"Perfect!" Azy, my manager, shouted enthusiastically when the shoot has ended.
I walked towards the dressing room and tiredly sat in front of a vanity mirror, my three PA’s immediately approached me to put some retouch ¾powder here, lipstick there, a typical scene for me as a model.
"Oh my gosh! You're really a definition of perfection, Jazzie," Azy said while standing behind me.
I winced and simply shook my head. I wish if you only know.
"Gorgeous, sexy, rich and other traits that are truly admired by most of the men," he continued while still pointing at my whole being.
I rolled my eyes at him on the mirror and let out a deep breath. "Stop it, Azy. You knew how much I hate it," I uttered, talking about the compliments he gave.
He rolled his eyes at me and flipped his imaginary long hair. "My God! Jazzie. I don't know if you're just being humble or you hate the truth. Alas! If I had that face and body, I wouldn't just flex that on the catwalk, but also at the kitchen, living room or even at the restroom," he said along with his laughter.
"You're pure nonsense, Azy Angelo," I muttered.
Quickly, his face changed then. "Oh my gosh! My ear, oh my gosh!" he acted while covering his ear with his finger.
I laughed sparingly and then picked up my phone that was currently glowing over the vanity mirror.
My face became emotionless when I saw the name on the screen. I lazily swiped up the answer button and put the phone to my ear.
"Are you done?" a cold baritone voice spoke on the line.
"Yeah," I simply answered and signalled my PAs to stop.
They moved away from me and let me sort my things out on my own.
"Jaime will pick you up," he said and then the line ended.
I took a deep breath and hid the phone in my bag. "Do I have a schedule this week?" I asked and looked at Azy on the mirror.
He pouted. "You actually have a project in Paris, but obviously, it seems like you don't want to receive an international photo shoot," he sounded sulky and displeased.
It was not that I do not like it.
"You have so many offers abroad, but you do not want to accept any of them. You are losing so much opportunity, Jazzie," he reminded me.
I forced a smile and zipped up my bag. I walked towards him then gently touched his shoulder.
"I'm really fine here in the Philippines, Azy."
He stared at me and then heaved a sigh. "If that's your decision, I can't do anything else. Your schedule this week is vacant as you requested," he said.
I grimaced again and thanked before finally saying goodbye. Five body guards immediately surrounded me as soon as I exited the building I was in. A few more cameras flashed instantly as I walked towards the car that had sent by the person I was talking earlier.
I was so shocked when I saw an unexpected person inside the car as I got myself in the back seat. I cleared my throat and composed myself while leaning against the seat.
"You really like cameras, huh?" the man beside me spoke.
I avoided rolling my eyes and just looked out of the window where I could see the three paparazzi who had been watching me earlier. Apparently, they can’t see us now because the car window’s tinted.
"I'm a model, Valjerome. It was natural," I reasoned out.
As if you didn't know how much I wanted to be a model since then.
You just forget.
He did not say a word and signalled his man to start driving. I could feel him leaning back on his seat. I didn't bother to look back at him because I gradually felt tired after two hours of facing the camera earlier.
I was about to close my eyes and took some rest when he spoke again.
"You've got an offer in Paris?" he asked coldly.
I sighed and then idly turned around, he immediately met my eyes.
I no longer wonder how he found out. Knowing him and his connections, nothing is really surprising. I would be even more surprised if he knew nothing about the offers that were given to me.
"Do not worry, I turned down the offer," I replied bitterly.
"Good," he simply said and went back to his position.
I just shook my head and continued what I was about to do earlier¾take a nap.
"Just stay here, you're not leaving. You're not going away," I heard him whispered before I drifted into oblivion.
I woke up from a gentle pat on my shoulder. I immediately wandered around and noticed that I was already in my room, at my husband’s house.
That's right, I'm married to the man I was with earlier, Valjerome.
I smiled a little at Manang Fe¾the caretaker of the mansion¾and slowly got up.
"What time is it, Manang?" I politely asked and fixed my robe.
I was stunned for a moment and my cheeks warmed at the thought that Valjerome had dressed me again.
"It was ten o'clock in the evening, hija. Sir Valjerome told me to wake you up for dinner," said Manang.
"Is he still here?" I asked.
We may have been in the same house but we slept separately¾which he himself, decided.
"Yes, he is in his room with—" The old lady stopped and bowed down.
I sighed and tapped the old woman's shoulder. I forced a smile as she looked up at me.
"It was okay, Manang. I'm used to it so you do not have to keep it a secret," I said.
She looked at me in such pity. "Why didn't you just break up with him, hija?" Manang Fe asked me.
I averted my gaze. "Maybe because I love him,” I looked at her and forced a smile when the pity in her eyes doubled. "I can still tolerate it," I added.
Manang Fe sighed then gave me a hug. "May your patience for him have a purpose," she said softly.
Impossible, but I hope so.
"You go down first, I'll follow later," I said as we separate ways.
Manang nodded and did what I have said. For the moment I fixed myself in the mirror, my forehead furrowed when I noticed my make-up on my face was removed. I just shrugged it off thinking that Manang wiped it off because it was impossible for Valjerome to know such things.
All he does is change my clothes.
As I am done with my appearance, I left my room. I was stunned to walk when I came across Valjerome's room. I let out a bitter smile when I heard soft moans from there.
It was not new to me, but I’m still hurt with this situation. It was been more than two years since the two of us got married, two years of enduring him bringing different women here in the mansion. Two years of questioning why this is happening to me, to us. If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank.
I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts.
I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with.
I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.
