When Valeria returned to Markos' room, she was immediately taken to the hospital for a medical checkup by the doctors. “If you are ovulating, we would extract the eggs from your body. Otherwise, we would give you a shot to stimulate ovulation. And that will assure everything including preparing your body for the process.”
"There is no need to worry, Mrs Moreno. This might hurt a little but the child will be healthy, sound and safe." Valeria was consoled by one of the female doctors. Valeria lay on the bed as her heartbeat quickened. "How long will it take to make that happen?"
"It's hard to say. If we're lucky, it would take three to four months maximum. Otherwise, it might take forever," said the doctor. She then paused before adding, " But don’t worry. You're young, so I'm sure this will go smoothly. There is less to worry about. Just eat well and stay healthy.”
Once everything was over, Valeria returned to Markos's mansion. As soon as she reached home, the first thing she did was check up on Markos. ‘Look what am I doing for you. And how carelessly you are ignoring me by not waking up.’ He was lying motionlessly on the bed as usual, and she watched as a servant changed his clothes.
"When will you wake up?" Valeria sighed. Markos's eyelashes twitched slightly and the servant acted as if nothing had happened. That evening, Valeria came out of the shower, she sat by the bed, took out the new face cream she had bought that day. Completely neglecting that she was naked, the woman massaged it onto her skin.
"Hey, do you want me to put some of this on you? Is this why you are looking at me? The weather has been dry lately, you are right." Valeria said as she walked over to Markos's side. She sat on the edge of the bed, then spread the cream on Markos's face with her fingers. Valeria slowed the caressing and kissed his cheek.
Markos's eyes suddenly shot open, the sparkle in his gaze, shocked Valeria so much that her breathing turned heavy. Her fingers continued to massage his cheeks gently as she mumbled to herself. "I read online the reasons you've never had a girlfriend before. These media people spread rumours for everything. No?” Mumbling to herself she acted like talking to him.
“But I don't think you're that bad! You look great, you have strong arms and these muscular legs. I mean you are handsome though I am not sure about your attitude." Once she was done putting the cream on him, she patted her hands on Markos's arms and legs. Her touch was light enough that it would not hurt him.
“Mm~” However, Markos's response made her eyes widen instantly because she thought she heard the sound of a man's voice. "Was that you, Markos? Did you say something just now? Do it again, please." Valeria exclaimed as she sprung off the bed. Her almond-shaped eyes stared intensely at him.
Markos stared back at her too.
There was something different about his gaze. When he used to open his eyes before, they were lifeless and empty. “Please, do it again. Say something.” This time, the eyes staring at Valeria had emotion in them, even if those emotions bore a hint of anger, hatred, and suspicion. “Oh my goodness!” She yelled and dashed out of the room.
"Mrs. Stella!" Valeria cried as she rushed downstairs like a crazy hysterical person. "Mrs. Stella, Markos is awake! He just spoke! He's really awake!"
Her cheeks were flushed, her heartbeat was irregular, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Markos Moreno was awake.
Valeria was sure that he was awake, because he had spoken to her in addition to opening his eyes. They all ran towards the room when Valeria stood beside him. Even though his voice was husky and he spoke slowly, it was threatening. Markos had asked her, "Who are you?" Valeria's mind went blank at that moment but composing herself she ran downstairs.
Everyone around her had told her that he was going to die soon. It was the reason why she had never thought about what she would do if he ever woke up. Mrs. Stella, the doctor, Lars and the bodyguard rushed over upon hearing Valeria's cry. The mansion was filled with people half an hour later.
Everyone was in shock. None of them thought that Markos would ever wake up.
"I knew you would wake up, Markos! My son." Stella exclaimed through tears of happiness. She kept on kissing his face while supporting him to sit up. "It's good that you're awake now, brother." said Henry. "You have no idea how worried all of us were, especially Mother. She was so upset that all of her hair turned gray."
After the doctor was done checking on Markos's condition, he turned to Stella and said, "This truly is a miracle! There were no signs of recovery when I checked on him last time. Now that Mr. Moreno can speak, we just have to follow up with rehabilitation treatment. And he will be back to normal in no time. This indeed is a miracle.”
The good news came so suddenly that Stella could not bear it. Her legs buckled, and she fainted from shock. Henry caught his mother and supported her out of the room. The doctor, Mrs. Stella, and the bodyguard remained in the room while Valeria stood at the door in stunned silence. She was too afraid to enter.
