“ Please wake up. If not for me, let it be for your sake.” He raised her hand to his lips then pecked it. Smiling against her smooth skin, he said. “ This makes me remember my encounter with your friend three days ago, shared some embarrassing moment about you.” Marco inhaled sharply then a laugh broke out as his mind wandered to that moment.
~~~~Flashback begins...
“Who are you ?!” The thunderous voice of Marco startled Chloe, as she rose her head from the bed with her hands immediately going to her chest, calming her beating heart. “ You must be Marco, Patricia's boss.” Chloe said with a smile, using her sleeves to wipe her teary eyes.
“ Yes I am, state your reasons for being here. You can't be a nurse, no nurse will assume the position you were in whe
As the long brown oak down opened, the workers of the building who were lined by the sides of the door, all chorused together with their head slightly bowed “ Welcome young prince.” greeting the man who wore a two button up white shirt and blue jeans, his brown hair was tousled but it did not ruin his handsomeness. Some female workers peek through the corner of their eyes, swooning at the sight of their young prince. His broad shoulders, bulging muscles and his abs that was visible to the eyes of his admirer just because of the shirt hugged his body; his height and physique was everything a girl wants.The trolley went inside first with a female nurse pushing it before he catwalked inside with his hefty men in black following him.“ Marco, my son.” A woman that looks exactly like him, it was as if she is the female version of him but older. Marco removed his black shades as he looked up to the woman dressed in a simple gown but was adorned
As the long brown oak down opened, the workers of the building who were lined by the sides of the door, all chorused together with their head slightly bowed “ Welcome young prince.” greeting the man who wore a two button up white shirt and blue jeans, his brown hair was tousled but it did not ruin his handsomeness. Some female workers peek through the corner of their eyes, swooning at the sight of their young prince. His broad shoulders, bulging muscles and his abs that was visible to the eyes of his admirer just because of the shirt hugged his body; his height and physique was everything a girl wants. The trolley went inside first with a female nurse pushing it before he catwalked inside with his hefty men in black following him. “ Marco, my son.” A woman that looks exactly like him, it was as if she is the female version of him but older. Marco removed his black shades as he looked up to the woman dressed in a simple gown but was adorned with jewelleries and a golden crown was wel
“ Because he is the heir to the throne and he needs the Queen's blessings.”“ She calls it blessing.” Eddy, the first prince snickered at her which made the queen red with fury, her hands curled tightly around the glass cup beside her ceramic plate. “ My son does not need your contaminated words.” Smash! The queen threw the cup on the floor as soon as her son spat out those words, Lydia jumped on her feet with a scream leaving that area immediately while Marco was simply enjoying his meal with a radiant smileEddy's lips curled up a bit, he enjoyed rilling the queen— seeing their mother flared her nostrils with her chest heaving very fast while glaring at her first son, did not bother the two princes.“ You know brother,” Eddy turned his attention to his little brother who was picking the green peas with his fork. “ you do need mother's contaminated words.” Marco spoke as he delicately took in the peas into his mouth, staring at his brother.“ Why do I need it ? Please tell me little b
“ As I said brother, there are things I would like to share but desperate people who are in need of tasty news are always around. So when you are interested in knowing, I will give you date and time. ” With that said, princess Lydia flipped her hair and her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she sauntered her way out of the hall with all eyes on her.“ Stacy. ” The queen called, her brown eyes still on her first son who looks disturbed; that made the corner of her upper lips raise slightly. Strange it is, how the table turned around. It was her now who is enjoying her child's misery. The lady who is sitting on the chair near to the one the princess sat down on, turned her big blue doe eyes to the queen—she looked extremely beautiful with her round face caked with a slight make up.The men on the table except the first prince drooled at the sight of the olive toned lady whose chestnut hair is stylishly packed in an updo, her modern gown was less revealing but the one shouldered purple
“ Where is him ?!” One of the superiors bellowed, his voice echoed around the meeting room. Miss Charles flinched at the intensity of the tone, all she wanted to do was to run out of this place and not stand before seven men.“ Erm...he...eh...” No tangible words seemed to forming. She dabbed her handkerchief on her forehead, wiping off her sweat. “ Do not stutter, Miss Charles. Talk to us, where is Chief John ? We need him here now.” The man in the middle, spoke in a gentle voice.Miss Charles swallowed her saliva, and forced a smile. “ He is in the toilet doing funny business. Just give him one hour, he will be here just as he promised.”[•]Hands curled around the iron bars of the small window, the only path of light rays and air for the frail man that stood in front of the window. All he could see was tall trees and nothing more.Buzz...The thin man in a blue baggy clothes, turned his head to the transparent door of his prison room. He dragged his hand on his bald head, scratchin
A soft melodious hum oozed out from Marco's mouth, as he walked out of the bathroom with a red short and his chest not covered with nothing. His steps flattered when he saw an empty bed, the IV stand on the floor and the sheets crumpled. “ Where is Patricia ?” Marco hastened his steps to the bed, bending down to check under the bed. It was absurd but it was done in the movies. His body turned ninety degree to look at the open door. “ Oh my...” A screaming voice came up. “ God.” He finished his statement, as he made his way outside not caring he was half naked.He traced the screaming voice to the castle's passage that was filled with Knights' statues. “ Jesus Christ!” Marco rubbed his eyebrows as if to ward off a headache.But this is truly an headache; Patricia being surrounded by guards that have every intention to kill her with the long barrel guns they were holding but they were being too careful because of beautiful Stacy who wore a see through night garment. Patricia wound he
“ Oh sweet Jesus!” Marco's fingers touched his parted lips, his other hand was on his hip. “ Just drop the knife and let's talk... privately.”Patricia tightened her arm the more, “ Let's talk here. I don't know you and you don't know me.”“ I know you.” Marco took a step closer.“ Stay back.” Patricia moved back, dragging Stacy along with her. “ Marco, please just back.” Stacy pleaded with tears streaming down. “ You better listen to your girlfriend.” Marco shook his head, waving his hands. “ Noo! She is not my girlfriend, you are my girlfriend. No sorry my fiancee.” Patricia's hands loosened around the lady's neck, Stacy took that opportunity to whisked away from her. Stacy held her neck, her chest rising up and down as she breathed heavily. “ Me ?” Patricia had an incredulous look while her hand was on her chest. “ That's impossible, I don't see myself getting engaged to any man and not someone like you.” She said, eyeing Marco with disgust.“ What'd you mean by a man like him
“ What was that woman thinking ? Marry the woman of her choice ? Ah.” Marco snorted like a pig, his hand tightened around Patricia's wrist. His feet stomping on the ground, mouth moved as grumbling words came out. “ Did she expect to be excited for choosing a wife ? A wife! She must be kidding! ”“ Hey!” Patricia shouted, and her feet stopped moving. Her breaths were bursting in and out when Marco turned to face her with his brows quirked.“ What's wrong dear ? You feel tired ?” His gaze stayed on her face, and his hands held both of her hands as he stood in front of her.“ Yes I am tired! Tired of hearing you half scream and half whine! Also tired of you dragging me like a rag doll. I am sure you were so abusive that you caused my accident.” Patricia continuously stabbing his chest with his finger as she spoke.“ Oh no no no...” Marco wagged his finger. “ You are the cause of your memory loss for going to meet that criminal without your support team. So don't you dare think I'm abu