(Marcus's POV)
I got off the flight. It felt like an eternity to travel from Pennsylvania to Los Angeles.I got in the car which was waiting for me."Where to go, Sir?" my driver Lance asked.I curtly replied, "This is the address," and handed him the piece of paper with the written address on it.A year. Finding my love took me a year.The sun was setting when I peered out of the window. Not long after, the car soon came to a halt."Sir, this is the flat, and on the sec--"I exited the vehicle before my driver could complete his words, giving him the go-ahead to leave. He carried out the directive.I looked around to see empty liquor bottles strewn on the sidewalks and drunk individuals walking and gambling. I then turned to face the building. There were some cracks in it, and the paint was leaking out.I shuddered at the notion of my fragile amore residing here since it appeared nasty.I sighed and reminded myself that I would be returning Serena to our mansion shortly. I smiled as I climbed to the second floor of the building, where she resided.Her flat door was locked when I glanced at it."Must be out for work," I thought to myself and decided to wait for her.I looked at the door of her apartment to find it was locked.I soon heard little feet stepping over the decaying wooden steps. My Siri was there, and the smell of her hit me like a ton of bricks. She had a vanilla scent with a rose undertone that I will never forget. I adore the way she smells.She quickly came into view. She appeared frail, and her delicate skin appeared paler. She had a sloppy bun in her thick brown hair and appeared to be wearing somewhat worn clothing."Mi Amore."As soon as these words skipped from my mouth, her chocolate brown eyes met with my pale blue eyes.She took a step backward as her eyes widened in terror. A thousand daggers pierced my heart as I observed the terror in her eyes."My love...""W-what b-brings you here?" She stammered as she looked down at her shoes, which is one of the things she does when she is frightened or anxious."I am sorry," I began to apologize as the bile of sorrow and guilt rose in my throat.She reacted angrily when I tried to move closer to her and stroke her soft cheeks. She had the impression that I was a plague or a contagious illness."Don't touch me," she said.She was staring at me through her thick eyelashes with unshed tears in her large, brown eyes.Before I had a chance to speak, I heard quick steps coming up to this floor. Then a man in my age range entered the frame.He had green eyes and blonde hair. He sported a jacket. He was about six feet tall. He first turned his angry, disgusted gaze to me before moving it to my Siri.He turned to her and softly muttered, "Siri."As soon as she heard his voice, she turned towards him and rushed into his arms as if he was capable of protecting her from everything.As soon as he began lovingly whispering in her ears, jealousy boiled through my body.That was my right. Despite how badly I wanted to punch the man, I knew that I was to blame. I let go of my love.But soon she will have her back in my arms where she belongs, I thought to myself."You look rather exhausted, so let's go inside the house."The jerk spoke into my Siri's ear. She gave a small nod in response.I stepped aside as he removed a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. Seeing the key emerging from his pocket, many questions ran through my mind.Did they share a home? What relationship they had? Was he a boyfriend of hers? Has she moved on?With each new query, my envy increased.The boy soon assisted Serena in sitting down on the nearby old couch after the door was opened.He wiped the tears from her cheeks and added, "I will get you water." He then walked to the kitchen.I stood there waiting for the man to leave us alone so that I could talk to my love.I inquired, "Whose that boy?" because that was the first thing that sprang to me.She spoke after a brief pause, but she was still glancing down. "Ryle," She whispered.Before I could ask another question, Ryle returned carrying a glass of water and handed it to her.He turned to face me while crossing his arms. He tried to appear intimidating, but he obviously failed because I was much taller and more muscular than him by about 3 to 4 inches."What brings you here Marcus Walton?" He asked coldly.My fist tightened."How dare you talk to me in that tone of yours?" I questioned menacingly."I have every right to talk to you in that tone after what you did to Serena,"Serena has thus told him the whole truth.He asked again, "What brings you here?"Ignoring him, I turned to face her, who was now staring right back at me with a trace of betrayal and pain in her eyes."Look, mi amore, I am extremely sorry and regretted what I have done to you. I had made the worst mistake of my life by divorcing you. I want to make things right, please give me another chance." I said sincerely.I waited for a reaction as I gazed into her eyes."I can't," she mumbled.But those words were enough to break my soul. Does she hate me that much? I went near her to touch her hands.She flinched again as soon as my hands touched her. She quickly took off and hid behind that Ryle."Please, my love.""Just go, just leave me alone!" She screamed in exasperation."Did you just hear what she said? Leave!" Ryle yelled through his clenched jaw.He had no right to address me in such a manner. She has every right, and I am ready for it, but I can't stand this boy."Who are you to her?" I asked him with gritted teeth.There was an awfully tense silence, Ryle and Serena shared a look before he replied."Her boyfriend."(Serena's POV)I gasped as soon as these words left Ryle's mouth."Her boyfriend." Marcus's ragged voice.As soon as Ryle said these words, all the muscles of Marcus's body became stiff. His breathing became ragged.From the time Ryle came here, Marcus was trying to control his anger. I knew it. From the very beginning, Marcus did not invite the idea of Ryle interrupting him and the moment I jumped in Ryle's arms, his dislike towards Ryle increased.He has always been a possessive man and got jealous easily. As soon as Ryle said these words, the dam broke and now, Marcus was not able to control his emotion.His eyes had flame but not of passion but of rage. He pinned Ryle to the nearby wall and then his hands reached up to his throat."How dare you said that. She is mine and no one can take her from me. I dare you to touch her."A chill ran down my spine when Marcus yelled while choking Ryle. Ryle tried to push him but Marcus easily overpowered him.Soon Ryle's face started turning an
