THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Bieber's Mansion<<
"Please take care of her for me" Mr Bieber said as he tucked his wife in bed.
He had just finished helping her take a warm bathe, and helped her change into comfy nightwear.
"Aren't you gonna stay and watch over her?" Divya asked.
Justin shook his head.
"No, I can't stay because I must see NORMAN before 7am tomorrow" he replied. "Staying the night would spoil the surprise I have for her tomorrow"
"Another surprise?" he nodded, but Divya scoffed. "Mind If I remind you that your surprise tonight didn't please her at all?"
He smiled.
"I'm sure she'd love my surprise this time, I've made up my mind and I'm finally moving back tomorrow"
Divya's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?!" she screamed, but quickly slammed her hand over her mouth when Steffany groaned sleepily.
"Yes, it's time I start being her husband again"
Divya broke into a wide, satisfied smile, she jumped happily and clapped her hands quietly.
He pulled the duvet up to her chest, leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"Don't let her know I brought her back" he caressed her cheeks.
Divya nodded, he kissed her once more, but on her cheek this time and rushed off.
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Steffany'S pov.
>>The Next Morning<<
"Ow!" I grunted as I sat up and leaned back on the headboard.
My vision blurred as I had just woke up, I pushed my hair off my face and started massaging my temples, to numb the severe headache I'm suffering from right now.
"My head's killing me" I grumbled, and heard a scoff which made me jumped in fright.
I turned and saw Divya standing by the door, with her body leaning on the frame and her arms folded on her chest as she glared at me.
"You're finally awake" she said.
Finally awake? Does that mean I slept past noon already? What about my cafe?!
My eyes alarmingly shifted to my alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, but I heaved a sigh of great relief when I saw it's just 6:40am. I patted my chest and help myself adjust my breath.
Then I saw a glass of water and a sachet of aspirin on the bedside table, I mentally thanked God before reaching for them and hurriedly gulped down the aspirin.
"We were both wasted last night, right?" I asked Divya.
I can't seem to recall what happened last night, I only recall going to the karaoke and that's all, I don't have even the slightest memory of what happened after I was drunk.
"We weren't both wasted, it was just you, darling" she corrected me.
"Oh"
"Yeah" she lifted herself off the frame and walked towards me.
"Then.. how did I get back?" I asked again.
"Of course, I had to carry your overweighted body all the way back!" she answered.
I looked down at myself and started poking my cheek when she said I'm overweight, I pouted my lips but quickly broke into a wide, goofy grin.
"That's why we're best friends" I said and grabbed her right arm when she's closer, then pulled her for a hug.
"Yeah, yeah" I replied, patting my back and I know she's rolling her eyes while doing that.
I kissed her cheek and pulled away from the hug.
"You know I love you, right?"
"And you know I'm not Justin" she replied.
Eeww,Gross!!!
She cringed her face and I laughed.
"Come on, freshen up and come down for breakfast" she told me. "Or we're gonna be late for work" she added, referring to my cafe.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied and jumped off my bed and dashed into the bathroom, leaving Divya to help me rearrange my bed.
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Breakfast was brief, because Divya wouldn't stop teasing me about last night. Now we're both ready to go to the cafe.
"Bye, Mrs Madison" we both waved Mrs Madison and headed for the door.
We froze immediately we opened the door and saw Ken, he's about ringing the doorbell. He smiled.
"Good morning, beautiful ladies" he greeted us.
"Good morning" Divya answered grumpily and stormed towards the gate, leaving Ken feeling confused at her attitude.
"Uh.. I guess she's never gonna like me" he said.
I laughed, but shook my head in disagreement, people like them who hate each other always have some kind of connection between them.
"She might" I replied, then stepped out and we headed towards the gate too. "So, how was your pre-wedding photoshoot?" I asked with a bright smile.
He cleared his throat and pushed his hair back, making him a little bit feminine.
"There wasn't any photoshoot"
"There wasn't? Why? Your fiancee rescheduled?"
"No, she..." he paused and I raised my brows. "We broke up"
My legs stayed rooted in their spot immediately he said that, I blinked a few times as I tried to process his words.
"You broke up?" he nodded. "Why?"
"It's a long story" he said.
"I have all the time in the world, but can't you make it short?"
He stared at me for a moment, as though he's contemplating, then he shook his head.
"I don't wanna talk about it" he said quietly.
I wanted to force it out of him, but I decided against, he's gonna tell me when he's ready. I sighed.
"It's fine, you guys might make up soon" I consoled him.
He simply smiled and shrugged.
"I know you're dropping us off, but can we hurry up?" Divya shouted from Ken's car. "Time is money" she added.
I rolled my eyes, she's depending on his service or should I call it help, yet she's being rude and unappreciative -typical Divya.
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THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>NORMAN'S RECORD LABEL<<
Every female staff of Norman's record label abruptly stopped whatever they were doing, and wholly gave their attention to Mr Bieber as he walked into the building, they could tear their dreamy eyes away from him as he walked pass their desks.
"Awwn"
"He's so hot"
"I can't believe he's married"
"His wife must be one lucky woman"
"I'd do anything to get him in bed and be his baby's mama"
These were words echoing in the office, Mr Bieber heard them but ignored them, he'd only smile, wink or wave at the few that met his gaze.
"A paparazzo spotted you and Mrs Bieber leaving the karaoke last night..." Julius reported as he rushed after his boss, as they approached an elevator.
He scrolled through his phone for a few seconds and handed to Mr Bieber,who collected it and stared at the screen with a frown, but soon grinned widely.
"... It's been causing so much traffic on the internet, and many people are questioning if Mrs Bieber is your mysterious wife, or just one of your flings..."
Mr Bieber shook his head at the last word Julius just said 'flings'.
