Stacy’s POV“Will you sleep in the master bedroom tonight?” Marcelo asked as I was about to go upstairs in my room. With the look in his eyes I couldn’t say no. Not only his look though because I want to also.“Alright,” I said.“I’ll join you soon then,” he said and I nodded as I moved upstairs.I push the door of the room open and switch on the light, I look around the room. I have not really had a proper look at the room before because I have mostly been here at night and it’s always dim light. And even the last time I went to my room before day break.I kick off my slippers and walk over to the bed and run my hands over the soft duvet before adjusting my body properly to lay on the bed.I brought out my phone and scrolled through social media. It’s been a while since I checked my socials. Life has been dealing with me so badly that I hardly check my phone anymore.My eyes glaze over as I see post after post, a lot sure has happened here. I see different celebrities’ updates. This
Marcelo’s POVI pace back and forth the room, I’m so livid. Who dares send a message to my wife, she might not be the love of my life but it’s my right to protect her.This person has crossed the line sending a death threat to Stacy just because she got married to me.How does this person even know her social handle? What is really going on? I thought.Is it someone that knows her or could it be her friend? I thought. But her friend won’t do that to her. She treats her more like a sister than a friend so I don’t think Jennifer is capable of such.I think about how today went and how I finally have the company in my hands. I wonder if Jones is behind it but I know it will be stupid of him to act funny this soon.My mind went to the Ravens, are they trying to sabotage me? I thought. But if that’s the case Cathy would have been aware she would have informed me.One thing I’m sure of is that this particular person that sent this threat to Stacy is someone that knows us. I know people are
Stacy’s POVA beam of light landed on my face, I opened my eyes to see it’s the sun seeping in through the window probably because I didn’t close the window blinds properly last night.The memories of last night rush into my mind. The threat message and how Marcelo refused to let me know why he married me. I had terrible dreams all through the night because of the threat sent to me.I sat up on the bed and my mind filled with various thoughts, I should have known marrying Marcelo was a bad idea. We live in different worlds. I don't know how things run in this world.With a heavy heart I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I sat in the bathing tub, filled with soaps. The scent hit my nose and I sat there so relaxed. I should go see my mum today. Maybe talking to her will make me feel better even if she can’t hear me and she won’t respond. I know I’ll still feel better talking to her.I finished and picked up the towel near the drawer in the bathroom, I picked out something comfortabl
Marcelo’s POVI watch her storm upstairs, her whole body radiating anger. I know I have pushed her too far but I can’t afford to show any weakness especially not during this crucial period. I don’t want her thinking because we had sex it changes the fact that she’s my fake wife and some part of me shouldn’t be known to her.I know she’s demanding answers but I don’t think I’ll ever succumb to her wants. I have to protect her somehow and if it means keeping her in the dark so be it.I picked up my phone to dial Cathy’s number, and after a few rings she picked it up.“Cathy, we have a situation.” That was the first thing I said when she picked the phone.“What is going on? Tell me about it,” she said.“Stacy received a threat on her socials yesterday,” I explained.“What’s the content?” She asked.“Chill let me send you the content,” I said and I forwarded the screenshot I took on Stacy’s phone to her.“This message is definitely from someone who knows about your marriage because I don
Stacy’s POVI pace back and forth in my room, fuming with anger. Marcelo thinks he can just order me around anyhow he likes, does he think I’m fragile.He’s just too controlling and possessive. He thinks I’m one of his businesses or companies he can control anyhow he likes.I’m so angry and frustrated and most particularly I feel trapped, I wonder when this lockdown will come to an end. The sad part of the whole thing is that I won’t be able to visit my mother.It’s funny how he still refuses to tell me why I go into this situation. I’m his wife for crying out loud, okay maybe fake wife but I still have the right to know what’s going on.He keeps saying he’s hoarding the information to keep me safe. “Stacy, trust me,” I mimic his deep voice.I sigh, still feeling frustrated and angry. There’s no point in fighting so hard when I know I won’t beat Marcelo anyway, especially since he has made up his mind.I hate that I had to succumb to his order. I know he’s right and this isn’t the ti
Marcelo’s POVIt’s a good thing Ella didn’t pick playing Princess this time, well she almost did but I convinced her to play scrabble as it helps her spell better and she took it.That is definitely different from other eight year olds. It's not like I have come across so many eight year olds anyway.I could feel Stacy glaring at me which I find cute, I’m sure she’s trying to look intimidating but trust me it’s the complete opposite.After playing the game a little bit more, I get up to go to my office. I have work to do. I have to complete some of the paperwork sent to me by Sarah this morning but I didn’t check it because of the Stacy situation.I should call my private investigator while at it as well.“Marcelo, are you leaving already?” Ella asked,“Yes I told you earlier I have work to do, your aunty Stacy is here to keep your company anyway. So please let me go.” I said looking at Stacy but her eyes were purposely fixated on the game.“Alright, thanks for playing with me,” she s
Stacy’s POV“I’m bored,” Ella suddenly said,“Bored? But we’re playing a game, right? Or am I wrong?” I said.“We’ve been playing this all morning. I want to do something different,” she said,Ella sure gets tired of things quickly, she’s always wanting to try new things.“So what should we do now, Miss?” I asked jokingly.“Let’s cook, it’s been a while we cooked together,” she said,“Hmmm okay, so what should we make then?”I asked,“I don’t know, anything delicious. I just want to cook with you,” she said.“Okay, let’s check the refrigerator and see what we have there,” I said standing up and heading towards the kitchen.I walked into the kitchen with Ella right beside me. I opened the refrigerator door, scanning the inside to see what we have available. That way it will be easier to decide what to make.“Should we make chicken piccata?” I asked,“What’s that?” She asked, confused.“Okay, it’s a meal made from chicken breast cutlets mixed with flour and butter sauce and lemon too.”
