Chapter 44

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Marco p.v.o

“I'm going up to freshen up, I reek of that bitch's blood. Be gone with your women before I come down.” I teased my dad and uncle, knowing fully that they can't do shit when it comes to those women.

They are practically whipped, and so am I. Complete head over heel for my woman, I think loving our women fiercely runs in the family.

“Try telling them yourself.” Uncle hissed at me, I laugh at the expression on their faces.

Making my way up the stair, I stopped when a maid was scurrying away, scared of my presence, obviously. She was petite, and looks fragile and naive. Maybe one of the older maid's daughter, recently introduced to the work.

“You.” I called out to her, freezing her into a statue. I saw her trembling, obviously thinking she had done something wrong.

“Turn around.” I instructed. She didn't move, trembling even further like I was holding a gun to her head. “Don't make me repeat myself.” I hissed, getting irritated.

I'm not a beast, I don't harm the innocent but with the reputation I've created, she must be terrified of me.

She snapped around like a whirlwind.

“What's your name.”

“Ele…. Elena.” She stuttered. I raised an eyebrow at her, which she can't see since she had her eyes cast down.

“Full name.”

“Elena Brown.” she answered.

Mrs. Brown daughter, thought as much. Mrs. Brown is one of my trusted maid, the head of the maids.

“Move Zoey's stuffs to my room. Ask the other maids to help you out, I want it done fast.” I ordered and left not wanting for a reply that will take an extra one minute for her to reply.

It's about time I claim my woman back fully, I'm done playing games with her.








Zoey p.o.v





The air around is tensed, and awkward. I was force to sit in the kitchen with Marco's Mom and Aunty Tricia, I was feeling uncomfortable, I want to be alone to process everything that happened in the brothel.

I still couldn't get over the fact that Marco could easily kill Angela, in a few years I might be next.

“Zoey, are you okay?” Aunt Tricia spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

“I'm fine.” I nod. Of course, I'm anything but fine, but I can't tell her that. Even if I tell them what happened at the brothel, they would think I'm unreasonable.

For one, I know the kind of business their family runs, and what they do. Secondly, since I was in a relationship with Marco, I must have known what to expect and not whining about it.

“You are not fine, Zoey. And don't think of lying to me, it's clear on your face.” Marco's mom said sternly. “I consider you my daughter, so I expect you to tell me if Marco does something.” She added softly, caressing my face tenderly.

“Thank you, Aunt, but I want to resolve it between ourselves.” I decline politely. I love Marco's mom, and when I was younger, I had wish she was my mom.

I love my mom to the moon and back, don't get me wrong.

“First of all, call me Mom, and that's clever of you dear.” Marco's mom said.

A small smile tugged at my lips, I hugged her, feeling the motherly warmth from her.

“Awwn, what a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law moment. I want some hug too.” Aunt Tricia purred and joined the embrace.

“Do you know what my mother-in-law told me when I first came to the family?” Mom said when we broke apart.

I shook my head, waiting for her to continue. I was curious of what she was going to say, it must be an encouragement to stay.

“You have to be prepared for anything, physically and mentally. There are dangers ahead, and you will be a target. So you have been alert and protect yourself.” She said and felt shivers raced down my body.

Of course, I know there are dangers lurking aroundin fact, I have witness first hand the dangers. But how much more there is.

“At first I had that same expression on your face too, I feared how I was going to overcome these dangers. But then I realized that together we stand as a solid pillar. Don't ever think that you are alone in this.” I felt a bit reassured by her words.

Nonetheless still very much shaken up.

“Alright, enough of all these scary talks, go freshen up and come down for lunch.” Aunt Tricia said.

I could only nod at her, while I stood up and made my way to my room.

I open the door and close it behind me, I jumped back in fright. I took in the figure beside my bed, who seem very much frightened too.

It's a girl, a brunette teenage girl. A maid, I assumed.

“What're you doing here?” I breathe out, my hand flew up to my thudding chest.

“Moving your stuff to master's room.” She answered quickly. That's when I noticed the two other maids in the room.

“What?” I barked. “Who asked you to do it.”

“Master.” She whimpered, obviously scared of getting into trouble.

“Stop it and leave my room.” I was being unreasonable towards them because they will definitely be at the receiving end of Marco's anger if they fail to do as he has instructed.

“We can't, it's master's order.” Another maid said pleadingly.

Immediately, I turned on my heels headed for Marco's room.

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