MARCUSI had promised to take Nicole out on a Spa date. It was just my way of relieving her of any worry she might have.I was waiting for her when she appeared in a simple, knee-length light blue dress made of soft cotton material. She paired the dress with a pair of strappy sandals, and her hair styled in loose waves that cascade down her shoulders.It was simple yet flattering"You look stunning tonight," I said, taking in all her features."Thank you, but I'm just wearing something simple." She put her head down and her hair covered the faint blush on her cheeks."It's not the clothes that make you beautiful, it's the way you carry yourself."She chuckled, "You always know the right thing to say."I grinned back at her and replied, "I just speak from the heart." With that, I led her out of the house and towards the car park.As we arrived, my driver rushed to open the door for us. However, I stopped him and instead walked around to the other side of the car to open the door for Ma
MARIELLAMarcus had embarrassed me at his company, and it was going viral. With people throwing insults at me.I clenched my fists tightly on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was shallow and rapid. The car felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension.I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. Every fiber of my being was screaming out in frustration, but I couldn't find the words to express how I was feeling.As I read through the blog post, my eyes blazed with fury, and my mind raced with all the possible ways I could get back at Marcus. I felt like I was on the verge of losing control, and I knew that if I didn't find an outlet for my anger soon, I would explode.But despite the turmoil raging inside me, I knew that I had to keep my composure. I couldn't let Marcus or anyone else see how much his actions had affected me. So, I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and forced m
NICOLE I was furious. That girl Mariella or whatever she calls herself thinks she can just butt into my life and cause disarray. When I found her standing a little too to Marcus for my liking in his office. I didn't like it at all.I could feel the jealousy and anger rising within me like a volcano ready to erupt.But I was hoping it wasn't what my mind was pointing out. Marcus couldn’t possibly go back to his Ex could he?So when Mariella asked to meet with me, I agreed, hoping that she could provide some sort of explanation for what I had just witnessed. But deep down, I knew that nothing she could say would justify her actions, and I was prepared to confront her head-on.But I was wrong.She was nothing but a pathetic bitch. It was very obvious she hadn't gotten over Marcus and she wanted him all to herself. I won't let that happen. Not when Marcus and I started to grow deep in our relationship. I walked for a few minutes, then I spotted Marcus standing in front of his car. Ho
MARIELLAI seethed with anger as I walked home from speaking with Nicole. I was humiliated twice. First was Marcus chasing me out of his office and the second was Nicole slapping me.I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of getting to me, so I put on a calm face and didn't flinch even when the slap stung.As I turned onto my street, I glanced up at the neat rows of houses and felt a surge of bitterness rise up in my throat. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts. I wanted to scream, to shout, to let out all the pent-up frustration that had been building inside meBut I couldn't do that here. Not where anyone could see me. So I took a deep breath, plastered on a smile, and walked towards my front door with slow, deliberate steps. Inside, I knew I would be safe.But as I fumbled with my keys, my mind kept drifting back to Nicole's slap, and the humiliation of being thrown out of Marcus's office like a common criminal. I knew I needed to talk to someo
MARCUSIt's been three days since the Mariella incident, and things have been quite uncomfortable between Nicole and me. She's been avoiding any conversation with me, only responding with a nod or two.This situation is troubling me, and I'm not happy with how things are going. I've tried reaching out to her to discuss the matter, but she seems to be ignoring me.As I stood up from my chair, I let out a yawn. I've been working tirelessly, sorting through emails since early morning.I walked up the stairs to the terrace, hoping the fresh air would clear my head. As I reached the top, movement caught my eye. There was Nicole, her hair wrapped up in a towel, and another towel wrapped around her body. She was walking quickly, water droplets dripping off her skin.My eyes couldn't help but appreciate her beauty at that moment. But as she caught sight of me, her face hardened. I gave her a small wave and smiled, hoping to break the ice. But she gave me a sideways glance before turning aw
MARCUS“None of it is real” the words played in my head and I stared at my father in shock.How did Mariella even know to begin with? Yes the whole arrangement started as a contract marriage but I can't say the same for how it is going now.I looked up at my father, hoping he could see the truth in my eyes, but he just stared back at me, his expression hardened by disappointment. It was as if he couldn't understand that things had changed between Nicole and me, that our relationship had evolved beyond the initial agreement.“Wait, Dad, let me explain," I began, but he interrupted me abruptly."What's there to explain? How can you even do this? I didn't raise you to be this way. Is it true that you and Nicole have some kind of arrangement? Do you think I would find that amusing?" He said“You made me go over to her parents' house to smooth things over, and they agreed for you to marry their daughter," he continued, clearly upset."What is all this that I'm hearing?" My dad was getting
MARCUSAfter the whole drama had ended, my parents bid us goodbye, and Nicole and I made our way towards the car.As we arrived at the rooftop bar, we were greeted by the sound of laughter and music. Nicole and Nina took a seat next to each other, and Nina marveled at the breathtaking view.“This is beautiful”, Nina saidNicole seemed a little distant, lost in thought. Nina nudged her gently and shot her a warm smile.Just as the night began to wind down, Jamal, my college friend, arrived. I had called him earlier, hoping to introduce him to Nina.“Hey, man!” Jamal's hand shot out, and we connected in a firm handshake. With a little flourish, we bumped fists, and I couldn't help but grin.“I'm great," I said, glancing over at the ladies. "Ladies, this is my friend, Jamal. Jamal, this is Nicole my fiance, and Nina her best friend”Jamal stepped forward, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Nina."Nina shook his hand, her eyes sparkling. "Nice to meet you too, Jamal.“I love your cute
MARCUSI ran to check all the restrooms in the house, opening and slamming the door in the process, but all I found were empty sinks and neatly folded towels.Nicole wasn't there.Nina approached me with a terrified look on her face and shook her head, “I can't find her”.Just then, Jamal strolled up to us with a grin on his face, completely unaware of the situation.He wrapped his arm around Nina's waist and teasingly asked, "What's with the worried looks? Nervous about the big day?"“We haven't seen Nicole” I replied“And have you tried calling her phone?" Jamal asked, his voice tinged with concern."It's not going through, and it seems to be switched off," I replied with a frustrated sigh, running my fingers through my hair.I had already combed through every nook and cranny of the house, but Nicole was nowhere to be found. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that was creeping over me.Just then, my chef walked up to us with a sense of urgency. "Excuse me, Master, but I have