Dear Readers, Is it okay for Marietta to fall in love with Albert? Why is Albert painting Jackson so bad?
Marietta's POVI had returned to work like nothing ever happened.Signing deals. Smiling for the cameras. Preparing for my next audition.But no matter how hard I tried to keep my mind off last night, it wouldn’t leave me alone.How did he get the drugs out of my system… without sleeping with me? I muttered to myself, burying my face in my palms with frustration.The question haunted me like a shadow.I grabbed a file from my desk and tried to rehearse my lines for the audition. But the words blurred. My thoughts were a mess.“I can’t get him out of my head,” I whispered with my eyes shut, feeling like I was losing my grip.I tapped my forehead lightly, repeatedly, trying to snap myself out of it—until a voice startled me.“Do you need me to—?”“No,” I said sharply, jolting upright. “It’s fine.”It was Kelvin, standing just in front of me, holding a small stack of folders.I cleared my throat, composing myself. “Please pack the files and have the cars ready. I’ll be heading out soon.
Marietta’s POVHave you completely lost your mind?!” Aiden’s mother shouted. And just like that, we were live.Streaming across the internet for the world to see.“Move,” Bella commanded, her voice cold and unwavering.But the woman didn’t budge.Before we could make sense of everything, police officers appeared too quickly, like they had been waiting nearby.“What are you doing? You can’t just arrest her. She didn’t touch anyone!” Bella shouted, stepping in front of me. “This is harassment and completely unprofessional!”It didn’t matter.None of it mattered.They were already reaching for my wrists, locking the cold steel cuffs in place.“Bella, don’t let them take me,” I cried.There was little my guards could do. So they knew better than stepping in to defend me.After all, no one wants to get involved in this mess. My knees wobbled. My breath turned shallow.“Please,” I whimpered. “Bella, help me.”Aiden’s mother stepped forward, anger visible in her eyes.“My daughter-in-law i
Marietta’s POVI looked at the envelope Lena was holding and back at Aiden, whose expression remained unreadable.Lena looked uneasy, and she really didn’t look like the calm person I had seen at Aiden’s office. Her once bright and vibrant face is now squeezed and gloomy.“If there’s anything you want to say, Lena, you might as well just spill it right here,” Aiden proposed. Signaling to Rita, he grabbed his cutlery, his eyes lingering on mine. “You might want to start eating,” He gestured to me.Even though he was trying to assure me by his attitude that all was under control. I still couldn’t ignore the fact that everything wasn’t okay.I looked behind me to see Lena still fuming with anger as she pieced the white envelope that was left with her.“I’m pregnant, Aiden.” She announced, striding across me before settling in front of Aiden.“Congratulations,” was all that proceeded out of his mouth.I clenched my fist beneath the table and tightened my fist on the cutlery I held."Why
Marietta’s POV “What do you say?” He asked again. I was about to respond when I heard Bella’s footsteps. I quickly hung up and pretended nothing happened. I was shivering so badly that Bella had to get me some of her clothes. “Here,” she stretched the cup of coffee towards me. “Thanks,” I gently placed the cup of coffee on the table while I changed into a new set of dry clothes. I watched Bella aim for the room, and the next minute, she was back with a hair dryer. “Your hair is wet.” She broke the silence. “Thanks,” was all I could say. The silence continued for a long time. And only the air dryer alone was the sound that filled the air. “Marietta,” “I'm listening,” I answered bluntly. I'm not sure what my feelings are right now. But I could tell I was losing interest in everything. “We are at risk,” Bella started. A conversation I wasn't ready to listen to. I felt so angry within myself. But I knew someone had to say it. I've got nothing to lose but Bella still has
Marietta’s POVI can’t believe this has gotten to the point where I have to name my price for love.A path where I have to choose between love and sanity. Which should I go for? Tears streamed down my face as I tried to wriggle my hand away from Aiden. His mother’s eyes still lingered on mine as tears continued to roll down her cheeks as well.“Mother, this is emotional blackmail. And I won’t take it from you,” Aiden snapped, grabbing my hand as we both made our way out.The skies are gathering, ready to pour down their content like they used to do. The breeze tossed my hair across my face, causing it to stick to my face, which was already wet with tears.Preventing me from seeing Aiden, whose hands were still trying to reach out to me. I shook my head in disapproval as I took a few steps backward. “Marietta,” With the way he called my name, I knew this matter was a serious one. Now that both of us are in our right senses, we need to make a decision. The lightning in the sky r
Marietta’s POVMichael finally signed the divorce papers.For a moment, I felt relief. Like I could breathe again. Like I was finally done with Michael Whitmore—and the storm that came with him.But oddly, I wasn’t happy.“I’ll be leaving now,” Clara’s voice came from behind me, soft but certain. I quickly turned off my phone, caught off guard.I blinked rapidly, trying to swallow the tears that had been threatening to spill even before she walked in. But it was too late. She saw them.“You’re… leaving?” I asked, my voice cracking into a whisper.Since Bella’s wedding, she has been distant. I understood. She had a new life now, a husband to care for. I had once been like that—pouring all of myself into Michael. My time. My love. My everything.And yet, he still chose Katty over me.That chapter was closed now, or at least, I wanted it to be. I wasn’t planning to revisit the pain.“Yes,” Clara nodded, her smile fragile as she stepped closer. “My mother’s ill again. She needs me.”