"What the fuck is going on here?" Anthony glared at the man who clearly did something to Faith. Faith stood there, frozen. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She felt weak and powerless.
"I was just leaving. You must be her Fiancé," Marcus smirked. "I'm Marcus."
"Care to explain what's happening here, Marcus?" Anthony asked. His tone was relatively civil in spite of his anger.
Marcus didn't answer his question. "I'm not trying to steal your fiancée, don't worry," he said, instead.
"Oh, I am not worried. But if you touched Faith, I promise you it won't end well for you," Anthony's voice grated harshly.
"Take it easy, man. Maybe you should let her explain. I'm leaving," Marcus said and walked out of the house. Faith heard the engine start then his car drove away.
"Anthony...I..." Faith choked back tears.
Anthony pulled her into an embrace and smoothed down her messy hair. Faith buried her face in his chest. The mix
And just like that, she was married.Faith got ready to move in with Anthony alongside Mary and put her house on sale. Mary was excited to move to a bigger place, but Faith couldn't share the excitement. She didn't want to get married so abruptly, especially since Jody was missing.Her middle sister Jody was completely out of touch. Faith tried to reach out to her, but there was no news. She knew Jody was safe. She just simply didn't want anything to do with them. She didn't even bother to show up for their father's funeral. Faith couldn't blame her.Jody didn't have the strength to bear the things she had to go through alongside Faith. Things Mary never had to go through. That's why she left and vowed never to come back. And she always blamed Faith for not protecting her better. Faith didn't know what was happening to Jodie, but she won't believe Faith no matter how much she tried to explain.Anthony told his driver the address after he finished picking
Faith convinced Anthony to let her stay in the company. She liked working, and the thought of staying home and not doing anything made her feel useless. She wanted to keep earning money whether she needed it or not. Anthony was reluctant at first but agreed eventually. He didn't want to make her feel like he was trying to control her.There was going to be a charity ball where Faith was invited to. She hadn't told anyone about her and Anthony's marriage, so it was nerve-wracking to walk around with that secret. She avoided talking to most of her coworkers, especially Mark, who occasionally tried to ask her out again."Of course you are going," Anthony said after seeing her hesitation."But Anthony, it's uncomfortable for me to talk to everyone! I feel like I am deceiving them," Faith winced."So? You don't owe them anything. Just act normal like you always do. I am your boss, and you are my employee. What's there to be uncomfortable about?" Anthony raised
Anthony stood there and watched Mark approaching Faith. Jealousy burned through his brain, and he could hardly contain himself, but he couldn't have an outburst in the middle of a company event. He was the owner of the company, and it wouldn't look good for his reputation. Besides, Mark hadn't done anything other than being flirtatious. But that was enough to enrage Anthony. Mark doesn't get to look at Faith that way. She was his, whether she admitted it or not. It seems like it was time to stop playing this pretend game and claim what's his. Anthony stormed toward them and interrupted their conversation. Mark was already on guard as he saw the big boss approaching. At least he knew his place, Anthony thought. "Mr. DeMarco, good evening," Mark let out a nervous laugh. "Mr. Paterson," Anthony cleared his throat. "I see you have been keeping my wife company. That's nice of you," he said. Faith looked like the whole world came crashing on her. He
Faith refused to speak or look at Anthony the next day. Anthony took her home right after, just as Faith told him. She hopped in the shower and tried to wash off the humiliation Anthony made her feel. He knew there was no point in asking for her forgiveness yet as she was too angry. He messed things up again."What's with you two?" Mary asked in the morning after watching them for several minutes. They were not looking at each other or talking."Nothing. Finish your breakfast and get ready for school," Faith said curtly.Mary didn't say anything else. She knew better than to get involved.Faith didn't speak to him during the car ride to work. She almost told him not to worry about taking her to work, and she'd instead find her own ride. But she stopped since Anthony never listened to her anyway."Faith, I apologize for my behavior last night. I was out of line," Anthony broke the silence and reached for her hand, but she snatched it away."I
Anthony looked at Faith's pale face as she absent-mindedly painted on her canvas. His heart clenched. He didn't mean to make her feel like she was a prisoner at his house. He intended to make her happy. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Faith looked up and set her brush down but didn't say anything. She hasn't been speaking to him properly, and it drove Anthony crazy. "I just...I wanted to see if you'd go to dinner with me tonight," Anthony asked. "Sure, whatever you say," Faith replied absent-mindedly. Anthony moved closer and put his hand on her back. "How long will you stay mad at me?" he leaned down and whispered into her neck. "I'm not mad at you," Faith said. She softly moaned as he traced the waistband of her jeans and trailed his fingers up to her stomach. "Liar. You hate me, and I can't stand it," he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Faith trembled but didn't push him off. "I don't hate you," she wh
Anthony cleared his throat. "Faith, I would like you to meet my older brother, Phillip DeMarco Jr.," he said. Phil looked at the woman in front of him. At first glance, she didn't seem anything special. She was not a remarkable beauty like Anthony's previous Fiancée. "Hello," Faith said and smiled shyly. A sweet melodious voice, Phil thought. He looked at her closely. She may not be a conventional beauty, but there was something pure and organic about her. She had these big, expressive eyes and dark, long hair that reached down to her waist. Her lips looked soft and delicate. There was a certain softness about her presence. The longer you look at her, the more beautiful she seems. She almost seemed very...maternal. This must be what attracted Tony, Phil thought. Anthony had always craved their mother's attention, but for some reason, she never gave him the time of day. She hired several nannies and left him to them. Phil couldn't remember the
Faith tied her hair in a messy bun and put on a robe, then sat at the edge of the bed. Then she patiently waited for Anthony to finish what he was doing in the bathroom. She wasn't used to someone pampering her, so she didn't know how to feel about it. She had always been the caretaker, not the other way around. And she was still mad about Anthony's possessive and jealous attitude earlier. He couldn't even trust his own brother! That wasn't even the main problem. The problem is that he didn't trusther, but she decided to give him a chance to make it up to her anyway. Anthony came back to the bedroom and smiled at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked into his deep blue eyes, and she forgave him already. Dammit. He suddenly scooped her off the bed and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom. "What are you doing? I have legs." Faith threw her head back and laughed. "Those beautiful legs aren't touching the gro
Anthony watched Faith stiffen. She was still sitting on the bed. He washed his hand and quickly got back to his wife. "Hey, what's the matter? Did I offend you?" he placed his hand on the back of her head and stroked her wet hair. Faith shook her head. "No, I'm okay." "Good, because I'm not done with you yet," Anthony smirked and picked her up in his arms. Faith's cheeks turned red in response and she buried her face in his shoulder. He lay her in bed and removed her towel. Faith's face and neck were flushed red. She still wasn't used to Anthony staring at her naked. "I wasn't going to do anything other than pampering you, but you've fanned the flame now, Faith." He placed his hand between her legs and stroked her. She shivered slightly. So sensitive, this girl. He positioned himself between her legs. He knew he shouldn't be making love to her without protection, but he wanted to feel everything inside her. It was like an addiction. An