Marcelo’s POVAfter the lunch I had with Stacy and Ella which I was literally forced to anyway and the food was good even if I won’t say that to Stacy openly.I dialled my private investigator’s number again. I'm sure he gets tired sometimes but he can’t complain because I pay him extremely well. I mean what did I employ him for?“What’s the update?” I asked when he picked.“Still on it sir, we finally hacked your wife’s account and I replied to the message but the person isn’t online yet,” he explains.“Alright be on the lookout and call me immediately if there’s anything new.” I ordered. “Sure thing boss,” he responded and I ended the call.My mind went back to what Sarah told me about Jones and my father. I can’t shake off the feeling that the fight wasn’t just because of the donations, or could it be that my father finally got tired of Jones’s bullshit and decided to call him out on it.I think back to the last time I saw my father before he was killed alongside my mother, that w
Marcelo’s POVI walk back into Stacy’s hospital ward, my mind still reeling from the news about Cassie. I'm glad to be back by her side, to see her safe and recovering.I already called her friend after Ryan sent her number, she almost screamed my ears off when I told her Stacy is in the hospital. I wonder what she would do if she hears the circumstances surrounding it.As I sat down in the chair beside her bed waiting for her friend to come I did something weird that I don’t think I’ve ever done before, I sang. I sang, “stay with me,” by Sam smith.I didn’t know when the door opened, until I saw a familiar face in my peripheral vision. It's Jennifer and she was giving me a weird look.“What?” I asked.“Nothing. Don’t just ever try using singing as a career,” she says in a mocking tone. I scowled at her immediately and she turned back.“So,” Jenny says softly, as she approaches the bed. “How is she?”“She’s stable,” I said, repeating what the doctor said.“What really happened?” She a
Marcelo’s POVThe doctor comes out of the operating room, a look of relief on his face. “It's done,” he says. “The bullet is out, and she's stable.”I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you doctor,” I said gratefully.“But there’s one more thing;” he said and my heart beat accelerated. “We can’t say when she will wake up,”“Do you mean she’s in a coma?” I asked,“I won’t put it that way, you know in a coma we aren’t sure if the patient will wake up but I can assure you your wife will wake up so literally she’s not in coma. Let’s say she’s taking a deep sleep,” he explains.I nod my head not knowing what to say. At least there’s hope that she will be up.“We will move her to the private ward as you requested,” he said. I gave him a small grateful smile.I watch as the nurses wheel her into the ward while I follow closely behind them.After they left I sat beside Stacy’s hospital bed, my heart racing with anxiety as I gaze at her pale face. Just hours ago, she was in the clutches of that
Stacy’s POVI feel myself floating, weightless, in a sea of darkness. I try to open my eyes, but they won't budge. I'm trapped in this abyss, unable to escape.I remember being shot by Cassie, it feels like I’m in the warehouse again, this time it’s just me and Cassie and she’s pointing a gun at me and threatening to shoot me and I was pleading for her not to shoot me but she didn’t listen and shot me but before I could fall to the ground. I’m suddenly transported to a vivid dream. I'm walking through a beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the warm sunshine. Marcelo by my side, holding my hand. We're laughing and smiling, without a care in the world. I didn’t see Cassie or Cathy in this dream and I didn’t see Mr Jones or the masked men here. Everywhere looks so beautiful and peaceful.But the dream shifts, and I'm back in the darkness. I hear beeping sounds and muffled voices. I try to speak, but my voice is barely a whisper. The sound of the beeps reminds me of my mo
Marcelo’s POVCassie is still pointing her gun at me, we all look helpless even Cathy, her sister can’t stop her. Seems like this Cassie lady is living in her own delusion.“Chris brings that bitch in,” Then I see Chris bring Betty in from an entrance different from the one we came in. No wonder we didn’t see anyone outside. There's another entrance that leads to the underground.Betty is gagged and bound, her eyes wide with fear. Chris stands there unable to look me in the eyes.I feel a rush of emotion as I take in the sight. Betty, the woman I once loved, now a pawn in this twisted game.How did she even get involved from the very beginning? I don’t think I can ever see her the same way anymore, the betrayal, the pain and the torture I went through because I thought she died because I couldn’t protect her not knowing she was working with them.Cassie laughs. “Surprise,” she says. “I decided to do a small reunion for you and your women,” she said, still laughing.I feel a wave of ra
