(Serena's POV)The rest of the day went without incident. I spent the majority of the day in my room and ignored Marcus. I can't help but return every sensual touch Marcus gives me when he gets closer. Am I sick?But my worries about Marcus are spreading inside of me. It was all my fault again. I turn his effort into ashes. My gaze kept flitting to the wall clock hanging on the wall and heaved a deep sigh. Time had passed by like a blur. It had left too quickly. I didn't enjoy how quiet the house was at all.Not one bit.Marcus was working his butts off at his office. What's the use of me here anyway? My presence here is not that significant in his life. I'd prefer to work at Lily's cafe--Right! I must give her a call.I dialed her number but she's not answering any of them. Is she busy? How's her cafe? I'm so damn worried about her. I wanted to ask permission to Marcus in visiting Los Angeles at Lily's cafe but I'm afraid he wouldn't let me. My train of thought was broken by a k
(Serena's POV)I stare pensively up at the ceiling as I didn't sleep well last night. I was supposed to buy medicine at the pharmacy last night but someone interrupted and messed with my brain and heart again.And now I've been lying in my bed for the whole day. Not doing anything and it slowly dying me inside. What in the world did I do to myself? If I don't take action to stop these feelings, my life will take a sharp turn from this point.Marcus is being stubborn to death. I know how eager he is if he wanted something. He won't surrender unless he says so.Despite all of that, who the fudge is Lauren?I've met Marcus's friends and relatives before but not her. Her face was somewhat familiar but I can't recollect those times where I possibly saw her.I was wondering why he let her stay here. Is she special? Did he meet her during those times I'm not at his side? I wanted to ask Marcus but I was always led by fear. I am on the fence, confused between my brain and my heart. I'm afra
(Serena's POV)I shifted on the bed as an unpleasant noise rang out in the room. I swerve to the side to ignore the annoying sounds. But to my dismay, that obnoxious sound continued to ring ceaselessly, making me sigh in annoyance. While looking for the phone on the nightstand, I sought. After a short while, I finally reached for the phone and rose from the bed. Reset the alarm and throw it back on the nightstand.I really wanted to fall back asleep, but then I remembered that this alarm was set up to serve the young master. To have fun with that lady. How can Marcus put that snotty, wealthy brat out of my thinking capacity? However, I neglected the fact that those two are also rich brats, therefore one rich brat would always support a second rich brat. It is also a natural occurrence.I rub my sleep-deprived cheeks as I struggle to get out of bed and shake my head in an effort to get those thoughts out of my head. I quickly enter the bathroom to complete my morning ritual. I took a
(Serena's POV)The next day, I decided to give Marcus the silent treatment. I made a mistake at yesterday's event. It took me a while to realize why I did that and I don't know why I sent the gust of my emotions. I'm such an idiot.I'm confused.My head was in a mess and it's freaking me out. I really need to get out of here but... After the incident about Harold... I'm shameful enough to leave Marcus with all the chaos I've made. Although, that was not intentional. Sighing, I glance at the clock and almost cursed in my head.It's fucking one at midnight.One o'clock is exactly the time of the night. No wonder the silence in the air was peaceful. No chirping of birds, no honking of cars, and no pedestrians walking on the streets.It's midnight.I shake in fear as the moment of those monsters is relived in my head. The day that causes all of my pain. The day I encountered the monsters, in the dress of normal beings ready to plague my life.---I rubbed my hand as the cold wind slapp
(Marcus's POV)"Make sure everything is ready tomorrow, Lance," I spoke out while massaging my temple. I'm having a bad headache again. "Yes, sir." I ended the call after. Things are not doing well these days. Harold Schimer is getting on my nerves. That bastard harassed my Siri in front of me. He's wishing for his own death. He should be grateful that Serena stopped me from ruining his face.I never thought that one of my trusted friends backstab me and now he's threatening me with those videos.I admit, if that leaked out, the company's image will at stake. I won't ruin my father's hard work. How ungrateful son am I if I did?To make things settle down, I gave him what he wanted. He wanted everything, not just the land from Gloria but all of my future plans in the new hotel I'm planning to build.He's greedy.Gloria even called me for confirmation, she's confused but she approved the papers.Harold owes me everything. That dumbass jerk.Aside from Harold keeps pestering my busine
(Marcus's POV)As I entered my office with a heavy shoulder, I throw the papers on the table out of frustration. Harold is bribing my people. What annoys me the most is those people are so ungrateful of what my father had done to them. They were treated well and fair but they end up backstabbing my father's company.That's life. It is how it works in this industry but I'm still not used to it.Sighing as I slouch on the sofa, wondering if Serena is doing alright. When I woke up this morning, she was running a fever. I was about to cancel everything today but this bad news impacted my morning which made it worst by the thought of it.If ever Harold cut my limit, I wouldn't think twice to set a retaliation against him. I dialed Nana to check Serena. She's not feeling well and when she's sick, she's becoming stubborn to take."Nana, how's Serena?" I asked in a low tone.I'm so damn tired, my head, neck, and back were aching as hell. I heard her sigh in the other line. "She barely eats
(Serena's POV)I groaned as the light seeped into my room. How do I explain to these sun rays that I am not a morning person? I stuffed my head deeper into the pillow and started to find peace.As I was too busy trying to concentrate, I didn't hear the knock on the front door. Maybe no one wants me to sleep today."Coming," I said softly but hide how frustrated I was.One of the maids whom I didn't know was standing patiently beside my door. "Good almost afternoon, Madam. Mr. Walton is requesting you to eat something."As soon as the word Sir left her mouth, the incident of last night came back haunting me. He saw me struggling. He saw me in a distressed situation. I don't know how to face him after that."I will be there in half an hour," I whispered as I was too lost in my thoughts.I closed the door before sighing and sat back on my fluffy bed.It's been only one day since I have run out of my drugs and I already had a terrifying nightmare. I know Marcus wants some answers but how
(Serena's POV)As I entered the study he closed the door behind me. He stood in front of me, staring at me for a while."Why, Serena?" He asked in a broken voice.His voice made a piece of my heart break. He was never the one to be vulnerable. He stood strong even in the worst conditions."What's wrong?" I asked in a small voice. My voice felt like it was somewhere hidden in my throat."What's wrong, Serena? You are seriously asking me." He said as he made his way to the table. He raised a file in his hand and then banged it on the table.The noise made me flinch. Why was he so angry? But the next words that left his mouth left me gasping for air."How long were you going to hide the fact from me that you are in depression and have... And harassed by those jerks? How long Serena? How long?"How did he get to know this? No, no this was not my plan. He was never supposed to know this. This is all wrong.My pounding nervously as I don't have words to start with him. "H-How did you get to