(Serena's POV)As soon as these words left my mouth, Marcus abruptly stopped in the middle of the way. I could see, he was contemplating whether to reach out to me or not.Maybe he didn't expect me to say such a thing but I only stated a fact about myself. I can't be this selfish, I needed to warn him that he was playing with a lifeless soul and none of his actions will intrigue me."Serena... I-I..." He lost his words as pain crossed his face but being the expert at masking his feeling, he hid them."You won't change my heart towards you, Mr. Walton." I calmly said while keeping my face neutral."That time will tell, mi amore." He said while he curled his hand in determination.Wrong, Marcus.You are wrong. You may be a charmer, but I am no ordinary girl today.My heart is surrounded by walls, walls which are not just high but thick too. They are embedded with my shrill screams and are wrapped around thorns that are nothing but my endless woes.As soon you will come near this wall,
(Serena's POV)"I'm hungry." I suddenly blurted out. We were driving down the road and I don't have any idea where is our destination. He didn't enclose the information to me about where we're going tonight. He blackmailed me to just be with him tonight in exchange for not touching Lily's cafe. How absurd is that?Marcus took a glance at me. "Okay, let's find a nearby restaurant."I heavily sigh before he turned the steering wheel and pulled over the car at the empty space outside the Kavkaz restaurant.Before walking out of the car, I made sure to take my medicine. I always take my medicine in time or else I will have an attack again in front of Marcus. He already knew my panic attack. I won't let him know about my illness.I don't want to drink my medicine in front of him. He has quick eyes and might notice the kind of medicine I've been taking all this time, aside from drugs. I'm just being careful.I followed Marcus inside and thankfully, there is a vacant table and seat for us.
(Serena's POV)As soon as we landed in Frankfurt, Germany, we headed straight to the boutique. Marcus headed inside the store which screams luxury. I followed him without any idea why we are here. If we are in a boutique, full of gorgeous elegant dresses, expensive tuxedos, sparkling high-end heels, and shoes.This only means we're going to a party. Again."Marcus Walton?"A woman in her late 20s came forward with a wide smile on her face. Well, who would not recognize Marcus? His face is everywhere."Frieda Becker," Marcus said as he strode towards the woman and greeted her with a tight hug.I rolled my eyes. He came here to flirt with a Deutsche."Was machst du hier?" (What are you doing here?)And now, they're talking in German."Ich bin von Gloria eingeladen"(I'm invited by Gloria)I sat on a beige couch to rest my ankle. Slowly, my ankle is not in pain whenever I walk at a normal pace. My eyes scanned the surroundings as I massage my leg.Only a few people are wandering inside
(Serena's POV)As the cold wind kisses my bare skin, a shiver runs down my spine. Since I'm wearing a strapless dress, revealing my bare neckline and shoulder, I took a sip of my wine. It helps to replace the coldness I'm feeling inside as the heat slowly gushes down my throat.It's been ten minutes since Gloria left me here on the terrace. And I couldn't see Marcus near my position. He must be having fun with his friends. His friends that I didn't get well along with. Marcus has friends who insult me face to face. Some were insulting my dignity by wanting me to spend a night with them. They think I'm a gold digger and a prostitute. I never open up this situation to Marcus because it's his friends. I don't want to this will cause their misunderstanding. Also, they're drunk while doing nasty things to me. Of course, I always protected myself from that perverts.Time goes by... But it's happening again. That's why I distance myself whenever Marcus's friends were around.Also, I'm used
(Serena's POV)I was quiet the whole time inside the car, staring at the blank space as the rain showered down the street. I wanted to talk and he clarify things but my bitterness overpowered me. Why would I make him clarify things? I am so not bothered by Frieda's words. She was the past, I'm the present. What am I saying? Did I drink too much alcohol? Damn, my head!"What's wrong?" He started.I ignore his presence as I do not have the energy to have a conversation with him. It pisses me more thinking about him and Frieda smiling, hugging, and touching each other's bodies as if they have a very special bond. Yeah, indeed. A very unique relationship.But who am I to be bothered? Am I bothered? No, I am not. That alcohol was making my head spin like crazy. My thoughts were everywhere. My mind is not thinking right. And my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Anger.Am I?"Are you tired?" He touches my hand causing me to glance at him.His eyes. His ocean blue eyes.His stu
(Serena's POV)I turned my gaze in Marcus's direction but... He's missing.'Don't trust him too much my dear' Frieda's statement echoed in my head.With a heavy breath, I run my hand through my hair. "Are you trying me, Marcus?"I was contemplating asking his friends about his whereabouts. I'm trying to keep my low profile, to avoid being thrown words from them.Ever since I've met them, I never received a warm welcome from them. They silently gave me raised brows, a side eye, and a scoff. I don't know why Marcus did not notice their silent rude behavior toward me. Or is he turning a blind eye?I almost jump off the floor, startled by the sudden fireworks made by Harold and the others. Are they nuts? It was past midnight and they were creating a buzz among the people who were resting silently. I sometimes wonder how Marcus made friends with these empty-headed beings. Well, not all of them it is.I finally came into my thought to look for Marcus. He must be inside the penthouse. My
(Serena's POV)The atmosphere inside the car was tense. We just returned home from Germany, and having him in the car made the experience even scarier. We were scheduled to remain at the hotel, but he apparently changed his mind.He was keeping silent the entire flight for eight hours, and now that he's more tense, it makes me feel uneasy.Was I to blame?I wanted to explain all that happened at Harold's house, but Marcus's fury took over his thoughts and feelings. Since hours ago, I had been controlling my tears from falling. Sincere to say, I'm worried. If I utter a word, I'm worried that he'll hurt me as well. I was worried he would say I was flirting or having an affair with Harold. I also never wanted this to occur.Here, I am a victim. I didn't intend to do that.He turned up the engine, sending my hammering heart in my chest to the point of terror. I am afraid that if I try to stop him, he will turn all of his rage on me.Thankfully, we made it to the mansion without incident.
(Serena's POV)I opened my eyes and looked up to see if he was awake when I felt the faint movement of his chest against my palm. He was undoubtedly awake. His wide-eyed with his agitated ocean-blue gaze.He quickly scantled the room. I kept quiet, allowing him to take everything in around him. His eyes only met mine after a brief period of silence, and as always, it sent sparks racing through my body. Did he calm down? My heart was racing while fidgeting with my fingers. I admit, I'm anxious about what words would come out of his mouth. It feels like it's happening again. By the time he threw the pictures of me with another man in a bed, the time when he deadly glared at me, the time when he divorced me harshly.Will he believe his eyes and not my words? Again? He took a glance at the bed before turning to face me once more. At his perplexed expression, I sigh. His eyes squinted as he noticed the fabric wrapped around his palm when he looked down at it. "You cut your palm and got