MarcoLarge , fancy chandeliers, suddenly find their way up the ceiling of the antique mosque, and radiant colourful lights making it seem just like a chapel ground, the typical white wedding.I sent Sophia to make a scan of the area immediately we tracked their location. There's a long roll of red carpet at the center with chairs covered in two rows of blue and white linen, filing both sides of the once–empty mosque. Beautiful flowers, lavished all around in elongated ceramic vases along the carpeted floor. A continuous row of dishes, and fine wines. A grand wedding indeed. It's Impossible to tell how hastily the decorations were planned. It looks just perfect. Normal. And Happy. Such words shouldn't be used to describe such a wedding. To the commoners and bystanders, it's an unnecessary lavish wedding of a philanthropist and a tycoon, but to the other world, it's a fancily decorated war zone, and as groom, it’s nothing close to innocent, or whatever picture the society have of me.
Marco Did she just confess her feelings? My face suddenly goes limp, as our gaze meet intensely. She doesn't just stop there, she's still talking,“Why do you think I saved you? I couldn't watch you die because of what I feel Marco,” her free hand reaches for my face, caressing my beards.I stagger away from her immediately. Maybe I've had too many drinks. Sarah is crazy. She’s lost her memory. She doesn't mean what she's saying. She mustn't.“You... You tried to run away. I can't believe any more of your crazy words. I'll go get your meds...”“I don't need meds, Marco. I'm not crazy. I...” she pauses, peeling her gaze off me and staring at her pink fingers.She wants to say something, probably another crazy proclamation,“... I remember everything. Including the night at my apartment. Our little moment... Ever since you walked into that hospital, I couldn't help but notice you. I fell every minute for you, Marco.”“Sarah. Stop talking... You're lying...”“i would gain nothing from ly
MarcoI'm getting really restless. What could be taking so long? The crowd is beginning to murmur.The rivals are not even here yet. Or maybe they chose to hide away until after the wedding. Just as I'm about to leave the podium, I see a woman standing at the entrance, clothed in white with a flower bouquet in her hands, and a veil over her face. The same dress Sophia had picked. The congregation awards a standing ovation as she walks in.I couldn't hide the smile on my face as she approaches the altar.“Right about time,” I heard the priest say but I didn't take my eyes off the prize. SARAH.She looks elegant in the dress. I admired the dress at the boutique but I never imagined it would fit so perfectly on her. And her breast. They look fuller than ever.I can imagine how hot our honeymoon would be. I haven't made any plans yet but that's not a problem. I've the resources. More than enough, now.She takes her position in front of me as the audience takes their seat. The hall is qui
Sarah “Do you think this is a good idea?” I ask as we drive back to my father's mansion. We arrived Russia the early hours of the morning.“Trust me, Maria. No one would ever find out. Betty or whatever you called her, got what she deserved. She deceived you and tried to steal from you,” Shawn replies.He might be right on that one. I never really trusted Betty but I didn't have much options to choose from. It pricks me how I deceived Marco. As much as I wanted to stay back and be with him, I had to be sure it was the right thing.According to Shawn, he's the son of a dangerous mafia family. That's the last thing I want to get into after all I've encountered. I just want a peaceful existence, far away from the chaos. I never thought I would need my father's wealth, especially when I know it's the reason for my many enemies, but It's the only resource I've left. And Shawn, who was my father's right hand man, knows exactly where the treasure lies.“Why did you risk everything to save m
MarcoI've had a week to myself. No guards. No missions. No Andrey. No relations. It's not enough time for me to get over Sarah's death but I needed the space. Waking up this morning, I feel refreshed, still very much miserable. Andrey hasn't been home. I'm surprised. I wanted him to be around to hear the big announcement I have for everyone. An announcement I never imagined I would make.But with what happened to Sarah, with all that she suffered before her death, it's only right for me to step up and act.Father warned me about stepping foot back there. All I wanted was Sarah's body. She deserves a befitting burial. But I guess father is right. The government must be working round the clock to capture the culprit. And with my name on the invite, my father's warnings are valid. Forcing myself out of gloom and grief, unlike the past few days, I feel nothing. Just cold blood revenge against everyone involved in this. Including my father. There's no way he's innocent. He was so quick t
MarcoI have the address. They insisted on meeting physically with me but I'm yet to craft the perfect explanation for Sarah's death. All along, I thought they knew of her death. I'm convinced now that it could only have been my father who would plot such untimely death for Sarah.One thing surprising to me however is how they knew I was back in Russia, judging by the location sent to me and the time I was given to arrive. There's an old brothel, far away from the busy streets, as I head down a bumpy road with dark paths. Jargo made it clear not to bring anyone along, nor come with weapons. I can't be stupid enough to believe that they just want to talk. I have a pistol hidden under my belt and extra bullets in my breast pocket. Playing games like this requires a victim, I'm not ready to fall in that category.I'm chosing to take up this mission for two reasons; to get back my brother and to avenge Sarah's death. They'll be my first target.There's a vehicle lurking behind me. I ha
SarahI missed him. At some point I thought he found out I've been following him. But from the little I know about Marco, he would definitely come looking for me. I'm not sure I want that. Or maybe I do, or why else did I follow him down here. What if he had seen me? He'll never forgive me for what I did at the chapel.Some part of me cares alot for him. So much so that I was willing to risk everything to save him. As I watched him leave back there, it felt like old times. When my life was still less complex and all I had to do was carry out Betty's bidding.The clock is ticking fast and I'm running out of time. I'm afraid I might have lost my way back to my father's mansion as I try to trace the road back. Shawn might be awake any minute. I can't tell if it was the sex that put him fast to sleep or the drug I used on him. Which ever it is. By now it should be wearing out and I can't fucking find my way.There's a wooden plank showing direction to the west. I've seen that more than
Interrogation room; MoscowElvis“Is that all you know?” I ask, my arms suspended in my pockets, hovering around Betty as she concludes her unbelievable confessions. “Yes. They can't know about it or they'll kill me,” Betty pleads, with tears dropping on her folded fist under her chin.“I know those I'm dealing with. You need not remind me.”I signal to someone behind the glasses. Immediately the door swings open and two officers walk in.“What are they doing here?” Betty asks, troubled, exchanging glances at the men and and me but I'm lost in thoughts.“Why are they taking me? You promised. You fucking promised to let me go–”“There you got it all wrong Betty. I promised to keep your identity secret. I said nothing about granting bail. We'll have a little chat once I confirm all your confessions. Please take her.”“You can't do this alone! You'll get killed!” Betty screams as she's pulled out of the room. The thought of spending another night in the prison cell might be what drives h