Marietta’s POV
The night should have ended here.
I had played my part. I had smiled, I had accepted my award, and I had made my statement. I should have been able to slip into the background now, enjoy the rest of the evening with a glass of champagne and a few well-placed deflections.
But fate—or perhaps something far more cruel—had other plans.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host’s voice rang out, smooth and confident. "Before we continue with our celebrations, we have a special moment planned."
A hum of curiosity spread through the ballroom. My fingers curled tighter around my champagne glass.
"As you all know, tonight is about honoring excellence, resilience, and the undeniable power of talent." The host smiled warmly, looking out over the crowd. "And what better way to mark this occasion than with a dance?"
A polite ripple of applause.
I exhaled quietly. Fine. A dance. Let them twirl around in overpriced gowns and polished shoes. It had nothing to do with me.
But then—
"And who better to share this first dance than the woman of the night—Miss Marietta Monroe!"
My breath caught.
No.
The applause surged, and I felt dozens of eyes snap toward me. My smile froze, but I kept my expression smooth, controlled.
This was bad.
I had been dodging direct confrontation all evening, keeping Michael at arm’s length, playing the game on my terms. But now?
Now, I was being pulled into the center of the stage.
And the worst part?
The host wasn’t done.
"And, of course, what is a dance without a partner?" The host chuckled, eyes gleaming with the thrill of spectacle. "It seems only fitting that she shares this moment with someone from her past—someone who, like her, has left an undeniable mark on this city."
A pause. A slow smile.
"Mr. Michael Whitmore."
A heavier silence fell over the room.
I felt it before I saw it—the sudden shift in energy, the way whispers broke out like ripples in water.
Michael stiffened beside me.
I turned, and our eyes met.
His jaw was tight, his fingers curled into a fist, but the moment the cameras turned toward him, his face was unreadable.
For the first time tonight, neither of us had a choice.
Shit.
With all eyes on us, refusing would make headlines. It would confirm the rumors, feed the speculation, turn this event into something far messier than either of us wanted.
And I refused to be seen as the one who ran away.
So, with a slow breath, I placed my champagne glass on a passing tray, lifted my chin, and stepped forward.
Michael did the same.
The crowd parted as we made our way to the center of the ballroom, the polished marble floor gleaming beneath the golden light.
A soft melody began to play. The kind of song designed to make people believe in fate, in love stories that never truly end.
The irony made me want to laugh.
Michael extended a hand.
I hesitated—just for a second—before slipping mine into his.
The moment we touched, I felt it.
The past. The pain. The history we could never erase.
His fingers tightened slightly, pulling me closer, his other hand settling at my waist. I placed mine on his shoulder, keeping the distance between us measured.
Controlled.
But Michael had always been good at breaking through my walls.
"Don’t overthink it," he murmured, his voice low enough for only me to hear. "It’s just a dance."
I forced a small smile. "Then try to keep up."
He exhaled through his nose, almost like a quiet laugh, and then we began to move.
The steps were smooth, practiced. Our bodies moved in sync, following a rhythm we hadn’t shared in years.
It should have been easy.
But nothing about this was easy.
Michael’s grip was firm but not forceful. His eyes never left mine, but they were searching, filled with something unreadable.
I refused to let myself sink into it.
"You should have corrected him," he said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I blinked. "What?"
"Harris," he bit out. "You should have told him you weren’t a Whitmore anymore."
Ah.
So it really was bothering him.
I tilted my head slightly, pretending to think. "Strange," I mused. "I don’t recall you correcting him either."
Michael’s jaw clenched. "Marietta—"
"I thought we were not meant to talk about this again," I interrupted smoothly.
He didn’t respond. Not at first.
Instead, he guided me through another turn, his movements precise, controlled.
But his eyes—
His eyes told another story.
And then—just as the music reached its crescendo—he did something I didn’t expect.
He leaned in, his lips barely an inch from my ear.
And he whispered, "I never signed the divorce papers."