The chilling aura that Markos exuded upon regaining consciousness was terrifying. He sat up with his back against the headboard, and his sharp eyes shot an icy glare at Valeria. "Who is she?" he said in a powerful, deep, and scornful voice. The doctor was so scared that he did not dare to breathe too heavily.
An elderly maid bowed her head and explained, "Master Markos, she is the wife that Madam Stella arranged for you while you were sick. Her name is—" Markos's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was dull and indifferent as he spoke, "Get her out of here! I don’t want her here.”
Valeria was so startled that she could not help but take a few steps back.
Markos was like a savage beast that had awakened from a deep slumber. There was nothing scary about him when he was asleep. When he was awake, however, there was a menacing air of danger around him.
Mrs. Stella walked out of the room and shut the door.
She saw Valeria—who looked like a deer caught in headlights—and said gently, "Don't be afraid, Madam. Master Markos just woke up, so he might not be able to accept the news yet. Let's get you to the guest room for tonight, and we'll talk in the morning. Madam Stella loves you, so she might just be on your side."
Valeria's mind was in a frenzy. She had thought about how Markos might die any day, but she never thought about the possibility that he might regain consciousness. "Mrs. Stella, my things are still in the room…" Valeria said as she glanced at the door of the master bedroom, hoping to enter and take all of her belongings.
Judging by the vicious glare that Markos had aimed at her earlier, she had a strong feeling that he was not going to accept her as his wife. She needed to be ready to leave the mansion at any time. Mrs. Stella let out a sigh and said, "Let's leave it there for now if it's nothing too important. I'll get it for you tomorrow."
"Okay,. You are right. Thank you for the help." Valeria responded. She might be his wife, but this was their first meeting. It was understandable that he might act hostile toward her. Valeria did not sleep well that night. Her mind was filled with a million chaotic thoughts.
Valeria clutched the edge of the wooden doorframe, her knuckles white as she peeked into the room. The faint glow of the evening sun streamed through the large, arched window, casting a golden hue across the spacious chamber. On the bed, Markus sat slumped forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands buried in his hair. His broad shoulders heaved slightly, betraying his frustration and turmoil. Near him stood Mrs. Stella, her elegant silhouette framed by the light. Despite her composed demeanor, there was a visible tension in her posture as she wrung her hands. “I only ever wanted what was best for you, Markus,” Stella said softly, her voice laced with both earnestness and desperation. She moved closer to him, reaching out but stopping just short of placing her hand on his shoulder. Markus lifted his head slightly, his sharp features twisted in a mix of disbelief and anger. “What you did… bringing Valeria here, putting her in the middle of all this—it wasn’t your decision
The next day soft light of late morning filtered through the lace curtains of Valeria’s room, casting delicate patterns across the wooden floor. The gentle chirping of birds outside was the only sound until the faint creak of the door opening broke the quiet.Mrs. Stella stepped inside, her elegant gown rustling as she moved. Her expression was calm but held a flicker of worry beneath her composed exterior. She held a small bundle of fresh herbs in her hands, their faint aroma filling the air.“Valeria, my dear,” Mrs. Stella began, her tone warm yet laced with curiosity. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Valeria, who had been sitting on the edge of her bed reading, set the book aside and stood up, smoothing the fabric of her dress. Her cheeks held a faint flush, whether from the warmth of the room or the topic she knew was coming, she wasn’t sure.“Not at all, Mrs. Stella,” she replied with a soft smile. “Please, come in.” Mrs. Stella approached her with measured steps, her eyes search
Once the soup was ready, Greta ladled it into a porcelain bowl and placed it on a tray with a cloth napkin and a slice of warm bread. “There you are, my lady. Perfectly done.”Valeria thanked Greta profusely, lifting the tray carefully and carrying it toward Markus’s room. With every step, her heart beat a little faster, anticipation mingling with a renewed sense of hope.When she reached his door, she hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking softly. “Markus?” she called gently. “It’s me. I… I brought something for you. I am sure you must like it. We didn’t get to talk much yesterday.”There was a pause, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. The door opened, revealing Markus, his expression guarded as he looked down at her.Valeria offered him a tentative smile, holding up the tray. “I made this for you. I thought… maybe you could use something warm.”Markus’s eyes flicked from her face to the tray, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Valeria he
Valeria stumbled out of the room, her tears blurring her vision as she clutched the folds of her dress tightly, as if grounding herself from completely falling apart. The air in the corridor felt heavy, oppressive, and it pressed down on her as she walked aimlessly, trying to steady her uneven breaths.She reached the end of the hallway and leaned against the cool stone wall, her sobs breaking free in quiet gasps. Each tear felt like a piece of her heart spilling out, but she didn’t bother wiping them away. The raw wound Markus had left with his words and actions was too fresh, too deep. “Why does he hate me so much? she thought miserably. Why won’t he let me in?”Back in the room, Markus remained seated on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his posture rigid. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, but his expression betrayed nothing of the turmoil simmering beneath his stoic façade. His jaw clenched as his gaze fell to the shattered porcelain and the mess of so
