Stacy’s POVI watched Marcelo leave this morning, I saw the pain and anger in his eyes earlier. I wonder why everyone around him is betraying him. I mean Marcelo can be harsh sometimes but I know he’s not a bad person and he genuinely cares for everyone around him including his workers.I didn’t go downstairs until later to see Ella, I haven’t just been in the right frame of mind to do anything. I honestly can’t wait for the weekend to come when I get to see Jennifer. I’ll be visiting my mum this week, Jenny already told me she won’t be around to see me so that’s till the weekend then. I really need a break from everything.I saw Ella on her iPad, I wonder what she’s doing this time. “Hey baby,” I greet,“Hey Stacy,” she said, giving me a wide smile.“What’s my favourite girl up to? What are you doing on your iPad?”“Nothing, just playing games on my iPad, I’m so bored, thank God you are finally down, I have been alone on my own.” She whines.“Sorry baby, is there something you want
Marcelo’s POVI stepped into the board room, the room was already filled with the familiar faces of our board of directors, they all look professional, they're really here for business.“Good morning, everyone,” I said, making my way to the head of the table. “I apologise for being a few minutes late.”The head of the board nodded at me. “No need to apologise, sir. We're just getting started,” he said and I gave him a grateful smile.“Let's get down to business, shall we?”I took my seat, signalling to Sarah, she handed over the documents in her hand while she shared some to the other directors in the meeting.As I glanced around the table, I made eye contact with each director, acknowledging their presence. I know some of them don’t like me and I don’t really care if I’m being honest, I know some of them voted for Jones the last time as well which I don’t find surprising Jones will definitely have his people among them, and I’m sure they will relay everything that happens here today
Marcelo’s POVI’m on my way to see Mr Sanders, my father's lawyer and he’s also the one who helped with the marriage contract. He knows my marriage is based on a contract even if he’s the one in charge of my father’s will. I remember having a conversation with him after my father died and he said some things to me which made me confident enough to go on with fake marriage without Jones using it against me in future.Me, Sanders and Jones have always been friends. In fact, it was through Jones that Mr Sanders became my fathers lawyer but I still don’t know what happened between them that they became enemies, I really wish to know but he’s not ready to share it he only said time will tell. Mr Sanders was the first person that told me about the conditions in my father’s will in order to get my inheritance, he also let me know Jones knows about my father’s condition that’s why it didn’t catch me off guard when Jones mentioned it.I remember Mr Sanders making a statement when he read my
Stacy’s POVI didn’t see Marcelo yesterday after he came back from work, I was a little tired so I didn’t bother to go downstairs at all.I’ll be visiting my mother tomorrow then I’ll meet up with Betty afterwards. I decide to go downstairs so I can get a glimpse of him before he goes out.When I got downstairs, I saw him sipping his coffee as usual, he’s dressed in joggers and a white tee which brought out his biceps. He looked so hot, I took my eyes off him before he noticed I’m staring at him. He doesn’t look like he’s going out, at least not right now.“Good morning,” I greeted,“Good morning Stacy, how was your night?” He asked. He seems to be in a better mood than yesterday, this is the happiest I’ve seen him since last weekend's issue.“Fine, thank you,” I said.“I’ve meaning to talk to you but you seem to be asleep when I got home yesterday,” he said,“Okay I’m here now,” I said.“Let’s go to my office, there will be more privacy that way,” he suggests.“Okay,” I said. He put
Marcelo’s POVI stood in the kitchen, sipping my coffee and scanning the news on my tablet. It was early, and the house was quiet. I guess everyone was still sleeping. Usually Stacy is always up early and I mostly see her cooking in the kitchen by this time but for some reason she’s not here today.As I read, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, finally someone is up. “Good morning,” Stacy said, her voice hoarse from sleep.I turned to face her, taking in her dishevelled hair and worn expression, her eyes swollen and looking like she had a rough night. “Morning,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Sleep well?”She nodded, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Yeah,” she responded. I haven’t seen her take coffee before so I find it a little weird she’s taking coffee today.“You good? You’re taking coffee I’ve never seen you take coffee before or I didn’t notice?” I said“Oh yeah, not really a fan of coffee but I needed something to wake me up properly. I'm going out to
Stacy’s POVI stepped out of the car and onto the hospital's entrance, feeling a mix of emotions guilt especially. It had been days since I last visited my mother, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had neglected her. The fake marriage and the drama that came with it had consumed me and restricted me from visiting my mum,As I made my way to her room, I could feel the weight of my guilt bearing down on me. I don’t think I have been away from my mum for so long even when she isn’t in a coma. What type of daughter am I?I pushed open the door to her room, and my heart swelled with love. There she was, lying in bed, her eyes closed, looking frail but peaceful. I felt a lump form in my throat as I approached her.“Mom,” I whispered, taking her hand in mine. It’s not like she can hear me or answer me anyway.I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I'm so sorry, Mom. I've been busy, but that's no excuse. I should have been here more often.” I said hoping she would hear me i
Marcelo’s POVMy private investigator hasn’t called since this morning and I’m starting to get bothered.“Is he busy doing something else? Or did he lose her?” I asked myself. I picked up my phone to call him then I dropped it again. I'm extremely curious right now but then a part of me doesn’t want to call him yet.I decided to wait for a bit before dialling his number but for some reason, I picked up my phone for the twentieth time today and finally decided to just call him so I can be reassured at least.I dialled the number, my mind racing with thoughts of Stacy and her new friend. My private investigator answered on the first ring.“Hey, what's up?” I asked immediately he picked,“Boss,” he said.“I haven’t heard anything all day, is there a problem?” I asked.“No problem sir, actually she hasn’t come out of the hospital since she entered,” he explained.“Oh, guess I was just worried for nothing,” I said. No wonder he didn’t call, she would have missed her mom yeah and she must
Stacy’s POVI walked into the coffee shop, scanning the room for Betty. I wouldn’t call her my friend just because we had met on a few occasions and we spoke on the phone a few times, I can’t exactly call her an acquaintance either for now whatever she is to me has no tag. I’m here to give a chance for friendship maybe but let’s see how today goes first.Even though she seems like an extremely nice and friendly person I still don’t feel at ease with her. There was something about her that didn't quite add up, but I couldn't put my finger on it.As I spotted her in the corner, I felt a twinge of anxiety. Why had I agreed to meet her again? I didn't really want to be here, but I had convinced myself I was being paranoid and Jennifer told me to make new friends as well. Jennifer has other friends she hangs out with aside from me, so she thinks I should explore as well.I made my way over to her, forcing a smile onto my face. “Hey, Betty! Sorry I'm late.”She stood up, her eyes sparkling
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