Perhaps I dreamed of something like that because what happened last night was still fresh in my mind. And that boy with green eyes... I shook my head and sat in bed, remaining motionless.And because of how I met him, the image of that guy manifested in my dream. The stranger... Rizzo, which I believe is his surname rather than his real name because he always called Zach by his surname as well. They had a habit of calling each other by their surnames, which I'm not sure is the norm in their world.Wait, my thoughts were cut short, and realization struck me once more. Memories of what happened the night before surface like a flood in my mind. It's real, and everything really happened.It's my new reality. My husband is a part of that dangerous world, which means I will be as well from now on. I sighed and gathered my thoughts. Since it's here already, I can just accept it. There are many more things I need to think about than Zach being a mafia boss or something like that, if that is w
“Why?” That's all I can say without my voice choking me. I'm curious about this because, I don't know when, but every time I look at our memories together, I get this nagging feeling that something isn't right. Or it is just me because my act is now beginning to influence my mind.I don't want to be suspicious of him or make our already bad relationship even worse. Having doubts will only increase the chances that Zach will leave me. I always get scared when I think about this as if not having Zach in my life will kill me.Perhaps he is right. That I'm obsessed with him, but I can't help it. I know I'm crazy, but I can't stop.He looks at me with a dark expression but says nothing."Do you really don't remember anything?" Zach asked me this question instead of answering and going on with what he was saying.His blue eyes never left my face for a second. My heart is racing, but I don't let my face show how surprised I am. I just nodded at him in response. I don't even know what words w
As we walk through the hall, the solemn atmosphere grows more intense, becoming almost gloomy and dark. It reminded me of the time when I walked into that bar not knowing what was going to happen; now, because of it, I have an idea of what party this is.I lift my head and look at Zach next to me. He hasn't said anything since we got in the car as if he has a lot on his mind. Even the bodyguards around us look wary of their surroundings as if they are on guard for something.Zach may have noticed my gaze as he looked at me, and he stopped, prompting me to do the same. Even with a mask covering half of his features and only his lips showing, the shadow outlined his handsome face, and his blue eyes appeared darker than usual, filled with deep thoughts.Zach never gave me a chance to ask him why he brought me here when he told me to forget about it and that I had nothing to do with it. From the atmosphere, I can tell this party isn't simple at all.But I know that even without asking him
I raise my head, and the eyes around us become even more visible, and they appear to have no intention of hiding their gazes.My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the man who stood upright and confidently in front of our table. When I look at him, our eyes meet, and the grin on his face widens. Even with the mask that conceals his identity, I can immediately tell who he is, especially when those intimidating green eyes look directly into my eyes.The man who introduced me to the world. The man who started all of my confusion. Rizzo, Zach’s enemy.I turn away from him and look at Zach, and I notice his expression darkening in an instant, in stark contrast to Rizzo's. He is the only one who can change Zach's face this much out of everyone who comes to our table.“I’m sorry that I’m a bit late to the party. Something came up that I had to take care of first.” His deep voice rang, and while he appeared to be explaining something, his tone suggested otherwise.He doesn't appear to
The men are becoming more cautious of their surroundings with each passing second, and as I look around, I notice that not only on our side but also on the security of the other guests.Since Rizzo left, it has already been like this. It had been a few minutes, and I hadn't seen him again. He might have already gone home, or, as Zach said, he might be planning something I don't know about.The pressure rises even more as someone approaches Zach and whispers something to him that I can’t hear. But when I look at his face, I see a change that is so scary that he breaks the glass he is holding with his own hands.“Zach!” I immediately reacted and held his hand, which was already bleeding. "What are you doing?" I yell, feeling a little upset about what he did.However, as I lift my head again, our eyes meet. I went stiff, surprised by the way he was looking at me. It's not with fierce eyes, but something more frightening. A look that I never thought Zach would give me.I can't even react
“A substitute?” I can't help but ask him, and he responds immediately."Hmm, a substitute," Rizzo says with a nod. "Gallagher uses a substitute for you, and uses the darkness to hide you in the crowd," he confirms, continuing to fill in the gaps of information for me. “While they both went out thinking we’ll chase them while someone will hide you from me.” He continued as the stunned expression on my face widened; I hadn't even considered it in this light.I’m still processing this as Rizzo's voice reverberated again, and he even clapped this time. He's clapping, and the amused grin on his face has reached his eyes, giving me a sense of familiarity as I look at him.“A good plan, indeed. Almost perfect, even.” he stopped his hand and said, with a sly glint in his eyes, "But it won't work on me. Gallagher miscalculated this time. I wonder how his face is right now.”So, ever since we went to that party, Zach has had this plan in place in case Rizzo ever comes looking for me. And he did
A few minutes later, the sound of the door opening reached my ears, and I immediately looked in its direction. Two women enter the door, wearing suits as well.They didn’t look like some maids at all but more like the bodyguards that Rizzo had. I watch them approach me, and after they are already at the foot of the bed, they both look at me and then bow their head as a greeting to me.My brows furrowed at this action. Is this a custom or what? This is too respectful for a hostage, isn’t it?They soon straightened up and looked at me again, and the one with short hair spoke first; her delicate appearance was really deceiving. She looks far younger to be in this world. I continued to observe them, remaining in my position.“Mist— Uhm, Miss Addalyn, we are here as your personal attendants. You can ask us anything you want, and we can deliver it to you right away,” she said with a smile on her lips, but with how she stumbled on her first word, I wondered what she was about to call me earl
Clive, I mutter that name inside my mind. A frown gradually appears on my lips as I raise my gaze and look at him seriously as if trying so hard to recall his face in my memory.Despite knowing this name for the first time, it had a familiar sense to it as I had already repeated it. Looking at him now, perhaps we have a history after all.I averted my gaze away from him, shifted to the food, and then started putting dishes on my plate. I might be in the enemy’s territory, and I don’t need to starve myself. Especially now that I suddenly have a goal in mind while staying in this mansion.And that is to know what is the mystery behind our relationship. Looking back, it seems Zach is always out of control when he sees me with Clive. That is not normal. I can think of many solutions, but the most logical reason is he also knew something I didn’t.Putting a lot of dishes in my mouth, I didn’t bother the man I was with as my grip on the food utensils had become tighter. The realization that