(Serena's POV)As the cold wind kisses my bare skin, a shiver runs down my spine. Since I'm wearing a strapless dress, revealing my bare neckline and shoulder, I took a sip of my wine. It helps to replace the coldness I'm feeling inside as the heat slowly gushes down my throat.It's been ten minutes since Gloria left me here on the terrace. And I couldn't see Marcus near my position. He must be having fun with his friends. His friends that I didn't get well along with. Marcus has friends who insult me face to face. Some were insulting my dignity by wanting me to spend a night with them. They think I'm a gold digger and a prostitute. I never open up this situation to Marcus because it's his friends. I don't want to this will cause their misunderstanding. Also, they're drunk while doing nasty things to me. Of course, I always protected myself from that perverts.Time goes by... But it's happening again. That's why I distance myself whenever Marcus's friends were around.Also, I'm used

(Serena's POV)I turned my gaze in Marcus's direction but... He's missing.'Don't trust him too much my dear' Frieda's statement echoed in my head.With a heavy breath, I run my hand through my hair. "Are you trying me, Marcus?"I was contemplating asking his friends about his whereabouts. I'm trying to keep my low profile, to avoid being thrown words from them.Ever since I've met them, I never received a warm welcome from them. They silently gave me raised brows, a side eye, and a scoff. I don't know why Marcus did not notice their silent rude behavior toward me. Or is he turning a blind eye?I almost jump off the floor, startled by the sudden fireworks made by Harold and the others. Are they nuts? It was past midnight and they were creating a buzz among the people who were resting silently. I sometimes wonder how Marcus made friends with these empty-headed beings. Well, not all of them it is.I finally came into my thought to look for Marcus. He must be inside the penthouse. My

(Serena's POV)I opened my eyes and looked up to see if he was awake when I felt the faint movement of his chest against my palm. He was undoubtedly awake. His wide-eyed with his agitated ocean-blue gaze.He quickly scantled the room. I kept quiet, allowing him to take everything in around him. His eyes only met mine after a brief period of silence, and as always, it sent sparks racing through my body. Did he calm down? My heart was racing while fidgeting with my fingers. I admit, I'm anxious about what words would come out of his mouth. It feels like it's happening again. By the time he threw the pictures of me with another man in a bed, the time when he deadly glared at me, the time when he divorced me harshly.Will he believe his eyes and not my words? Again? He took a glance at the bed before turning to face me once more. At his perplexed expression, I sigh. His eyes squinted as he noticed the fabric wrapped around his palm when he looked down at it. "You cut your palm and got

(Serena's POV)I was lifted from Marcus's lap in such a manner that I was facing him."Tell me what have you gone through Serena. Tell me. For the first three months after our di-- separation, you went missing. What happened mi amore?"How does he know? I was kidnapped for two days and went hiding for the rest of the months before decided to go along in my life and work at Lily's cafe.What if he gets to know the truth? Those monsters who molested me. Those monsters killed my inner soul.No... The truth must be buried in my heart for good."Nothing," I whispered. How painful a lie was this? These letters let my chest burdened."What?" He asked again.Okay Serena, if you want him to let go of this topic you need to be more stern."Nothing. If you have ever loved me, then don't push this topic." I rudely yelled in his face. As I stood up and made my way to the bathroom.After I closed the door, that's when I noticed that I was no more wearing a sweater but rather a pink colored nightgo

(Serena's POV)The rest of the day went without incident. I spent the majority of the day in my room and ignored Marcus. I can't help but return every sensual touch Marcus gives me when he gets closer. Am I sick?But my worries about Marcus are spreading inside of me. It was all my fault again. I turn his effort into ashes. My gaze kept flitting to the wall clock hanging on the wall and heaved a deep sigh. Time had passed by like a blur. It had left too quickly. I didn't enjoy how quiet the house was at all.Not one bit.Marcus was working his butts off at his office. What's the use of me here anyway? My presence here is not that significant in his life. I'd prefer to work at Lily's cafe--Right! I must give her a call.I dialed her number but she's not answering any of them. Is she busy? How's her cafe? I'm so damn worried about her. I wanted to ask permission to Marcus in visiting Los Angeles at Lily's cafe but I'm afraid he wouldn't let me. My train of thought was broken by a k