(Serena's POV)"Your condition is worsening."I sighed as I continued cleaning the table. Today morning, Ryle took me for diagnosis and the doctors claimed that my condition is worsening and soon I will be needing an operation.How easy it is for a doctor to say that everything will be alright, it is just a matter of a tiny operation.But the only issue in having an operation is the expenses. Whoever quoted the statement health is wealth must have been a fool because in today's world, health needs wealth.My expenses are already high with the therapies, diagnosis, psychiatric medicines, the other medicines, bills, and food and I have only one job to sustain all needs then over it, how can I have an operation? "That's all for today honey. You can go now."Lily's cheerful voice broke my trail of thoughts. I looked back at her and nodded. I quickly made my way to the staff room, removed my apron, and picked up my bag to leave.As soon as I got out of the cafe, I saw a black Porsche stan
(Serena's POV)As the sun rays that peaked through the window touched my face, I pulled the covers over my head as the dazzling light glistened on the blue sky covered with fluffy white clouds. But after seconds, I sit up and rub my eyes before realizing it is already morning. I still need to earn in order for me to live, so there is no time for being lazy, Serena.Marcus's sly smile flashed into my head causing me to groan at his words last night. I know that he won't give up that easily and let me go in peace. But things are hectic for me. I don't have time to flirt with any men. I just want my life simple and to die in peace. Also... I'm sick. I cannot afford to leave Marcus if things get better for us. But I don't want things to get better for us, I want to end this right away with him.I got off the bed and get ready for another day of work.I arrived at the coffee shop but only to find out Marcus sitting comfortably in the middle of the shop. My eyes glance at the wall clock, whi
(Serena's POV)It's been four hours since we brought Marcus here to the UCLA Medical Center. And my anxiety about his safety was expanding every minute that he's been treated inside the ER. Together with Lance, Marcus's driver and assistant for a long time is with me as I am worried about Marcus's condition.My hands were shaking in fear, my pounded heart was about to explode, and tears won't stop streaming down my face, was evident that I'm so damn scared that something worst might happen to him. Fear was brought back to mine, every time his appearance, lying on the ground, blood from his head dripping down the street, causing me to feel regretful for avoiding him from the very beginning."He is going to be alright, Miss Serena."I turned to Lance, he was leaning on the opposite wall with his arms crossed on his chest, he looks relaxed. I mean, he remained his composure since earlier and it pisses me off, to see him not worrying about Marcus.I stood up from the blue bench, "Is he?
(Serena's POV)My mind went blank at his statement. Did I just hear him correctly? He wants me what? "W-What?" I asked again. Maybe I was just hearing things and my ears are having an impairment."Take responsibility for me." He exposed his arrogant mug. My mouth was left hanging."Why me?" I asked confused as tried to recollect things.He shrugged, "Who else would be?""Lance?"He made a long face. "Is he the one I'm chasing?""I'm not the one who crashed you with a car." I throw my bag onto the couch."But you are the reason why I crossed the road."I rolled my eyes, "You're not a kid that doesn't know to glance left and right before crossing the streets.""Will you really put the blame on me?""I--" What are you doing, Serena? Will you really blame him because he's an idiot who didn't know to cross the road?I hesitated to answer him.Yes, I am partially at fault for his injuries right now but... Will I take the responsibility? I run my hands through my hair as I took a glance
(Marcus's POV)I'd been smiling silently every time I met her frustrated chocolate brown eyes. I know she will feel uncomfortable staying at our love nest. That mansion is where our love grows and I want her to realize that everything is still possible for us.Yeah, I'm desperate. But the accident is not part of my plan. I just used the accident to still keep her with me while recovering from my injuries.I live alone. My parents both died in a car accident when I was nineteen. But my Nana, which is my nanny who takes care of me since I was four was still living with me, and she's old enough to take care of a grown man like me, so Serena is my choice.This will give me a chance to bring her back into my life.I know she's pissed off right now. But yeah... I'm really desperate.After five hours, we landed in Philadelphia. Lance and Serena help me get into the wheelchair before we exit my private plane. The downpour started in the early evening, a heavy pelting of water that thundered ag
(Serena's POV)As soon as I got off the car, the vague memories flashes back to me. This is what I'm scared the most.Just the thought of coming back here broke my heart. The place where our love blooms but also the place where my heart is torn into pieces."How are you?" Nana asked.I missed her so much.Wiping my tears before I calm myself from weeping. "I'm... I'm doing good, Nana.""I don't know the story but I'm glad that you're back, Serena." She stroked my hair and wipes my tears like a loving mother. How I wished I have a mother to comfort me in my miserable life. I missed Nana so much.Wrapping my arms around her, I sob into her shoulder. I really need this. I really needed someone I can express all my distress. I need a mother figure.She continued caressing my back, to ease my sadness, my pain in everything about my life."You lost weight, darling." She whispered into my ears.I chuckled, "A-Am I? Then, I s-succeeded in my diet."She slaps my back harshly and I winced in p
(Serena's POV)Sweats furiously streamed down my spine like a spring waterfall, especially on my temple. With a ragged breath, I inhale and exhale deeply as I tried to calm my inner soul. I can't think straight because he's blowing my mind with just one sentence.Did he mean to undress him? By me?"Siri?"I was startled at his manly voice. "I-I'll call Lance!" As fast as the thunder and lightning, I run towards the door."Lance is out of town!"I stop. "Kevin?" His gardener."His wife has given birth yesterday, he's on leave.""Mr. Sandoval!""Don't you have a conscience? It's the old man's bedtime, give him some rest."Damn it!I know, I went overboard for mentioning his sixty-one years old personal butler but... They are the only men living in this huge house. Wait... Why am I in a panic mode? He's my ex-husband, we're married before. I already saw his... His... His little snake... or big snake, I think? There is no point in getting uncomfortable, Serena. But he's doing this on