Dear Readers ( In Penelope's voice) How long has Michael been keeping this secret? And more importantly… why? Medications calls. Thanks for reading
Marietta's POVThe words landed like a whisper from the past—soft, and unexpected.For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.I stared at him, still in shock.Michael Whitmore wasn’t the type to joke."You…" My voice wavered. "You made me leave. You forced me out. That morning—"The memories crashed in, sharp and unrelenting.Michael, standing in our bedroom, his face blank, his voice like ice."Pack your things.""You don’t belong here anymore.""I’m done.""We are done."And now, after all these years, he stood before me, speaking as if none of it had ever happened. As if the pain, the betrayal, the years of silence hadn’t existed.I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing myself to stay steady. "You wanted me gone, Michael. And now you’re telling me you never signed them?"His jaw tensed, a flicker of something—regret? hesitation?—crossing his face."I filed them."A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Then what does it matter?" I shook my head, incredulous. "You already m
Marietta’s POVI made my way out of the hall and headed to the hotel room I had booked before flying down to America from Paris. The moment I stepped into my hotel suite, I locked the door behind me and exhaled. The night had drained me. Michael’s words still echoed in my head, twisting and turning in ways I didn’t want them to. "You never even asked me why." I hated that those words had shaken me. Three years. Three years of silence. Three years of building a life from nothing. I kicked off my heels and walked toward the minibar, pouring myself a glass of wine. I wasn’t in the mood to drink, but I needed something—anything—to drown out the emotions clawing at me. As I raised the glass to my lips, my phone vibrated on the table. Bella Monroe. For the first time since leaving that cursed gala, relief flooded through me. I pressed the answer button. "Took you long enough," Bella’s voice came through, smooth and sharp as ever. "I was starting to think you passed out somewher
Marietta's POVI had woken up that morning and realized last night was nothing but a dream. I had dreamt of him coming to my hotel room. I just had to pass the night there. I couldn't afford going to the place Mr. Felix my manager has booked for me. I was a bit drunk and celebrities life are being monitored. Going all the way to the place given to me by the company couldn't deny my image. Just as I was about to get out of bed. Clara my personal assistant walked in. "The manager asked of you last night. And why you didn't seem to go to the house," Clara broke the silence. "And what did you say?" "I told him you have some unfinished business," Clara cleared her throat. "Good," Handing over some files to me, I scanned through and noticed that I was still in one way or the other linked to Michael. "And when did the Whitmore invest in the acting world?" "Mr. Felix included them and-" She wasn't done talking when I made my way into the bathroom. "We are going to the whitmore's h
Marietta’s POV“Cancel every meeting for tomorrow. Book a flight to Paris. Now Clara!” I ordered.“Hey, Etta. Calm down.” Elsie grabbed my face.“It’s alright,” he patted my head.Placing my head on his chest, I wept.“I promise you, she’ll be fine,” Elsie assured me.“Do you want me to come with you?” Elsie asked.“Someone needs to be here. We’ve got a movie cast in a few days to Christmas, Elsie.” I wiped off my tears.“I have to go,” I said. “I’ll always call you. If you need anything from me, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay?” Elsie shouted from behind.It took me two hours before I got to the airport. “Clara, you won’t be going with me. But please, give Elsie all the support he needs.” “Yes, ma’am,” Clara bowed.My flight was a very tiring one. I couldn’t help myself.All through the journey, I was just tearing up. Making use of my scarf to cover my face. Since I was in first class, there was less disturbance from fans.It took me ten hours to get off the plane. I didn’t was
Marietta's POVI did not realise how much I had slept until Bella tapped me on the shoulder."Hey, Etta. Have it." She handed me a hamburger and a yogurt. "Thanks," I heaved a sigh. She sure knows how to take care of me."I figured out you haven't eaten all day," she smiled at me."What about Valerie? Do you think she'll be okay? She's all I have Bella." I cried out."Don't worry. The surgery was successful," Bella smiled.I heaved a sigh and quickly munched my food.Two hours later, the doctor reached out, a smile tugged on his face. "Valerie is okay. She just needs some rest," he replied."Thank you, doctor." I cried out as Bella held me tighter.A call interrupted the moment. It was Elsie. "I've been worried sick about you. How's Valerie?" Elsie questioned. "Valerie's fine," I answered wiping my tears."Are you crying? Do you want me to come over?" Elsie asked impatiently. "No, I'm not. I'm fine." I lied."I'll be back soon. Thanks. I have to go now," I replied, before hanging
Marietta's POVI quickly rang Clara again. "Where's Mr. Felix going next?”“As we speak right now, he’s on his way to America,” Clara answered.“Please, let him know I want to have a conversation with him,” I replied.“Yes, ma’am,” Clara replied.I teared up immediately, turning to Bella.“You’ll be fine. Trust me,” Bella consoled me.“Bella, this is my career. The only thing that has fed me, and Valerie till now,” I cried out.“Could it be Katty?” I assumed.“Katty? How did you meet that witch again?” Bella asked angrily.“I found out she was one of the co-founders of the movie industry I just got signed in,” I narrated my hands trembling in fear.“I’ll take care of Valerie for you. Go save your career,” Bella patted my back.“Thanks, Bella. What would I do without you?” I wiped off my tears, reaching for my handbag.“Tell Valerie, mommy will be back.” I kissed my daughter’s forehead before racing out.Clashing into Michael at the exit, I froze in fear. But I wasn’t even ready for his
