She hated people feeling pity for her especially when it was something she was trying to forget. Even though she understood where they came from, it still irked her especially if the person wasn't a friend or her family.“Alright, I'm all done,” she heard him say to her and she only took a glance in the mirror before she got up. The faster they took the pictures, the faster she would get to go home.Upon reaching the stage, she noticed the man whom she was go
Zendaya hissed in pain as shards of glass cut through her skin. She didn’t however pay much attention to it, as what mattered was getting away from the crazy men who were destroying her car.“Come out here, bitch!” The man who had bashed the driver’s window yelled as he put his hand into the car and grabbed her hoodie.Zendaya didn’t hesitate in moving closer and hitting the man in the throat, which caused him to let go of her and gasp in pain. “You’re going to pay for that,” the other man said as he opened the car door and got into the car.He moved to punch Zendaya to incapacitate her, but she ducked and hit the side of his stomach. Even though she was trained, she was still at a disadvantage due to the position she was in. Her gun was locked in the glove compartment and there was no way she would be to grab it with the men around.Seeing that the other one was still preoccupied with his throat, she opened the door and got out. As soon as she was out, the first guy forgot all about
“Where’s your first-aid kit?” Jayden asked as soon as they got to her house.“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll do it myself,” Zendaya replied, and Jayden turned to glare at her.“Must you be so stubborn?” He asked, just as Zendaya’s helper, who had opened the door, came back with a first aid kit. Walking up to her, he collected the first aid kit. “Sit, let me clean your wounds,” he said to her, and Zendaya shook her head. Seeing that she wasn’t going to listen to him, he reached out and grabbed her hand.“What are you…” the rest of Zendaya’s words got swallowed in her throat as Jayden pulled her down to sit. She didn’t however argue further with him, as she let him do what he wanted.It wasn’t the first time Jayden was assisting her with cleaning her wounds, but it was the first time she was feeling this way because of it. The fact that she couldn’t explain the feeling just made it even more confusing.“Ah,” she hissed when Jayden started cleaning her wounds. “It burns,” she complained as she t
About twenty minutes later, the two men arrived at the place where the male star had been kept. The asshole was currently in a dark room where his hands and feet had been tied up. They were currently watching him through the security camera in the room, as they weren’t to show their faces.“Didn’t your men rough him up a bit?” Jayden’s eyes narrowed as he didn’t notice any bruises nor bleeding.“No, I left that task to you as I know you’d be itching to do so,” Arthur responded, and he was right. He was itching to go and beat the man to death, but another devious, crueller idea came to his mind.“Have your men sexually assault him a bit and get it on video so he knows how it feels,” Jayden instructed Arthur, whose mouth curled up into a devious smile.“And I’m supposed to be the Mafia King. Do you want to switch places?” He offered, and Jayden glared at him before returning his attention to the tied-up man. He had left those two thugs for Lucas to handle, but he wasn’t going to leave
The present day, Jayden smiled to himself, as that was the first awakening he had about his true feelings for Zendaya.He had to admit it to himself; there was something about her that got under his skin and made her fascinated with him.It wasn’t just her intelligence or the way she always managed to keep her head held high, no matter how hard he tried to rattle her and no matter how many times she lost to him. It wasn’t even the challenge that she brought, the way she made him work for her attention despite everyone wanting his attention. No. It was the fact that, despite everything—despite all the sarcastic comments, the hard-headed defiance—he could see the cracks. He saw the softness behind her strong-willed exterior. And it was in those cracks that he found himself wanting more. The fact that he knew she hadn’t let anyone else see her vulnerability, not even his sisters, made him feel special.“Jayden, my father is a very strong person, and so is the rest of my family. What i
Jayden sat back on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, staring down at the screen of his phone. The message from Zendaya still flashed on his display, and he reread it as he found it amusing.Even though she had told him she was busy and had ended the conversation, she was the one who texted first.‘What am I supposed to wear for tonight?’ was what the message read.He grinned to himself. The challenge was never something he minded, but there was something different in the way he was approaching her now. His fingers hovered over the screen as he thought about what to reply. Something flippant. Something sarcastic. That was usually his go-to. But today, it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t the first time Zendaya was going to that place, so she knew what she was supposed to wear. His mind wandered as he stared at the message, his thumb tapping absent-mindedly against the screen. She was trying to engage him in a conversation, as when he would answer, she would say another thing,
“Zendaya Valencia!” he roared, his voice echoing in the room, and she gulped. “Care to explain why you lied to me, continuously?” Zendaya froze. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her father’s intense gaze pinned her to the spot, and she could feel her pulse racing.“What are you talking about, Dad?” she rasped as she feigned ignorance.“You told me everything was fine. No incidents. No danger. And yet,” Lucas growled, stepping closer, “Jayden’s father tells me you were in the middle of a dangerous mess, one that almost killed you.”Lucas looked at his daughter as he wondered what punishment to give her. Since he had found out about her lie, he had been wondering, and he hadn't come up with anything.She was no longer a child, and so he couldn't ground her. She wasn't his enemy, and so he couldn't kill her and finally, she had almost gotten killed. He couldn't be too harsh on her, especially when the attack came as a result of him and Justin.“I didn’t want you to worry!” Z
