Raymond's POV I stood there seethed in discomfort as they threw a barrage of different questions at me.“You are meant to protect and keep watch over her”For fuck sake, Raymond, you're her fucking husband!” Ralph barked, visibly irritated by my silence.“I saw her before I met the anonymous lady, where had she gone?” I answered as a look of puzzlement crossed my face.“Are you dumb?” She’s not here, in what other house does she live? My father's voice broke, interrupting my thoughts.“I had a glimpse of her before going out to meet someone,” I muttered, different questions swirling in my mind.“Is that all the information you can provide Raymond?” Ralph snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes at me.I ignored his sarcastic comments and my grip tightened around my phone as I dialed her number, again and again, frustration mounting as each call went unanswered.“Where the fuck could she be?” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “The cops are on it. I've contact

Raymond's POV“Has anyone seen my shaving cream?” I asked, yanking the door to my room and walking in.My eyes scanned the dark room in search of any form of life but found none. The room was a dark one, poorly illuminated by a single candle Stick.“What the hell happened to the light?” I whispered as I reached for the switch and turned it on. The blinding rays of the light rushed to my eyes and squinted, allowing my pupils to get accustomed to the rays.In the corners of the room, Elena was seated. She was lost in thoughts as her gaze focused on her reflection in the curved mirrors.“Elena?” I called out with surprise etched all over my face. Unfortunately, my voice was met with no response. Tears strolled down her cheeks, falling effortlessly without restraint.I Couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, an issue she chose to bury within the walls of her heart.She hadn't spoken a word concerning her sudden disappearance, could it be that she was trau

Elena's POV“What’s wrong with him?” I muttered, furrowing my brows.The reaction Raymond dished out when I got here left me puzzled.I whirled around and looked at Alana as she stood up with a sigh, her dress cascading down her legs like a waterfall. “Are you okay?” I asked, concern lacing in my voice as I walked over to her.“I think,” Alana replied, her voice barely audible. without so much as a glance backward She walked towards the door, her hand gripping the doorknob as she threw the door open and slammed it behind her. “What’s wrong with her?” I sighed and walked over to Raymond who was already seated, notifying him of the files she left on my makeup cabinet.The day dragged on, each hour another weight on my shoulders, dragging me towards exhaustion.“Can this day get any worse?” I murmured under my breath as I bit my lips, feigning a plastic smile for the camera, a mask to cover my weariness.Finally, the time for the company's dismissal came knocking.

Elena's POV“Raymond, I think someone wants to meet you, ” I whispered as I watched the lady place her hand on his shoulder.Raymond caught a glimpse of the strange lady with a subtle A smile curled up his lips as he stood up, his eyes locking with the lady's eyes.“Emily,” he greeted, extending his hand for a handshake.Surprisingly, Emily waved away his offered handshake and spread her arms, in a welcoming gesture, foran embrace.“Elena, meet an old friend Emily, Emily…” Before he could finish his introduction, Emily cut in.“Old friend?” she scoffed, her eyes rolling as she walked close to me. “You are indeed a terrible liar.”“Emily, what do you want?” a hint of seriousness in Raymond's voice.Emily simply ignored him and looked me in the eye, a mirthful chuckle escaping her lips.“Sorry to interrupt your date,” she said, her attention on me., “ But I couldn't resist. You're his wife, aren't you?” she asked, raising her brow.I straightened my posture,

Elena's POVThe director's piercing voice cut through the air as I strolled down the red carpet. "Wrong! Wrong! You’re doing the steps all wrong!"The words reverberated in my head, as I mumbled an apology, "I... I'm sorry, can we try again?" My voice was shaking with nervousness.His words were like daggers in my heart as he snapped, “This is fucking wrong! Can't you do anything right?"Bowing my head in shame, I muttered, "I'll try my best, sir." My voice was barely audible.“Your best isn't good enough,“ he sneered.Just then, the door flung open revealing Jeff Noah's face as he strode him, the strong scent of cologne from his fabric, dominating the air.“Elena of the Laurence family?” His voice boomed with authority as he approached.Head still bowed, I whispered“Yes, sir, I am.” He closed his distance between us,“You don't look well,” concern etched in his voice. “Anything wrong?” he asked. I raised my face, replacing my grim look with a plastic sm