Marietta's POV"Mr. Whitmore has a daughter? How?" I heard some of my colleagues mutter."How? I thought they were divorced?" Another added.My eyes darted from Granny Lorette to Elsie. I yanked my hands off from Michael's and made my way out."Etta!" Elsie called but I didn't answer.Making my way out, Clara quickly got the car door for me. "Marietta, wait!" Elsie pulled me back. Spinning me around, I clashed against his chest. For a moment, his eyes bored into mine, and quickly I withdrew myself. "Elsie, the reporters will be here any minute. I need to leave," I answered."What was he talking about?" Elsie pointed at the door."Can we talk about this later, Elsie? I'm not in my right state of mind," I whispered.Making my way back to the car, Elsie's voice echoed from behind."Do you still love him?" He asked yet again.Over the years, one thing has kept me going. And that was Valerie. But also, I couldn't stop thinking about Michael. The more I thought about him, the more I got
Michael's POVToday's embarrassment was too much. But I won't give up on her.Stepping out of the car, I made my way into the living room, ignoring granny's call."You were there, Granny. Yet, you said nothing!" I raged."What do you expect me to do? Can't you see the young woman is in pain?" Granny yelled."I warned you three years ago when you filed for a divorce. Didn't I?" Granny added. "Help me, please. What do you think I can do?" I asked.In the middle of the argument, Katty entered. "Hey, stop there!" I shouted."You cannot tell me what to do. This is my husband's house" Katty retorted."I wondered what I saw in you that made me leave Etta for you. I can't believe you are this worthless!" I flinched.Forgetting that my granny was still here with us. “I don’t understand.” Granny walked closer to me.“You and Katty were having a thing? Under my nose?” Granny asked surprised.“I can explain,” I stuttered.“Katty? You were in love with Michael when you were with Lucian?” Granny
Marietta’s POVHe pulled away, a small trace of broth still in his mouth. I opened my mouth to speak, but froze when I saw him casually chew the food he had taken from me. “Tastes better than anything on the table,” Aiden said with a soft smile, leaving my cheeks burning with shyness.Since being with Aiden, my heart had slowly begun to heal. I’d been so wrapped up in my painful past that I hadn’t realized just how much I craved this — him. He might be younger than me, but in every way that mattered, he was better. Better than Michael. Better than anyone. He was... simply the best.“Are you done eating?” Aiden asked, settling back into his chair, his gaze still warm on me.“But you haven’t touched your food,” I said, glancing at the untouched plate in front of him.“I’m full,” he said simply. “Watching you eat is enough.”Feeling a little flustered, I cleared my throat, picked up the glass of water, and took a long sip. Setting it down, I met his eyes and said quietly, “I’m don
Marietta’s POV He crushed his lips against mine as we both inhaled deeply.I didn’t realise when I opened up and allowed him to slide his tongue into mine.“Aiden,” I broke off quickly.“I’m sorry,” he apologized, before taking his hand off me.“I was just mesmerized by your beauty,” he answered, stuttering. “And I’m sorry I ruined our dinner night.” He added, this time helping me to get off the shelf.Heaving a sigh, I shook my head in disapproval at his words. “No, you didn’t. Lena did.”I could see excitement written all over his face as he pointed at the door. “So you are no longer leaving, right?”“Yes,” I answered slowly.It’s not as if my life was going to get any better if I left his abode and protection behind.Who knows, Katty might be out there lingering around and waiting for me.“I’ll ask the maid to make us something else to eat,” Aiden said, aiming for the door.“And yeah,” he turned towards me. “Bella will join us this time around,” he replied. “She needs to be pro
Marietta’s POVSilence filled the room, broken only by a few sharp gasps.My hands shook as I stared at what had just happened.When I finally looked up at his face, his eyes were already red.“I’m sorry, Aiden. But can you just leave me alone?” I whispered beneath my breath.Yanking his hand off, I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t allow it.“Rita,” he called, his grip firm on my elbow.“Yes, boss,” Rita replied, bowing to him.“Take the maids and leave,” he commanded. Rita went silent for a while, her eyes focused on mine.“Yes, boss,” she answered. Turning her back against us, she ordered the maids out, and soon the door clicked closed, leaving just me, Aiden, and Lena alone. “I’m not responsible for your pregnancy, Lena. And you know that!” Aiden rebuked Lena even with his hand still holding mine.“Then you lie because every evidence is here with me,” Lena lashed, as she picked up her bag only to bring out her phone.“And what am I supposed to do with that?” Aiden asked in total
