Marcus' POV
I woke up from the nightmare that had been hovering over me for the past several years. I kept seeing her every day. A daily reminder that I failed her.
Her death could have been as beautiful as lying soundly on her deathbed, holding both Aidan's and I's hands. Instead, she made her death painful, her body lying the her floor.
It was all because of me. I caused that kind of death, and now I had to make up for it. It had to be done. She needed to rest in peace.
My bed was king-sized and I didn't use it effectively yesterday because of that darn woman. I had only lied on it for three hours and now I had to leave it.
To think I'd be dumb enough to give her freedom without taking precautions for the safety of my plans was a dumb thought of her if you ask me. Did she think she could get out that easily?
A satisfying smirk left my lips every time I remembered what she looked like. Desperate to see her mother.
If only she knew.
This was the beginning of the end. That was not all. More was to come. And I was planning to enjoy it all the way.
And that marshal or whatever his name is, had the secret been revealed, I swear I would have put him in a fire pit of five thousand degrees worse than hell.
I had important deals to take care of and I didn't have time to waste today.
Today was going to be a big day indeed not just because of the works, but because of the big event ahead. I was finally going to marry her. The beginning of my sweet attempt to make my mother rest in peace.
I stepped into my office first. The air seemed to tense like the very atmosphere recognized my presence. My eyes swept across the line of people outside, all waiting for a mere glimpse of my attention.
It was expected – I was Marcus Del Monte, a name synonymous with power, a force to be reckoned with. As I walked past them, their eyes followed me, half in awe and half in fear.
Safely got inside, I sat on my chair and started surveying the files spread across my desk. They were a mess, a glaring testament to incompetence.
My fingers drummed impatiently as anger coiled within me like a predator ready to strike. With a cold glare, I summoned my secretary.
"What is this?" I growled, flicking my hand dismissively at the disorganized mess. "A child could arrange these files better."
The secretary, a timid woman who seemed to shrink under my gaze, stammered an apology, her voice shaking. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I'll ensure it's taken care of."
My patience had worn thin, a mere wisp of smoke in the wind. "You know what? I've had enough," I snapped, my tone a lash of venom. "This worker, Hugo, tell him he's fired,"
She hesitated as if hoping for a reprieve, but the fire in my eyes was unrelenting. With a hasty nod, she scurried away, her dismissal sealed.
Just as I expected the moment to be free of disruptions, she returned, her voice meek. "Mr. Del Monte, I have a proposition."
I leaned back, my annoyance barely masked. "Well? Spill it out."
"It's the airport deal you've been looking into. They've already started to look for additional shareholders to fund the project,"
"Did they say what's in for investors?" My fingers tapped rhythmically on my desk.
"The investors are offering a significant percentage of the shares to potential partners. The airport's strategic location and projected growth could result in substantial profits."
"Get me in touch with these investors," I commanded, my voice dripping with confidence.
"I want to become one of the most powerful shareholders in this project. Let's see how they handle my involvement."
She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of respect and fear. As she left, I leaned back in my chair, a smile curling my lips. The air had shifted once again – not one of arrogance, but of calculated determination.
The game was afoot, and I was determined to show the world that I, Marcus Del Monte, would not be overshadowed by anyone.
Now that I am done with what I came here to do today, how about I go shopping for my wedding? I've only got a few hours left. A smirk of excitement hovers over my face as I get up from my chair and storm out of my office.
Let's prepare for my bride.
Camilla's POV
( the previous day)
If only I had two functioning kidneys. Too bad I only had one stable kidney. Another condition that led me to where I am right now. Now the dresses were here, looking like they came from the best designers.
"Which one do you like most? Although I must admit, I would give anything to wear any one of these," She kept giggling. Did she know what she was talking about? Did she know the power of the word, anything?
"Whatever you choose, I will wear it," The least I could do was give her a moment she might never experience, "And take one of them, any of them. your choice,"
"Ma'am. Are you sure?" Her voice rose in pitch, her enthusiasm reaching new heights.
I could only imagine how she pictured all the wonderful moments she would have in this beautiful dress. At least someone was happy because of what I did.
It's the night before the wedding. God! I can't believe it's the night before my wedding. Alone in my hotel room. The day I thought I'd be sleeping with mother inside my room.
Memories of Pablo keep flooding inside my mind like an unstoppable tide. Each memory was a vivid scene playing before my eyes, and my heart couldn't help but ache at the thought of what I was about to lose.
I closed my eyes, and there he was, standing by the shore, the soft sand beneath our feet and the waves crashing gently against the rocks. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking canvas for our love to unfold.
Pablo reached out his hand, and I took it willingly, feeling the warmth of his touch send shivers down my spine.
We strolled along the water's edge, the cool ocean breeze tousling our hair. Laughter echoed through the air as we splashed water playfully, the pure joy of the moment etched in our smiles.
Another memory appeared like a flickering film, this time in the cosiness of a coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and we sat across from each other, our hands clasped together.
We talked for hours, sharing dreams, fears, and everything in between. It was in those moments that I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.
As I opened my eyes, the room seemed to blur as tears welled up. These memories were precious, cherished fragments of a love that I was on the verge of losing forever.
Each promise we made to each other lingered inside my bead. The things we promised each other we would do when we got married.
" The cenote. That's the adventure we will do only when we get married," We were sitting under the tree, the view of the ocean vivid in our eyes.
"But that's the place I'm eager to visit the most,". I cried.
" Then you must also be eager to marry me," His smile was brighter than the skies and the ocean.
All the memories lead to the one moment. The last time we saw each other. His sad eyes. His hand holding onto mine. It's as if he felt something would happen. Like he knew I would not be able to keep my promise.
The emotions swirled within me, a symphony of sadness, anger, and regret.
No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I could do it, I knew I could not. Something that forced my legs to get me out of the bed and step outside the door of my hotel room.
I am going to find my mother.