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Chapter Fourty Nine: I'll Take Care Of You
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2025-07-01 13:30:23The silence was almost overwhelming. Marceline leaned back in the chair, letting her eyes drift across the cityscape visible through the windows. The view was stunning, but it also made her feel incredibly small and isolated.
Her phone's shrill ringtone shattered the quiet, and she fumbled in her purse to find it. The caller ID showed Cora's name, and she felt a mix of relief and apprehension as she answered. "Celine, honey, how are you doing?" Cora's familiar voice carried both concern and excitement. "I just saw the news about you and Cross on three different channels. The reporters are calling it the 'wedding of the decade' and—" "I'm okay, Cora," Marceline interrupted gently, not ready to discuss the media circus surrounding her life. "How's mother doing? What was her reaction when she saw the news?" There was a pause on the other end, and Marceline could practically hear her sister choosing her words carefully. "Well,
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"We should go inside, Celine," Jennie said, her voice cutting through the thick silence that had settled between them.Marceline blinked, suddenly aware that she'd been standing there like a statue, staring at the familiar wooden door of her childhood home. The paint was peeling around the edges, and she could see where the wood had warped from years of rain and sun. Everything looked smaller than she remembered, somehow more fragile.She nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. Her throat felt tight, like someone had wrapped their hands around it and squeezed.They walked up the three concrete steps that led to the front door. Each step echoed in the quiet afternoon air. Marceline's heart hammered so hard against her ribs she was sure Jennie could hear it. The sound seemed to fill her ears, drowning out everything else - the distant traffic, the neighbor's dog barking, even her own breathing.When was the last time she'd been here? Thre
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"Ma'am, we're here."The taxi driver's voice cut through the fog of Marceline's thoughts like a knife through butter. She'd been staring out the window for God knows how long, watching the scenery change from the familiar cramped streets of her neighborhood to this... this place that looked like it belonged in a damn magazine."Oh, thank you," she muttered, fumbling around in her purse for her wallet. Her hands were shaking a little - when had that started? She pulled out a crumpled twenty and handed it to the driver, not even bothering to wait for change as she pushed the car door open.The taxi pulled away with a soft purr of its engine, leaving her standing alone on the sidewalk like some lost tourist. And honestly? That's exactly how she felt.Right before her stood a beautiful mansion. Not just nice. Not just big. Beautiful in that way that made your chest tight and your stomach drop because you knew you didn't belong anywhere near it. The kind of place that had perfectly manicur
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The taxi moved through the city streets, its engine humming quietly in the afternoon heat. Marceline pressed herself against the worn leather seat, staring out at the buildings that blurred past the window. Her chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a rope around her ribs and pulled it taut.*She means nothing to me.*Cross's voice kept playing in her head, over and over, like a broken record that wouldn't stop. Each time she heard it, something twisted deeper in her stomach. She closed her eyes, but it didn't help. The words were there, burned into her memory."God, what was I thinking?" she whispered to herself, her breath fogging up the glass. The taxi driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Smart man.Marceline pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. Of course he'd say that. Of course. Samantha had been there for five years - five whole years. She was the steady one, the reliable one, the one who knew how he liked his coffe
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Samantha stared at him, her mouth slightly open, eyes wide like she'd just watched him grow a second head. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning in Cross's office.Never had she thought Cross would do this kind of thing. Not Cross. Not the man who treated relationships like disposable coffee cups, using them up and tossing them aside without a second thought."Cross, what has gone over you?" The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice higher than usual.She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Don't tell me you've fallen for her." The words came out sharp, bitter. Like she was spitting out something that tasted bad.Cross didn't even look up from his desk where he was shuffling through some papers. His movements were casual, almost lazy. "It's not your business, Samantha."His voice was flat, emotionless. The same tone he use
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Back at Cross's office, the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Samantha had been pacing up and down, her heels clicking against the marble with each anxious step. Now she stopped, turning to face Cross who sat behind his mahogany desk, looking through some papers like nothing had happened. She couldn't take it anymore. The silence was killing her. "Cross," she said, moving closer to his desk. Her voice was tight, almost pleading. "Tell me the truth." He looked up from his papers, his dark eyes meeting hers. There was something unreadable in his expression. "Tell me this is just one of those jokes you usually make," she continued, her hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Tell me what the media is saying isn't true. Tell me they're just making up stories like they always do." Cross set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. He watched her with that calm, calculating look he always wore when he was thinking.
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Samantha's eyes burned with fury as she stared at Marceline . Her manicured fingers curled into fists at her sides, knuckles white with the pressure of barely contained rage."How dare you threaten me," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. Each word dripped with venom, her carefully maintained composure cracking to reveal the ugliness beneath. The silk blouse she wore rose and fell with her rapid breathing, betraying just how deeply Marceline's words had affected her.Marceline, in stark contrast, remained infuriatingly calm. "Oh don't say that, I'm not threatening you at all," Marceline muttered, her voice carrying that maddening tone of innocence that only served to fuel Samantha's anger further. "I'm only giving you an instance." She examined her nails with deliberate nonchalance. The air between them crackled with hostility. Samantha's chest heaved as she fought to maintain some semblance of control, but Marceline's dismissive attitude was like gasoline
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