THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>An isolated estate_10:12pm<<
A man covered in blood and bleeding heavily leaped into Mr Liam's living room, he dropped on his knees and coughed a few times.
"How was it?" He asked, with his back facing the bloody man.
"Dealing with him wasn't an easy job, but we managed to shoot him thrice"
"Good"
Mr Liam turned around, frowned slightly as his eyes traced the bloodstain trailing from the door to the very spot where the bloody man knelt.
"That would teach him a lesson and he'd come back to his senses after recovering" he smirked. "Go and get treatment"
"Yes, sir" then the man leaped out.
Mr Liam slumped on a sofa, he tapped his thigh where Mr Bieber had shot the previous day.
"Justin,you're a talent I can't let go of" he said to himself.
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Steffany'S pov.
>>Bieber's Mansion, St.louis_10:30pm<<
I heard some people saying "you never realize the worth of what you've got until you lose it", I had never read too much into it or really tried to understand what it actually meant, not until today.
It's always been my strongest desire to divorce him, because I thought I can do without him since I have my own cafe and can cater for my needs, I felt I don't need him.
But I couldn't help but feel scared when I watched him passed out on me, I cried and fear of the unknown gripped me -in fact, I'm still shaking and very scared at the moment.
It's been hours, two hours to be precise, since the doctor has been attending to him and the doctor's assistant (I don't know if she's a nurse) has been coming out frequently to get something and go back in, but she wouldn't tell me anything, no matter how many times I ask her, neither did they let me enter the room.
"Why are we treating him at home? Shouldn't we take him to a hospital?" I asked rhetorically.
You can say I'm doubting the doctor's capability or whatever, because I'm not in concurrence of him getting treatment at home, I mean there aren't enough facilities here; most importantly, I'm not even sure if this doctor is a licensed doctor.
But then again, taking him to a hospital will cause so much trouble; too many questions.
"Steffany" I heard Divya called me, as she took slow steps towards me.
I turned away from her, making it very clear to her that I didn't wanna talk to her.
I'm not mad at her or anything, I'm just mad at myself for not paying too much attention to the things that needed my attention most. I mean, all the clues were there but I foolishly didn't connect the dots.
Divya's been strongly against my divorce with Justin, she'd constantly remind me of our undying love and encouraged me to be patient with him.
She's always reassuring me that there's definitely a reason behind Justin's actions; the words were clearly and boldly written on the wall, yet I couldn't read the handwriting.
"Don't worry, boss is gonna be fine, he's survived tougher situations than this" she comforted me, even though she knew I didn't wanna hear her voice at the moment.
"I don't talk to strangers" was all I said and walked away from her towards the closed door.
"That's what I am now? A stranger?" she asked.
I leaned against the wall and stayed silent, I wasn't ready to talk to her about her now.
Divya sighed, she leaned against the wall opposite me and cleared her throat softly.
"I know you don't wanna talk to me, you don't wanna hear me talk either, but trust me, our friendship is real"
I scoffed.
"I know you're feeling betrayed, but I didn't tell you about my involvement in your husband gang because he hasn't tell you the truth about himself yet" she paused. "I'm sorry"
I still didn't respond.
"Initially, I was sent to be your undercover bodyguard, but I fell in love with your free spirit and decided to genuinely be friends with you" she explained even though I didn't ask.
It seemed like she already knew the questions I'd ask, so, she's answering them in advance.
"I swear on my life, Steffany, our friendship is real and I won't trade it for anything in the world..."
"Can we stop talking about this for now?" I cut him. "My husband's safety is my top priority for now"
She sighed and nodded.
"And why is it fuçking taking so long!" I growled as I kicked the wall, but hissed quietly in pain.
"Calm down, boss is gonna be fine"
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>>Few Minutes Later<<
I rested my forehead on the wall, tapping my fingers on the wall and tapping my feet on the ground.
The creaked open and the doctor stepped out, her assistant also stepped out carrying a tray of white cloths, which has turned red and wools soaked in blood.
"Whose blood is that?" was the first question I asked, even the answer is obvious and I know very clearly whose blood it was.
The doctor took off her nose mask and gloves, her eyes trailed down my body, then settled on my pants that were soaked in blood.
I wasn't shot nor did I sustain any injuries, but my pants was soaked in blood because Justin's head was resting on my laps when he had passed out in the car.