Marietta’s POVI blinked back in disbelief as I watched the maid nod in affirmation.“I’m the first?” I repeated while I watched the maid smile back at me.“Yes,” the maid answered before bowing her head.“My name is Rita, and it’s nice to have you here,” she said, snapping her fingers. Just then, the other maids made their way out, lining themselves up, while some approached me, standing to my left and right. “Can we take off your clothes?” The maids asked, and I surrendered to their will, my eyes fixed on Rita.It took the maids two hours to get me dressed and ready for an occasion I know nothing about. “Why–”“Master asked us to get you dressed up for dinner,” Rita, the chiefmaid, replied.“Dinner? Like a date?” I stuttered in surprise.“Kind of,” Rita answered, signaling to the maids.As I watched some of them open the makeup tool in front of me, others started to adorn my hair with beautiful bands and jewelry.My heart raced fast as I saw the dress that was brought for me by R
Michael’s POVI couldn’t get my mind off the kiss I had shared with Donovan yesterday. It has been wet, hot, sweet, yet brief. And it has been fickle with my heart, but it has also messed with my brain, leaving me helpless.“Donovan,” I spoke his name out loud, as I watched the door open almost immediately.“Can I come in?” Donovan asked, his eyes settling on the bottle of alcohol I had set in front of me.Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.“Yes, what did you find out about Katty and Gloria?” I asked impatiently.As much as I tried to take my mind off Marietta, I couldn’t. My thoughts have been divided ever since I shared that kiss with Donovan.Who am I? I can’t possibly be drawn to a man like myself. I need to visit a therapist. It seems I might not be able to handle this myself.“Marietta has been abducted,” Donovan replied with his head bowed.I jumped out of my seat with my fist clenched and my eyes fixed on Donovan.I moved closer to him to be sure I heard him corre
Marietta’s POV“You came for me?” I said with more tears rolling down my cheeks.“Boss, she has escaped,” one of his guards reported with a bow.“Find her and bring her to me,” He shrieked.“Yes, boss,” Adien commanded.Losing me from the chains that had held me bound, I collapsed into his arms and blacked out immediately. *********I had woken up to the smell of vanilla and luxury. Not just that, the cool air on my skin also confirmed that I was now in a better place.My vision was blurry at first, but later cleared upon feeling a touch on my skin.“Aiden, what are you–”I was stopped with his lips on mine, each accompanied by his tongue.It lasted for a while before we finally broke off panting heavily. His eyes scrutinized mine, as he placed his forehead on mine, his breath fanning my face.“Etta?” Bella called before halting in her tracks. “Am I interrupting something?” “I’ll just leave,” Aiden whispered and left quickly, letting me know that he would be back very soon.“Bella,
Marietta’s POV“Aiden,” I grabbed his shirt tighter, my breath fanning his bare neck.“I love it when you call my name,” He smirked before letting go of me.I could swear I was already getting wet beneath. I could feel my natural lubricant beneath me. I didn’t want him to stop, but I don’t want to continue either. “I’m sorry,” he said, panting heavily.I could tell he had to control himself from taking me right now. I could see that through his heavy breath and his red ears.“The maids will attend to you,” he said, taking a few steps back. “But Aiden…” I cleared my throat as he turned towards me. “What? Do you want to tell me something, Pookie?” “No,” I waved my hand and looked away from him. I don’t know if it’s just me but he looks damn hot, that I just couldn’t resist him whenever he’s close.Just then, a knock landed on the door, interrupting my thoughts.“Who is it?” I inquired, wrapping my clothes around me quickly.The master asked us to attend to you,” the maids chorused
Marietta’s POV“You came for me?” I said with more tears rolling down my cheeks.“Boss, she has escaped,” one of his guards reported with a bow.“Find her and bring her to me,” He shrieked.“Yes, boss,” Adien commanded.Losing me from the chains that had held me bound, I collapsed into his arms and blacked out immediately. *********I had woken up to the smell of vanilla and luxury. Not just that, the cool air on my skin also confirmed that I was now in a better place.My vision was blurry at first, but later cleared upon feeling a touch on my skin.“Aiden, what are you–”I was stopped with his lips on mine, each accompanied by his tongue.It lasted for a while before we finally broke off panting heavily. His eyes scrutinized mine, as he placed his forehead on mine, his breath fanning my face.“Etta?” Bella called before halting in her tracks. “Am I interrupting something?” “I’ll just leave,” Aiden whispered and left quickly, letting me know that he would be back very soon.“Bella,
Marietta’s POVEveryone’s jaw dropped as I held the girl’s hand, stopping her from retaliating.“Are you being serious right now?” I scoffed as I watched tears roll down her cheeks.“What’s going on here?” Aiden appeared behind almost immediately.The elevator door closed, and everyone explained what had happened between me and the girl to Aiden. All through the whole explanation, Aiden had said nothing, but his eyes only lingered on mine. As if waiting for me to defend myself.“They are lying,” I replied.I clenched my fist, my eyes darting from one person to another. I could see through them, they wanted me gone. “You are fired,” Aiden’s voice echoed through the hallway, sending shivers down my spine.I trembled in fear as I tried to make up some words, but I couldn’t.Where was I supposed to start from? Is he really going to believe his staff over me?Does he even love me at all?His eyes bored into mine as he looked away and motioned past me. Stopping in front of the lady I had