MARCUS"Sir, are you looking for me?" I was startled when she came in so abruptly, her expression was unreadable and I slowly dropped the ID card. Her eyes shifted a little to see what I was dropping back but it seemed she didn't know yet."Yes I was looking for you, since the time I went on a trip with Nicole, you've been unreachable, care to explain?" Now it was my turn to cock brows and her Express turned into one of confusion.She slowly exhumed her phone and pouted, "there were no calls sir, and it was strange because I got worried and tried to call Miss Nicole, but it kept saying unavailable. Must be a signal problem." She slid it back in her pocket, "I didn't know you were interested in my things?" She closed the distance between us and I was a bit tense.There was something about mis that was strange, almost unreal."No, apologies, I shouldn't have. I thought you had gone back to your home town or something." I tried to deflect it but she smiled sweetly."You've become my fami
NICOLEI stared at him as he thought about something, he looked like Sherlock Holmes with that kind of expression."Ugh hello, earth to Marcus, what's going on in that big head of yours?" I poked his forehead and it was enough to get him out of his thoughts. But he still looked worried."It's nothing." He brushed it off like I brushed off my pathology assignment and I was slightly offended."We keeping secrets now?" I smiled caustically at him before he snorted into a chuckle, "I mean, if we was not you would tell me what's going on with you." I went back to making dinner for us, it was almost ready anyway."You wanna know what I'm thinking about?" He snuck behind me and kissed my neck, "you, seven positions in seventy minutes."At that point, I didn't roll my eyes, they rolled by themselves. He was trying to flirt, he was always horny."You mean seven positions in seven minutes, cause that's all you do these days." He deserved the roast and from the way his mouth hung in astonishment,
NICOLE"Where are you going?" Marcus's voice brought me to a halt, and I almost facepalmed myself.Ever since the incident and my meeting with Zayn, Marcus had been constantly watching over me, even when it wasn't necessary."Geez! I'm just going to the poolside. You don't have to worry about my every move. I'm fine," I said, rolling my eyes."I don't want to risk anything and put you in danger," he replied, standing up from the chair he was sitting in and putting on his sunglasses to accompany me.I slacked my shoulders. "What do you think you're doing? Following me around like I'm a child," I whined.He placed his fingers on my lips to silence me. "Just stop talking and let's head to the pool."We walked outside and settled on a bench, enjoying the soothing sound of the water."Henceforth, you will have a new bodyguard. His name is Gilbert," he blurted out, his gaze fixed on the pool.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?"I snorted, hoping it was all a joke. "Tell me this i
MARCUSIt had been a rough day and I was hoping dinner was ready. I was still on the road trying to figure out everything that was happening. What if Mia was…No, it couldn't be Mia, I trusted her and I know she would never backstab us like this. There had been no word from Tim or Mariella and I'd been keeping an eye on Zayn. The bags under my eyes were turning an even darker shade and I was blaring music just to keep myself awake on the road.Soon I reached home and hopped out of my car, as I neared the door, I could hear Nicole talking to someone. My footsteps slowed down and her voice got louder as I approached the kitchen. I peeped and she seemed to be trying to convince Mia on something."This is very unlike you." She slammed the knife on the board, tired of the blackmailing."It's not important, he's not important. Just a friend." She shrugged it off but I could tell she was still smiling."If he's just a friend then why can't we know him!?" My wife was about to pull her hair o
MARCUS“What's going on here!”I yanked Mia off my body and swiftly stood from the couch. Mia fumbled nervously with her hands.“Nicole, it's not what you think. I can explain okay?”Nicole nodded her head slowly and took a seat beside me, “Okay go on. I'm all ears”“I was laying on the couch when Mia came to meet me and started to throw herself at me,” I explained.Nicole's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deception, “And you allowed her?”“No, no, of course not” I hurriedly responded. “I pushed her away, babe. You know I would never do anything to hurt you baby” My hand gently caressed her cheeks.“It's okay I trust you” she said softly but I could see hurt flashed across her face.Turning my attention to Mia, anger surged within me. "What was that rubbish, Mia?" I demanded. "Is that some newfound behavior of yours that we should be wary of?"Mia struggled to find her words, her voice trembling with remorse. "I'm... I'm deeply sorry, sir. I don't
NICOLEOn my way, I stopped at a flower and gift shop, branching off my original path, and purchased a bouquet of vibrant red roses and a set of scented candles.I was going to surprise him tonight!I meticulously arranged the flowers, letting their fragrance fill the air, and strategically placed the candles, casting a romantic glow across the room. Soft music played in the background, providing a gentle melody that complemented the ambiance I took the time to dress up, carefully selecting and slipping into a set of sexy lingerie. I wrapped myself in a delicate robe.I imagined the look of surprise on his face when he walked through the door.I waited for a while, but he wasn’t back yet. He didn't tell me he was going to arrive late. Frowning, I checked my phone, hoping for a message or call from Marcus, but it remained silent.I decided to call and text him, but there was no response from him.The hours rolled by, and the roses began to lose their luster. I paced back and forth i