She sighed, smiled and shook her head at my frightened expression.
"Stop scaring yourself, Mrs Bieber, your husband's condition isn't as serious as you're thinking" she said.
"Then how do you explain the blood?" I asked.
"Mr Bieber is a very healthy man, so it's normal he's got a lot of blood" she paused, tilted her head slightly and pouted her mouth. "I think he can donate two litres of blood in his state and still be ok" she attempted to crack a joke to lighten up my mood, but unfortunately I didn't find her joke funny at that time.
She sighed and reached out her hand for a handshake.
"I'm doctor Mabel, the gang's doctor" she introduced herself properly.
I accepted her hand.
"I'm Steffany Bieber,how's my husband's doing?" I tried to take a peek, but sadly Justin wasn't in my line of sight.
"Mr Bieber is fine" she replied with a smile.
My mind flashed back to the bullet that hit his back earlier, my eyes grew wide in fear as different scenarios played in my head; like what if the bullet touched his spinal cord, wouldn't that make him a cripple man?
I was about to asking doctor Mabel about it, but she shook her head as if she already knew what I was about to ask.
"None of the bullets hit any of his vital organs"
"Phew!" I sighed. "Thank goodness" I breathe out in great relief.
"I injected him some sedatives and he's currently sleeping, he'd wake by tomorrow morning"
"Tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, I discovered he's been under a lot of pressure recently and haven't been getting enough sleep..."
It's been truly hard on him all these years, I wasn't attentive enough to notice his worries and that's my biggest fault.
"... I have prescribed some drugs for him, he'd be fine after taking the drugs" she said handing me some drugs.
I snatched the drugs from her and rushed into the room, thinking I'd see Justin's leg in a cast or hanging up on something. But I sighed in relief immediately my eyes landed on Justin, and I realized I was truly just scaring myself.
His leg wasn't in a cast or hanging up as I had imagined, he seemed to be breathing fine on his own and wasn't on life support machine of any sort.
Thank God for that!
I moved closer to his side, there was a armchair next to his bedside and I sat on it. I leaned closer to him and planted a lingering kiss on his forehead, then reached for his hand and held it tightly.
He was sleeping so peacefully as Mabel told me.
"Baby, I'm sorry" I apologized.
Even though I knew he's deeply asleep and could hardly hear me, or might not even hear me.
"I was a fool to doubt you, I'm a very big fool" I cried.
I heard the door creaked open, someone walked in and I knew it's Divya even without turning around to check, because Julius was also receiving treatment in one of the guestrooms.
"Steffany, you... you should wash up and get some rest too" she said quietly.
Wash up?
I shook my head in disagreement, my husband's still sleeping and I can't leave him by himself.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"I just wanna be with him alone" I replied, ignoring her question.
She sighed and excused herself. I watched Justin's face for a long until I didn't realize when I fell asleep too.
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THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>The Next Morning_Chicago<<
"... according to a reliable source, famous singer; Justin Bieber was ruthlessly shot by some unknown gunmen last night on his way coming back from a date with his mysterious wife, he disappeared mysteriously after the attack leaving his wife behind, and his whereabouts has remained unknown at the moment. His wife Audrey...."
Ken tuned the reporter off when the camera rolled over to Audrey who was crying bitterly, he quickly reached for his phone and scrolled through it for a few moments until he came across Steffany's number and quickly dialed it.
He waited impatiently for her to pick up, but his calls went straight to voicemail, he tried a few more times but still couldn't get through.
"Are you ok?" his fiancee asked, when she noticed his worried expression.
"I.. this is related to my client" he nodded towards the tv.
"Your client? Steffany?"
"Yeah"
Pamela turned her gaze back to the tv with a slight frown, but she gasped quietly when she realized something.
"Don't tell me she's related to Justin, maybe her husband?"
Ken nodded.
"He's her husband"
"The one she wanted to divorce?" she asked again.
"Yes"
Pamela was awestruck as she couldn't move her gaze from the tv, she replayed the incident with the reporters and paparazzi outside Steffany's cafe, she nodded in admiration and her respect for Steffany increased.
"I'm wondering if Steffany knows about this, and how's she faring if she already know" Ken said still redialing Steffany's number.
"Hold on, why is Audrey claiming to be Justin's wife then?" Pamela questioned herself.
Ken on the other hand decided to text Steffany instead.