The room fell silent, the tension between them palpable. Markus’s gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders tense as Mrs. Stella’s words hung heavily in the air.Mrs. Stella took a step back, her expression softening. “Think about what I’ve said,” she said quietly before turning toward the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, glancing back at her son. “She deserves better, Markus. But so do you and she is the best.”With that, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Markus stood there for a long moment, his mother’s words echoing in his mind. He glanced at the mess he had made—the broken vase, the splattered soup—and felt an unfamiliar pang of guilt. For the first time, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was the one who didn’t belong.Markus sank back onto the edge of the bed, his mother’s words swirling in his mind like a storm he couldn’t outrun. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting with every passing second. The shattered vase and soup stai
Mrs. Stella’s joy was uncontainable as she clutched Valeria’s hands, her excitement brimming over. “We need to share this wonderful news!” she exclaimed, already reaching for her phone on the nearby table. “This is a moment for celebration, Valeria. Markus’s child—our family’s future!”Valeria watched her mother-in-law with a faint smile, but her mind was elsewhere. As Mrs. Stella began dialing numbers with practiced efficiency, Valeria’s thoughts drifted to Markus.How will he take this news? Will it change anything? Will he see me differently—or will he still look at me with the same disdain?Mrs. Stella’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as she spoke into the phone, her tone brimming with pride. “Hello, Margaret! You’ll never believe it. Markus and Valeria are expecting! Yes, I just heard the news—confirmed by the doctor herself!”Valeria listened as Mrs. Stella continued the conversation, detailing every word with exuberance. The news would spread quickly now, she knew. The famil
Valeria took a shaky step back, her hands clutching her arms as if to shield herself. “I… I don’t know how to tell you this,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your mother… she arranged for the treatment while you were in the coma. She said it was for our future.”Markus’s eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together as a storm of emotions crossed his face—confusion, anger, and betrayal. “Treatment? What treatment?” he asked, his tone dangerous.“She… she told me that it was to help us conceive,” Valeria said, her tears spilling over now. “She wanted to ensure we had a child, Markus. She said it was for the family’s legacy, for you.”Markus stood up abruptly, his towering frame unsteady but fueled by his growing rage. “You’re telling me my mother orchestrated this behind my back? That she went so far as to manipulate you into… into this?”“It wasn’t manipulation!” Valeria cried, her voice breaking. “She said it was what you would’ve wanted. She made it sound like it was the o
James chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, don’t be like that. I came all this way to check on you. How are you feeling, Val? Enjoying your perfect little marriage?” His tone turned bitter, his smirk twisting into a sneer. “I left you? Come on, you know I love you and I didn’t ditch you instead you did. How does it feel to ditch someone who actually cared about you for… this?”His words stung more than she wanted to admit, but she straightened her posture, refusing to let him see her pain. “Whatever I chose to do with my life is none of your business, James. You are the one who dumped me on the altar and now you have the audacity to throw the blame on me. Just leave. You shouldn’t be here.”He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “None of my business?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “You don’t get to act so righteous, Valeria. You threw me away like I was nothing, you could have waited for me. And for what? To be treated like trash by my uncle Markus?”Her eyes flashed with defian
The gentle sway of the cruise ship sailed Valeria into a state of relaxation as she reclined on a cosy couch in the private cabinRichie has led her to. The room was adorned with soft, nautical-themed decor, and the soothing sound of waves making her calm. Valeria yawned, feeling the exhaustion from pregnancy.Richie smiled tenderly at Valeria, noting her weariness. He gestured towards the plush bed nestled in the corner of the room. “You look like you could use some rest, Valeria. Why don't you lie down and take a nap? I'll be right here if you need anything. By the time you will wake up we will be at the shore.”Valeria nodded gratefully, feeling grateful for Richie's thoughtfulness. “Thank you! You are so concerned about both of us.” She stretched
Valeria was seated by the window, her gaze fixed on the calm sea scenery outside. She appeared lost in thought, a faint smile playing on her lips. The door creaked open, and Riche entered the room, his presence filling the room with a vibrant energy.Entering with a confident stride he approached Valeria and asked her. “Valeria, my dear, are you ready to go home now?” He sat on the bed with Valeria and kissed her forehead.Valeria turned from the window, her eyes brightening at the sight of Riche. She shot up gracefully from her seat, a sense of excitement twinkling in her eyes. She could not help but feel good at the thought of going home.Valeria kept smiling warmly as he responded to Riche. “I've been ready since the moment you came here, richie.