I sat on the kitchen chair and silently scooped for my food while I was surrounded by six maids, waiting for whatever I may order for them to get.While chewing the food in my mouth I couldn’t help to keep an eye on my husband’s scattered armed personnel. I let out a raw smile and gently shook my head.Like I said, this is not new to me. Valjerome is a boss of a mafia group so he has so many staff here in the mansion¾protector and killer."Be ready."My husband’s voice caught my attention. I turned to him and saw him seriously walking towards my seat. He is now well dressed, a white v-neck shirt and a faded denim pants. I still want to laugh because he acts like he hasn't done anything wrong to me.I continued eating my food, "For what?" I asked lazily.He sat down in the chair next to me and started getting his food. "It is my parent
The party went on. The audience began to dance by partners just like Valjerome's parents. I couldn’t help but smile and be jealous of the couple. Today is their 50th anniversary, yet the love in their eyes were still intact."You're drinking too much," a deep voice whispered beside me.I slowly glanced at him and smiled. "Are you going to stop me from this too?" I laughed and shook my head as I drunk the whiskey that I was holding.I guess, I’m really drunk because I can now answer him in a pedantic way without feeling nervous. Well, I am always like this when drunk. It was like I'm opening a door from a room I'm locked in.I do not know how many shots I've had. All I know is that I’m putting all my frustrations right now through drinking¾with my husband, with this necklace and with our lives living with each other."Oh, son. Why don't you dance with Jazz
Despite my loneliness, I still forced myself to prepare a dinner date when the night came, hoping that he'll celebrate with me on this special day.After decorating the kitchen, I decided then to go upstairs to change my clothes. Somehow, I felt a little excitement as I look for a dress.I chose a pinkish above the knee tube dress and carried it to the bathroom. I took a shower and fixed myself after. I put some more powder on my face and a little pigment of liptint on my lips before I moved quickly when I heard the engine of Valjerome's car.I may feel so nervous, but I couldn't help to laugh, thinking that we still lasted this long despite the way he treated me.I walked over to my window and watched him arrived. My remaining delight was erased instantly the moment he got out of his car with a woman hugging him. I bit my lip as they started kissing as if they were the only person around. I held my
"You are the only one I have seen who took a break from work who was not happy," Azy commented as the make-up artists fixing my hair and face.I rolled my eyes and did not bother to talk. Even if days have already passed, my chest pain still doesn’t go away every time I remember what had happened on Valjerome and I’s anniversary."By the way, you already know, don't you?" said Azy.My forehead knotted as I glanced at him¾waiting for him to continue.“You will be having a partner for today’s shoot,” he said."What?!" I exclaimed.His lips parted and put his hands on his waist. "Do not tell me again that you have not read my messages yet?!" he growled at me.I closed my eyes and then avoid my face from the artist’s brushes. I signaled them to step aside as I looked straight at Azy.
"N-Next," the photographer said hesitantly as he nervously smiled at me and Chaos.Who would not be scared if my husband, looking sharply at the man I am with as of the moment, was standing right next to him. I do not even know if this is still a photoshoot or a meditation because the room is filled with silence. You can only hear our movements and the sound of the camera shutter. They all seem to be feeling Valjerome’s dark aura surrounding. Even I, can not pose properly because of the nervousness every time he sees me.What? He was the one who decided to pursue the shoot rather than letting me date with this guy, but why is he looking at me like it was my fault."You are too stiffed," the guy beside me spoke as he wrapped one of his hands around my waist for our next pose.I gritted my teeth and glared at him. "Are you enjoying this?" I hissed lowly.He chuckled and got c
"Fvck!" a profanity was released by Valjerome the moment I pushed him and gave him a hard slap.I was about to leave his lap when he quickly grabbed me and restrained me in place."You will never get away from me," he said as his jaw tightened.I laughed sarcastically and glared at him. "Fvck.You," the corners of my eyes began to tear up so I avoided his gaze."Should we try?" he said coldly.I quickly turned my gaze back to him and looked to slap him again, but he immediately caught my hand in the air before it even landed on his cheek."I would not let you hurt me again, once is enough," he said emphatically.When I laughed and bit my lower lip. "It is unfair, do you know that?" I said hoarsely as I stared at him. "Because I am letting you hurt me over and over again," I added as a lone tear fell on my cheek.His ey
"Valjerome, let me go! What? Where are you taking me?" I forcefully grabbed my arm from his grasp. We just got out of the car and he immediately dragged me into the house. I could feel his grip based on his firm grip on me. He pushed me slightly up the stairs and pointed upwards. "Go to your room!" his voice echoed all over the house. I could feel the fear of his assistants and staff. Who doesn't? This is the first time he has been angry like this. "What is your problem?!" "I said fvcking go to your room, Jazzie! Don't test my patience!" I scoffed and laughed sarcastically. "Wow, you're the one who really said that. Do you think my head is getting cold from what you're doing ?!" I pointed at his chest. "You're acting like a jealous husband even though the truth is you don't care about me! Are you this ruthless, Valjerome? You're making me dependent!" I saw his jaw clenched. We both gasped for breath from screaming while not taking our eyes off each other. A few seconds later, h
I kept blinking as I stared at the ceiling. I could not believe Valjerome is lying next to me now, most of all I never thought I would wake up in his arms.He's freakin 'hugging me.I have held my breath as I felt Valjerome's arm tightened and drew me even closer to his body."You wake up early," he said hoarsely as he pressed his face against my neck.I feel like my heart will move out of my chest with the force of its beating. I cleared my throat and tried to speak with my quivering lips."It’s morning already, Val," I softly said.He just hummed and nodded against my neck. I could even feel him sniffing."Are you still sore?" he asked.My face automatically heated up as I remembered what we did last night."Val!" I shouted when his hand cupped my womanhood.I