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Steffany'S pov.
I was walking down a very busy street, but in blinking of an eye I found myself in a cemetery, then my ears pricked up as I heard people wailing miserably and weeping so bitterly.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked around but found no one around, then I heard people talking, their voices sounded so near but I couldn't see them around.
"He was a good man"
"He didn't deserve to die"
"He didn't even have a child to carry on his name"
"What's gonna become of his wife and unborn baby"
Who died?
Judging from the way they were talking about the deceased, I can tell they were so pained. So, I decided to trace the voices and ask who they're talking about.
I have walked for a long distance, but still haven't found them.
It seemed as if the farther I walked, the clearer their voices but strangely I can't reach them.
As if I was in a movie and someone just pressed the forward button, I found myself standing in front of a grave and some people were weeping in front of it. Then I recognized their voices, it's their voices I've been hearing.
I tilted my head and tried to catch the name written on the tombstone, I shivered as cold breeze blew past me, my eyes grew wide, my body started shaking and I lost my balance and staggered back slightly when my eyes zeroed on the name.
Justin Bieber, 03/07/1991- 15/08/2020.
Is this reality or a nightmare? How's this possible? Didn't doctor Mabel strongly assured me that Justin's fine? Why am I seeing his name on a tombstone?
I couldn't control myself anymore, my legs failed me and I fell on my knees and joined the women in wailing, whipping myself on the ground and begging Justin to come back to me.
I continued weeping until...
"My heart" I heard someone calling me softly.
At first I didn't listen clearly and continued crying, but then I reprocessed the two words and stopped crying abruptly.
My heart? Nobody calls me that apart from Justin. I sprang up and started looking around for him, but then I heard a loud grunt and snapped my eyes open.
"Ow! Careful, my heart, you made me almost bite off my tongue" Justin grumbled as he rubbed his chin, I guess I just bumped my head against his chin.
Wait, JUSTIN?! He's not dead, that was just a dream. I reached forward and pinched his right arm, his eyes widened as he hissed quietly and slapped my hand away.
"I'm the one you're pinching, my heartbeat" he said, not knowing I purposely did it.
"MY HUSBAND IS AWAKE!" I shouted in excitement.
And without thinking about his wounds, I quickly pulled him into a very tight, bone crushing hug and cried on his shoulder.
"You're awake! You're awake! You're awake!" I chanted happily.
"Ouch, ouch, my shoulder" Justin groaned.
I quickly let go of him and pulled away. I'm very happy that I couldn't even express my joy, I mean, I just had a very scary dream about my husband -thankfully it's just a dream.
"Are you ok? Are you feeling pains anywhere? Are you feeling any form of dizziness? Are you hungry?" I bombarded him with questions.
He stared at my face and burst into laughter.
"I have eaten" he answered, pointing towards some plates.
"Oh"
He laughed again.
"I'm fine"
"What about your drugs? Have you taken them?"
"Yes, Mrs Bieber"
I blushed when he called me Mrs Bieber, he reached for my hand and planted a kiss on my knuckles.
"Feed me some fruits" he said.
"Hm" I hummed and reached for a plate of sliced fruits on the bedside table, and started feeding him.
"Mm mm, so sweet" he closed his eyes to prove his words.
Divya walked in at that moment, she cleared her throat to notify us of her presence and gave me a smile that say 'i told you he'd be fine' before she started stating her business.
"Mr Bieber, the press has known about your accident" Divya reported to Justin.
The press know? Isn't that gonna cause Justin more troubles?
I was panicking, but looking at Justin's calm demeanour made me wonder if being a Mafia lord is now a legal thing in the country.
"They didn't find anything after their investigation, so they concluded it's a random gun men attack and here's the video of the interview they had with Audrey Morgan" she said and handed an iPad to him.
Why would they interview Audrey Morgan?
".. here's the interview we had with Mrs Bieber, popularly known by her stage name,Audrey morgan"
I looked up at Justin and gave him a 'really?' look, he shook his head in denial and though I believe him, but I couldn't help the fat, ugly man sitting on my chest (jealousy). I dumped the fruits on his laps and sprang up.
"W-what's wrong?" he asked in a small stutter.
"I just realized I'm the mistress!" I snapped at him and walked out of the room, pretending to be angry.
But I heard him scolding Divya and telling her never to show him such videos when I'm around, before I was out of hearing.