After bidding Markus and Richardson bye, Valeria made her way to her room. ‘Something is definitely not right with Markus.’ With each step, her thoughts swirled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Valeria knew that things were not simple as they seemed because a man like Markus was not going to leave her alone.Entering her room, Valeria closed the door behind her and sank onto the edge of the plush bed, the events of the morning weighing heavily on her mind. As she gazed out of the window at the moonlit sea, her thoughts turned to Markus's unexpected surprise. ‘I cannot believe that Markus can change his mind. He certainly has something going on in his mind.’"Why did Markus call Richie," Valeria mused aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "Especially when he initially wanted to ruin our weddi
Markus hesitated for a moment before replying, his gaze turning somber as he tried to generate some excuse for Valeria's disappearance. "I have no idea yet but I am looking into this matter.” Markus explained, her voice tinged with anger. “Don’t worry I am personally looking into this. You two relax and go back home together.”Richardson's jaw clenched with fury as he absorbed Markus's words, his mind reeling with the realization of the danger Valeria had faced. "I swear, I will find whomever is responsible and make him pay for what he has done," he vowed, his voice filled with steely determination.But even as Richardson spoke, a sense of gratitude washed over him as he looked at Markus. “You have to look into this matter, Markus. I want the names!” Knowing that without his intervention, Val
[Chapter 41]As the massive cruise ship finally docked at the harbour, a flurry of activity ensued on the deck. Richardson’s demeanour exuded confidence. “Finally! I am here for you, Valeria.”As he made his way down the gangway, his eyes scanning the shoreline for a familiar face.Waiting patiently at the edge of the dock was Markus, his gaze fixed on the approaching ship with a mix of anticipation and excitement. ‘Forgive me for doing this without asking you, Lily. But now I will only fix things for you.’As Richardson descended the gangway, his eyes locked onto Markus, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With purposeful strides, he made his way towards his cousin."Markus!" Richardson called out as he reached by his side, his v
‘Ironic. Isn’t it? I want you now but it is too late.’ As she disappeared inside, Markus watched her go, a sense of peace settling over him knowing that he had been able to make her happy.With a smile of his own, Markus turned his gaze back towards the port, his heart filled with love and gratitude for the woman who had captured his heart. ‘Only if you had loved me this way truly, Lily.’ He saw her going inside when the elderly maid came to fetch her. Valeria’s responsibility was given to her fully and she fulfilled it effectively.As Markus stepped out of the car and onto the soft sand of the beach, he felt a sense of tranquillity wash over him. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore soothed
As much as she did not want to believe in him, something told Valeria that he was telling the truth this time. She reached out to gently caress his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Markus," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I never realized...I…"Markus silenced her with a tender smile, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I've never been good with words, Valeria," he confessed, his voice soft yet resolute. "But know that every moment I spent without you, after you were gone, away from me and all I had was those memory we created together, were the only things which made me see the depth of my love for you. Seeing you becoming someone else’s made me realise my true emotions for you. I know I am very late to confess all this but still I want to say this.”
Markus offered her a faint smile, gratitude shining in his eyes. "It's not your fault, Valeria," he reassured her, his voice warm with affection. "If anything, it made me realise just how much you mean to me, how much I never want to hurt you again."Valeria's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. “Lily…I…” Markus's expression shifted, his features contorting with a mixture of guilt and anguish. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, as he struggled to find the right words to explain his actions. "Valeria," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't have an excuse for what I did that night. It was inexcusable, and I regret it more than words can express. I still do regret doing everything which hurt you and made you cry.”V
Markus's gaze softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and sincerity. He took a deep breath, his grip on Valeria's hand tightening slightly as if seeking comfort. "Yes, it is," he admitted quietly. "I'm sorry, Valeria. I should have chosen a different place for us tonight. I didn't mean to bring back any painful memories."Valeria reached out and placed her free hand on top of Markus's, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, Markus," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "That was in the past. What matters is that we're here together now. What is important is that we have moved on."Markus met her gaze, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Valeria," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "You always know how to make everything better. And I promise to make everything