MARCUSNicole jumped at me, her face beaming with a smile. The moment she pressed against my chest, a short gasp escaped my lips.I had been shot in the arm, and thanks to Mariella, I was able to remove the bullet. How she knew how to do that was beyond my comprehension.Nicole quickly disentangled herself from me and took a step back, her eyes widening as she noticed the blood staining my shirt.She lifted my arm and observed it, her brow creased in worry."Marcus, what happened to your arm?"I didn't even want her to know anything had happened. Knowing her, she would overreact and act out.Yeah, I know she was caring, but I didn't want her to worry about me at all. That's why I decided to force my way out of Mariella's house.I had already worried her enough by spending the night out and not calling her. But my phone was dead, so I couldn't reach her."I... I got shot," I managed to say through gritted teeth."We have to get you help, babe. Stay right here."I stopped her before she
NICOLEI was in the laundry room, putting my clothes into the washing machine when I heard footsteps behind me. I paused and turned around. Mia stood there, her eyes fixed on me in a weird way.“Do you need anything, Mia? Why are you standing over there?"She didn't respond. Instead, her gaze remained locked on mine, unblinking.My confusion deepened, and I couldn't help but notice her hands, which had been concealed behind her back. With a sudden motion, she brought them forward, revealing a black rope clutched tightly in her grip.My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly dismissed the sight as a strange joke or a misunderstanding. I shrugged off the unease and went back to my laundry, assuming it was a mere coincidence.But as I continued loading the clothes, my hands became suddenly immobilized, the fabric slipping from my grasp.Startled, I glanced down to see Mia expertly knotting the black rope around my wrists.“Mia! What the heck? Are you crazy?” I flared my nostrils, “Untie me
"Daddy! Daddy! How does it look?"My eyes shifted from the desk to the little princess In front of me, she was holding her canvas and her eyes were glittering with so much love and hope, I never thought I would melt at such beauty but ever since I met Nicole, things changed.I was amazed at her realistic creation painting, it was a plant growing from the earth and it looked like I was watching it happen live."It's…" I paused for a while, pulling her closer to me. Ellie's eyes dulled and so her posture slacked with her emotional change."You don't like it?" It was almost a whimper before I scoffed."Ellie, I love it! It's so beautiful I wasn't able to comprehend it. It's something your mom would have painted." I smiled at her and she set the canvas down before jumping on my lap, "she'll be proud.""Do you think she's going to come back?" The question always stung my heart, I didn't have the answer to it, I've always had a solution for every problem, except for this one."Yes, she will
NICOLE “If you think some superhero is going to swoop in and save your sorry asses, then you thought wrong," Mariella sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.We were holed up in an underground house, a safe haven turned into a grim prison. Ellie and I sat huddled on the floor, our hair disheveled, our clothes stained and torn.Mariella paced around the room like she owned the place, her hand confidently planted on her hips. She chewed her gum obnoxiously, the sound echoing through the tense air.“Now that I think about it," she said, her words laced with cruel calculation. "How much should I sell you both for? Let's leave the little girl out of it. You, my dear, are worth way more than her. You're a package deal, two for the price of one."I instinctively placed my hand on my belly, a protective gesture that seemed to amuse Mariella. She let out a mocking laugh as she observed my action."Aww, Marcus' little heir is in there, huh? Poor baby," she sneered, scrunching down to my lev
MARCUSI sat at the dimly lit bar, swirling the drink in my hand, my mind wandered to Vicky. She had been nothing but kind to me. I prayed she was still alive, hoping that fate had spared her from the clutches of the child trafficking ring. I felt responsible for her since she had no one else to help her.She had no family or friends and she looked to me like a brother.My concerns deepened as the realization struck that I hadn't heard from Nicole in days. The last time we spoke was when I called and she informed me that she now had the company of a little girl at home.I was happy with that. At least she won't be lonely and would have someone to talk to. Even if it was just a child.I tried calling her number a few times, but it was unreachable. The bar had started to empty out, leaving only a rowdy group of girls. From the moment I arrived, I could feel their eyes on me, but I did my best to ignore their glances.As the place grew practically deserted, I couldn't help but notice o
