(Serena's POV)I rise up to consciousness out of a dead blank into a world that is whiter than anything I have ever seen, like a fish of the bottomless rising to the surface of dazzling air and sun. Because there was a small gap between the currents, sunlight bounced off the carpet. I could clearly hear voices chatting softly and in an official manner quite close by, almost behind my ear. I was lying on my back on the bed, ramrod straight as the blanket warm on my skin.As the two hazy figures moved in the room's corner, my vision was still a little bit fuzzy. I look around to carefully examine my surroundings. As my vision gradually improved, the gray canvas in front of me changed into a rock-walled ceiling. I looked back toward the corner, still only partially conscious, and noticed Marcus and a man in a white robe talking intently.Where am I? Probably in the hospital, Serena. I noticed how strange it was to wake up in this way. My hazy consciousness eventually vanished, and I onc
(Serena's POV)Her Chanel stilettos resounded in every corner of the room, disturbing my inner peace. When I saw her Cheshire cat grin, my neck suddenly warmed up. Even more, the thought of her and Marcus in bed made my blood boil in bitterness.Even though I've been locked up and shot in the thigh, I still can't forget she dares to touch Marcus while I was out of her sight. What has gotten to Marcus and he let the snake, stay inside his premises? Does he think this witch won't bite him? Doesn't he know that his sex appeal reaches heaven, so every woman wants to taste heaven with him? Marcus stood up from the stool. "What are you doing here?"I scoffed at his question."Yeah right... What. Is. She. Doing. Here." I sneered at Marcus while raising my one eyebrow in his direction.He abruptly shook his head and held my hand. "I didn't invite her."Really? How did she know I'm in this hospital? My room number? Does he think I'm dumb?Nonetheless, I didn't let go of my hand because I saw
(Marcus's POV)Slamming the file folder on the table as my frustration kicks my nerves. Mr. Ortega, Lauren's father, wants to pull out his stocks in the Italy branch. If that happens, my company in Italy is at stake. All because my Uncle is doing dirty stuff behind my back. Now that I'm against his plan, he's doing these things on purpose.I'm gradually losing regard for him, and I'm worried that I might stop thinking of him as a family as a result of his disrespect for my father.Uncle Gregor is the son of my grandfather's mistress. When my father found out about him as his sibling, he gave him a position in the company as one of the Board of Directors. Which I believe was the wrong move of my father before he died.He is gradually taking over the company that my father and grandfather worked hard for. He's bribing the board of directors by taking me down and proving I lack in knowledge to run the company.My head is messed up.The stocks are losing their percentage and some of my p
(Serena's POV)The air was cool but the sun was out while the wind blew itself passed our bare skin as we strode out from the glass entrance door of the Lancaster General Hospital. Kevin hauled my belongings into the car while Marcus held up my waist so I could use the axillary crutches correctly. I was discharged from the hospital and the Doctor said that my wound will heal in a few days. Thankfully, the wound is not that deep. Should I be thankful for Ryle's carelessness?Nonetheless, I'm not in the right mind right now. My head is messed up. Marcus and I have not spoken since last night. After twenty-four hours from the time he had promised, he finally returned. I'm not waiting for his return though.The whole ride back to the mansion was quiet as hell. I took a glance at Marcus who was in deep thought while staring blankly at the window. He must have gone through it. Is it that bad? Was it my fault why he's suffering right now? I just added to his worry and responsibility, he eve
(Serena's POV)Staring at his glorious face, I snap myself back to the present and to the book I am reading. We sat by the parlor, him staring out to the forest while I sat by the window, staring aimlessly at the pages laid on my lap.It's been a week since Ryle abducted me. Actually, I'm trying my best to forget that moment, also, the moment with Ryle as a precious friend. That's why I forced Marcus to take a day off. Speaking of Suzy, her father found out her staying at Marcus's house, maybe that's why Uncle Gregor is damn mad at Marcus. The morning sun is now high up in the sky, announcing mid-afternoon; the breeze has ceased, replaced by the ever-prickly warm haze. I huff, shifting my feet so that I am leaning by the window pane."Siri, what would you like to do for the rest of the day rather than spend it with your book?" I stared at him for a while as he leaned across the open doors, his head tilted to the view of the forest, as though he isn't really talking to me. I raised an
(Serena's POV)It was almost midday when I decided to leave the shade and find something delicious to eat for I wanted to cheer myself up, my thoughts in a jumble as I walk, dazed. Marcus was nowhere to find and I decided not to drag him on my food trip. I am threading through the crowd of tourists when I found a hotdog stand. I ordered two jumbos and a fruit shake to go with it. Pulling my wallet from my handbag, I paid for the food and started to walk away. It was quiet at first then I heard them mumbling around me before they erupted, the whole crowd laughing. I curiously stared at them and realize that it was me whom they are laughing about. I followed their gaze and was surprised that my dress was now split in half, showing my cleavage and a bit of my breast. Blushing, I tried to cover myself with the drinks and two hotdog jumbo's on my hands but it was a futile attempt. I tried to hurry back to the shade Marcus made for me back at the shore, my head bowed while I tried so hard
(Serena's POV)I was bored like crazy.I lay down on the floor, my thoughts and emotions in unrest. I really miss him and the way my hormones raged on, doesn't help me at all. I pulled at my hair and turn so that I am facing the balcony, the view of the beautiful Sunday morning trying to cheer me up but failing. I push myself up so that I can sit. I've been in our bed for quite an hour now after breakfast, eating my Cheerios with Nutella as I stare at the empty canvas. I couldn't seem to find the motivation to do something. All because I miss him.He is still not here. He didn't say goodbye to me yesterday morning. I know he's too busy but here I am impatiently waiting for his arrival. He didn't even bother to send me a text or call or send Suzy to my aid.I did try to call him a few times and it just directed me to his voicemail with his very sexy voice saying: 'Marcus Walton. I am quite busy at the moment, please leave a message'.It's quite disappointing that my effort in prepar
(Serena's POV)I was startled when someone touches my elbow and in a moment, I was back at the situation at hand. "Are you okay, miss?" The very healthy woman beside me asked as she held unto my elbow. I touched my forehead and felt the dizzy spell leaving me. I was glad that she held me or else I already have collapsed on the floor.I shouldn't have been reminded of things about that man. It is so heavy in my chest whenever I sometimes recollect the moments I had with him. But right now, I don't know why I feel nauseous.I turn my head down and wipe my forehead, breathing through my nose so I won't throw up.I was about to answer the woman when Suzy pokes her head out of one of the shelves, a couple of books tightly clutched in her hands as she smiled, "There you are! I thought you are already swallowed by the spirit in that vase." She stated pointing at the vase beside me. When she recognizes the healthy woman holding me by the arm, "Oh! Hey there, Carla.""Hey Suzy, she's...?" Th