Marcelo’s POV“Story time,” Cassie screamed. I’m starting to think she’s actually bipolar because of someone who was pointing a gun a few minutes ago.“There was a man and woman, they were lovers and the woman loves him and the man loves the woman so much or that’s just what the woman thinks.”“During their time together the man wants to be rich and was looking for something else but the woman loves him regardless. Then one day the man started making little money, then he decided the woman wasn't good enough for him and you know what he did?” She asked, looking around the room like the maniac she is. Waiting for someone to give her an answer.“How are we supposed to have the answer to your question,” I said with a scowl on my face. I just wanted to strangle her.“Maybe you don’t but my sister does,” she said pointing at Cathy.“Anyway moving on,” she continues. “He left her, he left the woman that loves him for another woman. The woman tried to find love again after the betrayal but s
Marcelo’s POVI keep looking at the weird lady Cassie, apparently she has been watching me for a long time then it clicked. She’s definitely the one that sent a picture of me and my private investigator.“Wait, wait, before you start your story have you been the one sending me pictures?” I asked,“Oh that is one of the many things I’ve done to you,” she laughed. I’m trying to wrap my head around all of this. Then she speaks again. “You remember when your wife was followed when she came to visit you one time? Yes I did that too in fact Chris the head of your security was behind the wheel,” she revealed.I can see Stacy’s surprised expression and Ella is just looking confused. She obviously doesn’t understand what’s going on, I need to get her out of here. I signalled Marlo who was standing close to me and whispered something to him.“Get both of them out of here safely,” I told him.But before Marlo can move, Cassie steps forward, her hand emerging from her jacket with a gun. “I don't
Stacy’s POVI see the door of the room burst open, and my heart skips a beat as I see Marcelo standing in the doorway, his gun drawn and a fierce look in his eyes. He looks scary, I haven’t ever seen him like this before but today he looks so different. And behind him is one of the men I’ve seen around the mansion, I think he’s name is Thompson or so.“Ella, Stacy,” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse.I'm shocked, disbelieving. How did he find us? How did he get here so fast? I knew he was going to come for us but I didn’t think he would find us quickly especially in the middle of the night.Marcelo’s eyes scan the room, looking at everyone in the room. He rushes towards us, his face etched with worry and relief.“Are you guys okay?” He asks, his voice laced with emotion. I nod, still in shock. “Y-yes, we're fine.”He pulls us into a tight hug, holding us close. “I was so worried about you,” he whispers. “I'm so sorry I didn't protect you better.” He sounded l
Marcelo POVAs we go down the stairs, I discover the place is even wider than I thought. How can anyone think of building an underground here? I would have argued this type of place isn’t in the warehouse to even think it’s this wide.We soon got to the end of the stairs, as Thompson and I moved deeper into the darkness, I could hear noise coming from the top meaning there is chaos outside my men have attacked.I stopped immediately and I saw a room that has a door. This is probably where the voice has been coming from. The voice is getting clearer and I can make out some of the conversation.“Then why did you agree to the contract? Why didn’t you just say no? You're just a f**king gold digger.” I hear a familiar voice, I think I can tell who it is but I’m not so sure yet.“My mum was sick, I had to agree because I needed the money for her surgery, what could I have done,” That’s definitely Stacy’s voice, there’s no way I can miss that.“I really don’t care, you know, but now I’m lite
Stacy’s POVCathy, did you hate me that much?” I asked with tears in my eyes.“I f**king hates you with all the fibre in my body and yes I told her to take you because since you came and Marcelo ignores me, something he hasn't done before. He starts listening to you more while he sees me as evil, he looks at you in a way he has never looked at me when I’m the one that has been by his side from the very beginning,” she said all at once, her words dripping with disgust and her hatred for me.“But you know the whole truth, you know why he married me, you know it’s all a charade.” I said.“Of course I know but why did he choose you for that charade and not me? I’ve sacrificed my time for him, I’ve served him and protected him with all my strength yet he picked you just because you saved his sister. That doesn’t beat everything I’ve done for him,” she yelled.“I didn’t choose for this to happen, you know he came to me first.” I explained with tears in my eyes. I can’t wrap my head around a