Writer p.o.vAs the warm afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, Zoey and Marco lay lazily on the bed. The remnants of their delicious lunch still lingered on their lips, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.Zoey turned her head to look at Marco, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marco,” she began, her voice soft and gentle, “Why did you choose to break up over telling me what was going on?”Marco's gaze shifted from the ceiling to meet Zoey's eyes. He took a deep breath, his mind flooded with memories of that painful time. “Zoey, I made a terrible mistake,” he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. “Back then, I was young and my power over the situation was limited, breaking up with you was the only way I could have done to drag the attention from you.” Marco, pissed by the memories, his mind replaces the event and how broken and vulnerable Zoey was then.He cursed

Zoey p.o.vThe car rode to a stop in front of the biggest hall I've ever seen, the lighting from the building was blinding. It could pass as the daylight. Paparazzi are all over the place, some gather at the side of the red carpet leading to the entrance of the hall. While some scattered around, taking sneak pictures of people. I have no idea the kind of people, Marco invited, but based on their influence in the country. I'm sure they people at the top of the food chain. “To the underground garage.” Marco hissed irritated. I forgot he doesn't like the paparazzi, he was hardly seen on the newspapers or the TV unlike other famous business. If he's seen on the news, it is most like an old picture of him. The owners of these news firms won't want to be in the Alfonso's bad book, so they steer clear unless invited. The car came to a stop at the very private underground garage, accommodating only three other cars. “Wait for me.” Marco told me as he hurriedly gets down from the car, h

Zoey p.o.vToday's weather is sunny and warm, embracing your skin like a blanket in winter. I'm currently sitting in the living doing nothing actually, staring blankly at the TV. There is a program going on, but I wasn't paying any attention to it. My mind is going over yesterday's event, from the party to the mind-blowing sex with Marco. Okay, let me be honest, my mind was stuck in the later part. Thinking of it still gives me goosebumps. “Zoey!” Rebecca high pinch voice startled me back to reality. “You won't be this, have you seen the news?” She asks excitedly, taking her seat beside me. “No.” I shook my head, honestly it completely skipped my mind that the medias were there, and I'm certainly going to be on the news. “Girl! You are making headlines on all news channels.” Rebecca I was speechless, gaping at her like a fish out of water. I'm sure my eyes are bulging out of their socket. “Here, watch this.” She pass me her phone, I began scrolling through her Instagram wall.

Zoey p.o.vMarco was not home when I arrived, I guess he went about his business. It was just Camila and Isabella settling in, in their rooms.Rebecca has gone home, as we had discussed earlier in the plane, and she will be here tomorrow morning to taking touring around Italy.Something I am excited about, I can't wait to tour the place people can't shut up about.A maid led me to my room, it was already past six, so I decided to take my bath.I am still full when they came to call me down for dinner, and fatigue, all I wanted to do was just laying on the bed and embrace the sleep that has been calling out my name.•••“Zoey, it's past ten already, we should go to bed.” Camilla yawn, trying to fight off the sleep. “Yeah, I think Marco is going to come home late today.” Isabella supported immediately, both of them are exhausted from the long trip but are too stubborn to go and rest. Saying they want to accompany me. “You two need to rest, don't forget I just woke up not too long ago

Zoey p.o.vWe are trapped.Silence fell on the room, with great tension hanging in the air. My breathing slow down as I took in everything, they were forging oblivious to our presence.Not acknowledging us, or intentionally hanging us in suspense. Camila and Isabella cower to my side, both of them held on to my hand. I couldn't dictate what Camila was feeling, but I could easily feel the fear radiating off Isabella.I was panicking inwardly, but I try not to show it out, I know better than to let my enemy perceive my fear.“Observations…. Observations.” The man on the chair spoke up, bringing his gaze upon us. He wasn't very handsome, but he had the most beautiful pair of sea green eyes, they are dreamy and alluring.His left fingers tapping on the armrest softly, his legs crossed over the other in a typical Mafia boss way, while a cigarette in between his right fingers.He brought the cigarette up to his mouth, I watch as his lips parted before wrapping on the cigarette. He dragged f