"Ignorant people" he muttered and continued staring at the screen.
"...should we take them down?" Julius asked.
Mr Bieber's eyes landed on a photo where he carried his wife in a bridal style, he smiled and nodded in satisfaction as he showed it to Julius.
"Nice shot, he's a good photographer" he said, ignoring Julius's earlier question.
His eyes sparkled when they landed on another photo where he held Ken's shoulder, he recalled he was asking Ken to hand his wife over and he couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"I look so cool and domineering in this photo" he tilted his head and nodded slowly. "Yeah, this is so me" he added, trying to make the same pose again.
"Mr Bieber, should we take these photos down?" Julius asked again.
Mr Bieber raised his head, his smile wiped off and he narrowed his eyes at Julius..
"Can't you see how cool I look in these photos? How can you take down these beautiful photos?" he grinned. "Let them be, my wife and I haven't photographed together for a very long time"
"Then what should we do about Mrs Bieber?
Dave called this morning, he said reporters and paparazzi has surrounded Mrs Bieber's cafe"
"What?" the elevator stopped at their destination. "I didn't revealed Steffany blast night, who's the bastard that tipped them off?" he growled
"We don't know yet"
"Shît!" he cursed. "Get some men to keep them from disturbing her business"
"Yes, sir"
They stepped out of the elevator and headed towards an office, Julius knocked on the door, he heard a faint come in and pushed the door open, but stepped aside and let Mr Bieber enter, then shut the door and stayed outside.
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Mr Bieber has been playing games on his phone since he entered the office, fifteen minutes ago and Mr Pedro was just glaring daggers at him, he's becoming tired of Mr Bieber's 'I don't care' behavior.
"Did you come to my office to play games, Justin?" he asked when he couldn't bear to keep the silence anymore.
"It depends on what you want,Norman, do you want to continue watching me play games?" Mr Bieber asked back.
Mr Pedro gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eyes, speechlessly.
"What was that stunt you pulled on stage last night? Why did you tell everyone you're married? Do you know how many fans you would lose because of your marriage?"
He turned his computer towards Mr Bieber, but he (Mr Bieber) didn't stop his game to even take a glance at the screen, which seemed to infuriate Mr Pedro more and he banged on the table.
"Can you be serious with me here?"
Mr Bieber paused, he slowly raised his head and raised his left eyebrow at Mr Pedro, Mr Pedro adjusted on his chair and gulped nervously.
"You wanna be serious?" Mr Bieber also adjusted himself, crossed his legs and looked more like a CEO now. "You and I both know you don't give a fuçk how many fans I gain or lose" he narrowed his eyes. "You're just scared that my marriage will ruin my reputation in the underworld, correct?"
Mr Pedro shifted his gaze away from Mr Bieber's, he got off his chair and adjusted his suit as he walked towards the window.
"Justin, I spent years making you the most feared and respected lord of the underworld, but you've ruined everything after making that announcement"
"I didn't mention her name"
"And you think they won't find her, because you didn't mention her name?" he scoffed. "You've officially let them know you have a weakness, they might not make a move now but they will very soon"
Mr Bieber stood up, he shoved his phone in his jacket pocket and put his hands in his pants pocket.
"I don't care anymore, my wife was getting impatient and she's gonna divorce me if I didn't make that move" Mr Bieber sighed. "I can't lose her for anything, I quit!"
"You quit? What do you mean?"
"It seems like I didn't make myself clear enough, I should make it clear" he rounded the table and walked closer to Mr Pedro. "I don't need the gang anymore, because they aren't even helping me get what I'm searching for, I don't wanna be their lord anymore and I wanna be a lone wolf from now onwards!"
"You can't quit, the big boss won't let you..."
"Let him come to me directly and I'll repeat these words to his face!" that being said, Mr Bieber stormed towards the door, without waiting for Mr Pedro to say another word.
Julius who was leaning against the wall outside the office, quickly rushed after Mr Bieber immediately he stepped out and shut the door in a bang.
"Mr Bie..."
"Make a post on my Instagram account, I quit Norman's record label"
"Huh?"
"Now!!" he bellowed, making Julius's phone slip off his hands in fright.
"Yes, sir"
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Steffany'S pov.
>>S&J Coffee and Ice Cream cafe<<
"Thanks, Ken" I thanked Ken as he stopped outside my cafe and made to alight his car.
But I stopped abruptly and fell back on my seat, when Divya suddenly let out a loud curse from the backseat, both Ken and I turned our heads towards her to check if she was ok.
"What's wrong?" we both asked at once.
"Look" she pointed out the window.
I took a look and cursed loudly too, some men dressed in black suits and sunglasses surrounded my cafe. I did a quick count and realized they're 20 in number.
I was kinda confused for a moment, wondering where they came from? And why they were surrounding my cafe?
Then my eyes landed on someone I'm familiar with, he's one of Justin's men and Justin mostly send him to give me tickets to his concerts, that's when I realized they're all Justin's men.
But why are they standing outside my cafe this morning? Or did Justin finally decided to pay me a visit? But wouldn't have so many of his bodyguards here draw people's attention?
"Hey, I think the paparazzi and reporters are here too" Ken said, pointing at some group of people who were holding cameras, and snapping any and everything that come in their sight.
What are they doing here? Luckily we're at the other side of the road, hence they can't see me unless I step out of the car.
"Isn't that Audrey morgan?" Divya asked as she stared at a particular girl, but sadly she's backing us and I couldn't see his face.
"How did you know she's Audrey Morgan?" I asked her.
"Look" she pointed at Audrey's shoulder. "That tattoo, it's customized and only Audrey has it"
As if to prove Divya's words, the girl turned around and I realized it's the same dumbo that came to my cafe last night.
But why did she bring paparazzi and reporters to my cafe? What is she trying to do?