"Can I go back to work, Marco?"I had left my job at our company in preparation for taking on my father's position once he retired, assuming he would pass it down to me. However, now that I'm married to Marco, I felt the need to contribute and not stay idle at home.Marco stopped eating and focused his gaze on me. Trying to mask my nervousness, I offered a smile."I feel restless doing nothing here. I believe it's time for me to return to work, maybe at my father's company."Marco's jaw tensed upon hearing mention of my father, clearly unhappy about the connection I was making."I don't want you getting close to him. He might hurt you again," Marco responded, shaking his head and directing his attention back to his meal.I'm grateful for his care, even though things are a bit unclear with his actions and mixed feelings towards me. It makes me happy that he's upfront about wanting me to be safe without any hidden agenda.Although my father works in a different department, on separate f
The intensity of his cold gaze remained unchanged, leaving no trace of whether I had successfully persuaded him. As I moved closer, the fact that we were both naked in the shower slipped from my mind. Placing my hand on his shoulder, it gradually glided downward, coming to rest on his chest. The glimmer of light danced upon my hand, drawing attention to my wedding ring. "Maddie, telling a killer to stop is like asking an artist to quit their art. It's just not possible," he said, sounding a bit sad. It was clear I couldn't change Marco's mind about taking lives. There was something inside him that was connected to it, and he couldn't let go. "But, for your sake, I'll spare your father." I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better about trusting him even though I had doubts because of how he looked and acted whenever he’s mad. His fingers tenderly caressed my cheek, his gaze intensifying as it locked onto mine. "You have the most captivating eyes," he remarked, his touch transition
Upon my return to the office, my co-workers warmly welcomed me, their gestures accompanied by a collection of intriguing new designs neatly arranged on my desk. Politely, I expressed my gratitude to each of them."Welcome back, Ma'am!" Some colleagues addressed me with deep reverence, their acknowledgment reflecting my familial connection as the daughter of the company owner. Despite my assurance that we could adopt a more informal approach, they opted to maintain a degree of formality. Only the manager, true to her role, called me by my name."It's wonderful to see you back, Maddie!" Ma'am Ava, the manager of the operations department, greeted me affectionately with a warm hug."Thank you, Ma'am Ava," I responded gracefully, settling into my seat. Throughout the day, my colleagues approached me, genuinely curious about my married life and honeymoon. Amusingly, I frequently brushed off their inquiries with light-hearted laughter."Surprisingly, you're back," remarked Ma'am Ava. "I hea
I blinked my eyes, trying to clear my vision as I found myself seated in a cramped space. A pulsating pain seared through my wrists and ankles, reminding me that they were tightly bound. A groan escaped my lips, accompanied by a throbbing headache and a lingering sense of dizziness. Despite my efforts, the room remained blurry and I struggled to focus on my surroundings. The sound of a door opening caught my attention, though it had an unusual metallic tone to it. "Why did they bring us to a container yard? We have no backup here. What if Moretti suddenly appears?" a woman's voice expressed concern. It was then that I realized we were not in a typical room but trapped within the confined space of a 40 ft. container."Shh, keep your voice down. It's safer for us to be here, away from any property owned by the Boss. By staying here, we can avoid leaving any traces that Marco Moretti might use to track our organization. We're following the Boss' orders, and he just wants to gather som
I'm receiving care from the household staff, who were concerned enough to suggest calling a doctor. However, I assured them that it wasn't necessary. What I truly need is Dr. Alessandra. I'm looking for someone to confide in and help me process these overwhelming emotions that I've been carrying. In addition, there seems to be something troubling within my emotional wounds. As far as I can tell, there's nothing else physically wrong with me. In the past, I was able to find solace in gaining confidence, especially when Marco was by my side. But now, Marco's presence is also the catalyst for everything falling apart.Suddenly, I heard the door to the room open. Even without looking, I knew exactly who it was. Ever since this morning, I haven't spoken a word to Marco. I even recall having the fleeting thought of wanting to escape from the car that was driving us home. If only I could have a separate home too. But now, I find myself living with Marco.“Once you’re done, please go ahead an
My assumptions about Marco and our relationship were completely shattered, leaving me with a painful realization. As I aimlessly found myself in the walk-in closet surrounded by my belongings, the thought of leaving took hold. Maybe this wasn't where I belonged anymore. But where would I go if I did?Returning to Papa was an option I hesitated to consider. I knew my emotions would only worsen there. What should I do? Should I leave? However, I still couldn't find any trace of emotion in me for Marco, as if my departure wouldn't matter to him."I don't believe it would be a big deal if I left," I said, looking at him with a weary smile. "You could easily replace me, right? If I were to vanish or something were to happen to me, finding another woman to take my place wouldn't pose a challenge for you. After all, you mentioned that I'm replaceable."I once again avoided making eye contact with him and, despite having no intention of leaving, I began packing some of my belongings into a ba
I chose to stay. While Marco was showering, I put on my pajamas.As I rested in bed, my mind couldn't escape the events that transpired earlier. The pain stuck around, mixed with Marco saying sorry and trying to hide his feelings from me.In that moment, an insight struck me—Marco often uttered words that contradicted his actions. The question loomed: which version of him should I believe? Should I give weight to his spoken promises, or should I rely on the actions he displayed when we were alone?The bed shifted, signaling Marco's arrival. The delightful scent of musk and aftershave wafted into my nostrils, triggering a sense of comfort and allure.I averted my gaze, intentionally pretending to be asleep while my mind buzzed with thoughts. But then, a rustling movement from the duvet startled me, causing me to instinctively close my eyes, only to open them moments later.Suddenly, a surge of surprise coursed through me as Marco enveloped me in a warm hug from behind. His hand wrapped
Perplexed, I furrowed my brow, rising from my chair and gathering my belongings. I exited our workspace and entered the elevator, making my way to the upper floor, where the CEO's office was situated. The reason behind his desire to meet with me remained a puzzle. Typically, I never had the opportunity to interact or engage with the CEO directly. If there were any work-related matters, our manager would handle them."Excuse me, Ma'am Maddie?" A young woman, who seemed to be younger than myself, approached me with a polite greeting. "I'm Mr. Moretti's secretary, Penelope. He is currently expecting your arrival."Guiding me towards Marco's spacious office, she matched her steps with mine. Delicately tapping on the door, I could hear Marco's deep voice granting permission to enter.I had visited Papa's office several times, so I was well-acquainted with its layout. As I entered, my gaze was immediately drawn to Marco, who was seated in his swivel chair, engrossed in a stack of documents