MARKThe city streets hummed as I drove through them, the scent of anticipation mingling with the crisp air. My heart was racing, but not from the excitement of the date with Giulia; rather, it was the frantic rhythm of my errands. The suit, the flowers—each task had to be completed before I could relax and prepare for the evening. I had always enjoyed these small bursts of organized chaos, but today, they felt like they were stretching beyond my control.Kenzo should have been the one running these orders, but since what happened happened, it felt like he had broken out of a cage and now realized that he had the strength and will of his own. I manoeuvred through the grid of city blocks, keeping my eyes peeled for the upscale men’s store where I hoped to find the perfect suit. Kenzo was on speed dial, and I was barely able to concentrate on the road as I juggled conversations and errands.“Kenzo, I’m almost at the store. Just a few more minutes, okay?” I said, my voice cracking sligh
GIULIAExcited shivers ran through my body as I left my room and skipped down the stairs, calling for Kenzo. I couldn't tell what his surprise meant when he asked me to have my bathe and meet him downstairs, but I could tell it was something important if it had him grinning from ear to ear when he urged me to get ready. “Kenzo?” I called out for the third time when I didn't receive a response from him. My slippers made sounds on the marble floor as I hurried to the sitting room, thinking he would be there, but he wasn't. “Kenzo!” I yelled, loud enough for him to hear, should he be in Mark's study. “Here!” His cheerful voice boomed from upstairs as he rushed down, smiling. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I had some things to take care of for Mark,” he explained, grinning sheepishly. “Have you been sticking around for long?” “Nah, I just came down.” I skipped towards him, the excitement I felt when I raced down the stairs returning. “So…. What is it you wish to show me? I'm ready!”
MARKThe evening was just perfect—almost. I was in the comfort of the romantic setting of our home, sitting some steps away from her, and basking in the joy she fed my soul by just being present.Despite this, chaos ravaged me. The visitor. Our visitor, because Giulia was going to find out sooner or later. Pardon me, sooner than later. I still couldn't wrap my head around the events that led me to that point.For fuck sake, I wasn't even going that fast. On numerous occasions, I'd gotten a speeding ticket from cops. And, I won't lie, it helped me regulate my speed. How was I so careless?"Mark?"I raised a brow at Giulia, then blinked. "Yes, baby? Are you enjoying the food?""The food is just perfect." She flashed me a smile over the rim of her glass. "But I am forced to wonder if there is another surprise you have in store for me.""Why do you say that?"She looked down, blushing to herself. "You have been kind of silent since we started dining. Like you're hiding something. What is
GIULIAI looked from Mark to the strange woman, who was surprisingly staring intently at me. Her piercing green eyes drilled hard into me, filling me with a sense of recognition like I had met her somewhere. How else would someone I hadn't met before gaze at me with such contempt? It was a deep vile stare that should only be shot at an enemy. Frowning, I gave her an appraisal. Starting from her raven black hair to the bandage on her forehead, down to the red nightgown she was putting on before my gaze returned to Mark, who had yet to respond to my question. Sighing, he rubbed his palm on the back of his neck. “Can you sit? This will take a while,” he said after a brief moment of deliberation, his tone showing he wasn't thrilled about this. Glaring daggers at the intruder, I walked over to a loveseat and plopped down on it. “So? Who is she?” I demanded again, not in the mood to wait for him to sit. Having a stranger call an end to what was supposed to be the best date ever wasn't so
MARKWhat an end to a perfect date...My head still throbbed. I aimlessly walked around the house, restless and at a loss for what to do.If only Giulia would understand. Argh!"I am so sorry about this."I didn't bother turning to look at Kenzo. "It wasn't your fault." I shrugged, looking through the balcony at the abandoned dining table. Such a perfect date. She would have basked in the happiness till the end of the week. I had great plans for us. This was just the first step to proposing.I was supposed to spoil her throughout the month with outings and gifts—and a big vacation I was planning in Cuba—before going on my knees here, back at home, and begging her to stay by my side forever.Why did the universe never allow my plans to scale through? Like, can I get a break?"I need to sleep," I confessed. "It's been a fucking long day.""Um..." Kenzo looked at the stairs, beckoning my gaze. "Do you think Giulia will allow you to sleep in the room tonight? She locked the door."I sighe
GIULIA I tossed and turned all night and only slept at the crack of dawn. Even at that, the slumber wasn't a peaceful one. I had nightmares of that bitch taking over everything I had worked for, while Mark stood behind her, watching without saying anything. Groaning in frustration, I rolled out of the bed and walked towards the door, not bothering to wash my face. The smell of brewed coffee, strong in the air, led me towards the stairs. “You look like a zombie!” Kenzo exclaimed when I trudged down the stairs, walking like a tortoise with its heavy shell. “Zombies are way better right now.” I strode over to him and accepted the steaming mug of coffee, downing it in one go despite how hot it was. “Thanks.” Wiping my lips, I passed the empty cup to him. “I needed that.” “Glad to be of service, miss.” Mock bowing, he walked towards the kitchen to return the mug while I strode over to the couch I sat on last night, careful not to sit on the love seat that bitch rested on. Kenzo app
MARKJudy wasn't gone. Not yet. And Giulia didn't hear anything I said after that. Neither did I sleep in the room that night. The couch was my option because I wanted Giulia to see the suffering she was putting me through.But she didn't step out of the room the next morning. I paced the house a little, then decided to check on the men at the gate, perhaps a conversation with them would lighten my mood a little.I stepped outside, the warmth of the morning sun brushing against my skin, but the tension in the air was distinct. Judy was in the front yard, sweeping the fallen leaves into a neat pile. She worked with quiet determination, her movements fluid and graceful, with her back turned to the house. The broom brushed rhythmically against the stone path, a soft, persistent sound that broke the stillness of the morning.My boys were standing near the gate, their eyes wide with confusion as they watched her. They didn’t say anything, just stood there, a silent audience to the strange
JUDYI had everything set in motion. It was going smoothly— if you exclude the mad woman Mark kept in his house. Eric didn't tell me much about her when he sent me on this mission, aside from her medical situation, that is. I guess I would have to build more layers of patience, while acting like I couldn't kill a fly, to amass Mark's sympathy. From the little I knew from watching him, acting weak would be more than enough to get him to succumb to my charms.Grinning at my thoughts, I sat up on the bed and walked over to the mirror by the door. The woman that stared back at me looked different. Dull green eyes stared back at me, letting me know how much I had to give up to act the part. It was all for the money.Exhaling, I touched the plaster on my face, wincing from the throbbing pain. The lousy doctor did me dirty, all to create an illusion.Everything was a gamble. From the time I ran in front of his car, to having him take me to the hospital we had hoped he would rush to, down to