Michael’s POV Getting here remained a mystery to me. Since I was not conscious before entering. I have no idea how to leave. My life is over already. Watching the news right now, it says it all. Reporter: Tragic news just in—The renowned youngest celebrity, Michael, with more, has been confirmed dead and buried.Katty: That’s heartbreaking. And to make matters worse, his wife recently lost their daughter as well.Reporter: Such a devastating loss for the family…“Katty?” I gasped in surprise. Could she be the one behind everything I've been going through?“Are you surprised?” A masculine voice echoed from behind. Since the man is always in the mask. I couldn’t guess who he was. Quickly, I switched off the Television and laid back in bed. “Is there anything you want to say to me?”“Your ex-wife is here. Just like you requested,” he replied. My hopes rekindled. I never thought I would see her again. “Marietta's here?” I asked repeatedly. But the man wouldn't answer. Just the
Michael’s POV“Make findings about that young man,” I commanded Donovan before losing my tie angrily.“Yes, boss.”I stared at my angry self in the mirror and smashed it into pieces, causing blood to drip out of it.“You are bleeding,” Donovan said, looking behind. “Leave!” I shouted, clenching my fist in anger. Pity wasn’t what I wanted right now. All I wanted was to win back her heart. To defeat our enemies and make them bow at our feet. To make Gloria and Katty pay for what they have done. And finally, to be with the woman I love. “She doesn’t love me anymore,”“You never can tell,” Donovan cuts in, his eyes boring into mine.“What do you know?” I lashed out, scattering the books in my study room.I watched each paper drop to the ground as Donovan quickly picked them up.“You need to calm down, Michael!” He yelled, holding me firm, his eyes boring into mine.“I can’t come down! Don’t you get it!” I shouted “Michael I–” Donovan heaved a sigh, his grip on my shoulders started to
Marietta’s POV “Get behind me,” Albert commanded. I was about to leave when the door flung open. Quickly, Albert pulled me into him and covered me up with his towel. Jeez, I could feel his boner. But I knew better than to disgrace myself and not cooperate. I can't afford to see Jackson in this way. He might as well also conclude I'm a whore who slept with his brother. “Where are you keeping her?” Jackson shouted. The guards pulled his back so Albert could get out of the room. I reached out for the door and locked it from behind. Placing my ears on the door, I could hear their arguments. “Did you know about it?” “About what, Jackson? You should have grown up by now,” I heard Albert lashed. “Grown up? Do you think you and father can trick me? What stunts are you pulling huh? Where are you keeping her?” he burst out. By her? Does he mean me? Is he truly a bad person like Albert had said? Why, then, did he approach me? So many unanswered questions lingered in my head as I
Marietta’s POVThe repeated sound of the alarm jolted me out of my sleep.Standing right before me was Clara, holding her tablet like usual.“Clara?”“Yes, ma’am.” She answered, smiling.“You have a show in the next one hour. And your makeup artist is here already,” she answered.I felt a bit confused as I couldn’t remember a thing from yesterday.“And yes, you have a date in the evening,” Clara winked.“My head. I feel so good,” I muttered.But something doesn’t just feel right.“I have a date?” I asked.“Yes. With Mr. Whitmore,” Clara replied.“You need to get out of bed quickly. Mr. Frinch is waiting for you.” Clara continued.“Mr. Frinch?” “Yes. He’s your new manager at Hollywood–”“Slow down,” I said.“We’ve got a little time,” Clara hastened me.Soon, I was dressed for the occasion. Waiting for me are more than thirty guards with classy cars. My life looks like a dream at the moment, but first, I need to do whatever my personal assistant asks of me.Upon getting to the venue,
Marietta’s POV “Don't let them know,” Albert pulled me closer. Tears formed in my eyes as my hands trembled in fear. “Just get me a first aid box. It's just a scratch,” he replied. In a second, I was soaked in sweat. “Listen to me,” he said.Reaching out to my hand and holding me firmer. He pulled me closer. “You'll stich me up.” He whispered into my ears. My jaws dropped in fear as I shook my head in disapproval. “I've never done that before. I can't,” I stuttered and tried to run away. “Then I'll hold you right here while you watch me die,” he replied. I could see his eyes getting closed as much blood spilled from the cut. It appears that whoever has done that left through the window.There were shades of broken glass on the floor, which served as evidence. “Hey, listen to Marietta.” He tilted my head up. “Just follow my lead,” he pleaded. Placing the cotton wool in my hand. And the spirit. He stuffed his mouth with some bandages. “I’m sorry,” I pleaded. And like tha
Marietta’s POVI took a step back, my eyes never leaving Bella. She was visibly more excited now, wiping tears from her face with trembling hands. I caught the silent words on her lips: “Say yes.” My hands fumbled anxiously at my fingernails as I struggled to steady myself. Aiden’s gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, intense. I let out a shaky sigh, searching for the right words. “What if—” I began, my voice barely a whisper.“Let me handle the puzzles that come with the 'if,' Etta,” he cut in gently.“But what if—” I tried again, my heart pounding.He pulled me closer, his voice low and steady. “Trust me — there won’t be any buts when you say yes to me,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “I want to be part of your world, Etta. I’ll be everything you need me to be. Just give me the chance to heal your wounded heart.”With every word, my heart raced faster, pounding against my chest. I knew without a doubt that he was madly in love with me — that much was clear. What I co