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
NICOLE It had been a few weeks since Marcus and I embarked on our pregnancy journey together, and my heart was filled with happiness and anticipation. Today was a pretty big day for us—we had a check-up at the doctor's clinic. I couldn't contain my excitement! Marcus, being the sweetheart that he is, gently nudged me, reminding me to get my act together. "Come on, Nicole! We don't want to be late for your appointment," he called cheerfully from the living room.I rushed through the last-minute adjustments to my dress, practically floating with joy. "I'm all set, babe! Let's hit the road!"Grabbing Marcus's hand, we strolled out to the carFinally, we made it to the clinic. Holding hands, we strolled into the waiting room, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through our veins.My heart was racing like crazy.The nurse called our names. With eager steps, we strutted into the doctor's examination room. I mean, we were ready for anything at this point.The doctor greet
MARCUSI knew Nicole wouldn't listen to me when I told her to forget about the little girl. She liked to care for others even at the detriment of her own happiness.She was leaning into my embrace and I turned her to face me, my hand resting on her shoulders. “Time to go to bed”. I murmured. “You need it for the baby”She wanted to protest. The lines on her forehead deepened, creasing with worry. But I knew that her exhaustion was catching up with her, and she needed rest, both for her own sake and for the precious life growing inside her. So, I placed a gentle index finger against her lips, silencing any potential words of defiance.“Not one word from you," I gently interrupted, my touch lingering for a moment before I guided her forward, urging her towards the bed. "Now if you don't mind, go to sleep."She allowed herself to be led toward the bed, her steps slow and deliberate.In the soft glow of the bedroom, I stood by her side, helping her unzip her dress.“Go on," I encourage