The next morning.Zendaya’s eyes fluttered open when she felt the bright light hit her. Her eyes widened in shock when she realized that she wasn’t in her room on her bed, but on the sofa in the living room.Proceeding to get up, she groaned as her neck felt stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. ‘I’m never sleeping here again,’ she muttered to herself as she twisted her neck.She blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust to the light, and a yawn escaped from her lips. ‘What had led her to fall asleep on the sofa?’ she asked herself, and the events of the previous night rushed back to her head; Jayden's texts, their late-night banter, and his teasing as they watched a movie together. She frowned slightly, remembering how she had fallen asleep without ending the video call, or had she? She wondered as she picked up her phone to checked.The call went further than the minutes she remembered, and the colour drained from her face over the fact that Jayden had watched her sleep.S
Matthew sat alone in his dimly lit living room, and he massaged his temples. He stared at his phone, the screen still glowing with all the messages he had sent to Zendaya that had gone unread.Why was she doing this when she had told him she would give him another chance? He reread the last message she had sent to him ages ago, each time the sting of her rejection settled deeper. His fingers hovered over the screen as if he were waiting for something to change, waiting for her to change her mind. But nothing. No response. The fact that he didn't even know if Zendaya was reading his messages and choosing to ignore or didn't read them at all.He had been fooling himself, thinking that Zendaya would come back to him like she always did whenever they had a fight. He had played the scenario when everything would be over in his mind so many times, each version ending with her running into his arms, forgiveness in her eyes. But the reality was harsh. Zendaya wasn’t coming back. She wasn
‘Friends,’ she accepted without thinking too much about it. It was the first time Jayden was extending an olive branch to her, and she wasn't ready to go back to the way they were before he left.‘Good choice. If you had rejected my offer I would have started thinking of fulfilling my promise of destroying you,’ he told her, and she wasn't surprised as she knew Jayden.‘So predictable,’ she sent in response. Her heart dropped when she heard a sound from behind her, and she quickly hid her phone while turning to see what it was. There was nobody behind her, she waited for a few seconds, but she saw nothing. It must have been the air, she thought to herself as she turned to look back at her phone.A gasp escaped from her lips when she saw Jayden’s face staring at her. “What are you doing on my phone?” she asked him.“You video called me,” Jayden told her. “Oh,” she mumbled. She must have done so by accident when she jumped up in fear.“Well, bye,” she bid as she proceeded to disconne
Jayden had just come out of the shower when he heard his phone ring. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked up to it, and he picked it up. He saw that it was his father calling him. Wondering what the old man was calling him for, he answered it. “Dumong is dead,” Justin informed him bluntly. “And right now I suggest you stay far away from Zendaya as her father is not happy with you,” Justin told his son and this made Jayden realize that his father had told Lucas about all that happened“When is he ever not?” Jayden rolled his eyes. Lucas Valencia didn't like him, and he had never bothered to hide that fact, so him being angry with him wasn't a new thing.“Is it too late to choose a new girl? I mean, there is this nice girl I met and…”“Goodnight Dad,” Jayden wished his father before Justin could complete his words.He dressed quickly, slipping into a T-shirt and sweatpants before grabbing his phone again. Without wasting time, he immediately proceeded to text Zendaya as he wa
“Let’s agree to disagree,” Justin stated.“No, there’s nothing to disagree on. Your son is the troublemaker out of the two!” Lucas persisted, and Justin massaged his temple as he wondered why his son had to choose Lucas’ daughter.From the way Lucas was behaving, he could tell the latter was afraid that his daughter would fall for Jayden, and he didn’t want that to happen. Too bad there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening, Justin thought to himself.The two men turned to look at the man who was tied up when he groaned. It took a few seconds for him to regain consciousness and when he did, his eyes widened in horror upon seeing the two devils from his past.“Welcome back,” Lucas greeted the man.“Please, I promise I won't do it again,” Dumong immediately started pleading for his life, begging for mercy.“Come on, Dumong. Last time we gave you a chance and didn't kill you and look at how you tried to repay us,” Justin spoke as he walked up to his tool table and grabbed
After leaving Justin's house, he had made up his mind to come see his daughter as he needed to know what was going on. The excuse Jayden had given for changing the guards didn't sit well with him as he assumed it to be a lie, which was why he had called for his private jet, and they had left at the crack of dawn. It wasn't as though he didn't trust his daughter, it was Jayden he had the issue with as he was nothing but trouble just like his father. “Dad?” Zendaya’s voice broke him out of his thoughts and he turned to face her. “Why are you here?” “You weren't speaking to me, and so I had to come see for myself,” he stated just as Kiandra walked up to them and in her hands was a plate of food as she was not bothered. “I'm just here because he dragged me along,” Kiandra told her daughter. When she had tried to convince her husband to stay back, he carried her into the car with the intention of showing her she was wrong. “We were going to come back home today, there was no need to