During the ride to Marco's parents' house, I remained quite, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Marco as I wasn't prepared to confront him yet. The recent events had left me stunned, and I wasn’t sure about how to address the situation with my husband.While my hands still retained their chill, a sense of relief washed over me, understanding that Marco wouldn't do anything to Lucille as close to those he shot earlier.I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the blood that had been splattered from the men Marco had shot. It struck me that I had considered that blood to be mine. I had no idea where that thought had come from.We arrived at Marco's parents' grand residence, and as soon as someone opened the door, I stepped out. Avoiding eye contact with Marco's staff, I felt a sinking feeling that they were aware of what had happened earlier. Embarrassment washed over me, fully aware that it was my fault. I couldn't shake the thought that my careless actions could have put innocen

I woke up early, but Marco had already risen even earlier. When I woke up, he wasn't by my side. I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up and do my morning routine.As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed a reddish mark on my neck and a few bite marks that I assumed were from Marco's actions last night.Last night. Suddenly, all the details came rushing back. From the way Marco teased my nipples to how passionately he played with me. My face flushed, and I couldn't deny the intense heat that washed over me. I washed my face again, almost submerging it in the sink out of embarrassment for what happened last night. I pleaded with Marco. I almost touched myself. I felt like a different person, almost unrecognizable to myself."You're such a fool, Maddie," I whispered to myself.After finishing up in the bathroom, I emerged and made my way to the walk-in closet, trying to find an outfit that would conceal the marks on my neck. Despite the scorching weather ou

As soon as Renzo saw us, he swiftly arranged for the car, and Marco signaled to them. We hurried into the car, putting distance between us and the uneasy situation.Marco invited me to join him in the front seat of his Rolls-Royce, opening the door courteously. He then positioned himself in the driver's seat."I just need to swing by the office quickly to sign some pending documents. Once that's done, I have the whole day free. Where would you like to go?"Marco's words sparked excitement within me. Could this be a date? The possibility lingered in my mind, causing a flutter of anticipation in my stomach."How about the mall?" I suggested, realizing I needed to refill my skincare supplies and restock my makeup collection. Additionally, I felt the desire for some new clothing pieces to freshen up my wardrobe.Marco affirmed with a nod before donning his pricey sunglasses and heading off to his office. I opted to remain in the car, as he assured me it would be a brief errand. True to hi

"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

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