NICOLE The police were still trying to trace Mariella’s location, yet nothing has been found. It was as if she was no longer on planet earth.I was trying to finish up another of my paintings that I had started a few days back. I was hoping to go donate it at the orphanage. These past weeks I've grown accustomed to visiting the place. Marcus came in and peeped at my work, nodding his head in approval. “You’re almost done”I smiled, “Yes I am. It just needs some finishing touches”“I'm going to the police station to see how far they've gone with the investigation, I'll be back in a few days” he said, stroking my back.“Alright. Be good” I watched Marcus leave the room, his footsteps fading away as he made his way toe find Vicky.With a sigh, I turned my attention back to my painting.Hours passed, and my painting finally took its final form.I stepped back to admire it. It was a depiction of a serene meadow, with blooming flowers and a radiant sunset in the background.I prepared to l
MARCUSAll three of us sat at the dining table, the aroma of freshly cooked waffles and sausages filling the air. I had woken up early, determined to mend the strained atmosphere with a delicious breakfast. Nicole, however, was still giving me the silent treatment, her expression somber as she pushed her food around her plate.The tension was palpable, and I could feel my own discomfort growing with each passing second. It seemed like an eternity until Vicky decided to break the ice.“Nicole," Vicky spoke up, her voice soft but pleading. Nicole looked up, her eyes meeting Vicky's gentle gaze. "Yeah?""I understand that you might be upset, but please don't take it all out on Marcus. He was just trying to help me”Nicole let out a sigh and muttered, "Don't worry about it. We're cool." But her dismissive tone revealed that she wasn't cool at all. She finished eating in silence, abruptly standing up from the table and leaving me and Vicky behind.Vicky let out a disappointed sigh, her ta
MARCUSRight now me and Nicole were sitting next to each other, and Mia was sitting across from us at the station. There was this barricade thing separating us.Nicole, being her stubborn self, had insisted that we take care of Mia's kid. And I had no choice but to go along with it. What else could I do? Nicole can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.“Thank you both so much for forgiving me and forgetting the past. I don’t know how else I can thank you, but I really appreciate your effort” Mia clasped her hands together. Her nose was a bit swollen due to her condition, she was probably in her third Trimester while Nicole was in her second.“It’s fine. We are more than happy to help” Nicole beamed at her.I nodded in agreement, offering a smile to Mia. "Absolutely, Mia. We understand that people make mistakes, and we believe in giving second chances."She reached out to touch her swollen belly. "This baby means the world to me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make thing
NICOLEShe did a double take. “Nicole? What a surprise. I didn't know you were coming” Well, I didn't know it was going to be your house too. I pressed my lips together, attempting to regain composure. "Lovely home," I managed to say, glancing around at the interior."You're already drenched from the rain. Come, let me change you into a comfortable outfit," she offered, guiding me towards her room located down the hallway.So Marcus had sneaked out of the house to come to visit Vicky. I was getting closer to the answer but I didn't like how it was headed.Her room was big and painted in lavender. A cozy armchair was placed near a bookshelf. Nearby, a small vanity table displayed a collection of antique perfume bottles, a hand mirror, and a hairbrush.“You can take your seat over there” she gestured to the armchair and walked into her walk-in closet. After a moment, she emerged with this loose fitting dress and handed it to me.“Here," she said, passing me the clothes. "Put these on
NICOLE “Ms. Nicole?" the little voice called out, unsure. I looked down and recognized Ellie, the little girl I had met at the art gallery previously.What was she doing out here alone?I grinned. "Hey, Ellie. We meet again. How are you?""I'm fine. I'm so happy to see you," she smiled brightly. That was when I noticed the frame she was holding, wrapped in brown paper."What are you doing here all by yourself?"She gestured to the frame she was holding. It was a wonder how she was able to carry it alone. "Oh, I came to donate this work of art.""Really? That's so thoughtful of you," I said, holding her hands in mine and helping her carry the painting. "Come on, let's go submit it, and after that, we can get some ice cream. How does that sound?""Perfect!" she cheered. Together, we walked to the front desk, and I assisted her in signing her name before we dropped off the painting.I was still surprised that a girl of her age could come all the way to the orphanage without a guardian.
NICOLE“What is he doing here?" I poked the window of my car as I saw my husband standing at the entrance of some strange house. His composure seemed anxious and though I was no detective, he looked like he was about to do something shady.A figure opened the door and it looked like it was wearing a robe. A woman? Was it Vicky??I tried to look closer but I couldn't see her face, his body language softened when she opened the door and she let him in.Marcus was with another woman."No, I can't be thinking like this." I relaxed my back in the chair as I rubbed my temples, there was no way he could be cheating, not after everything we have been through but why would he choose to hide this from me? What was the big deal that he couldn't tell me he needed to see someone at 2 am?Oh.Realization dawned on me and I kicked the ignition, I needed to get home,he could come out at any time and he was a better driver. I revved the engine and off I was. The road was free, everyone was at home