Zoey P. O. v
I stood before the door, unable to proceed any further. My heart pounding against my ribcage, I remained frozen in place, too scared to move an inch. It overwhelmed me with fear and uncertainty. The walk back to the mansion was an inner battle for me.
I’m much more terrified of delivering this unpleasant news to Marco. How do I even start? Not only that, but I could see the bond between him and Rebecca, and their friendship was unexplainable and unique. Something I wish I had.
I’m quite aware of how badly Marco will react, and I’m prepared to take consequences for my actions. He’s going to criticize me for this, a guilt I’m not about to deny.
It’s my fault that Rebecca got kidnapped, and I won’t avoid it.
Tears welled up in my eyes, the weight of what has happened weighed down on my shoulders. I can’t being to imagine the trauma this incident is going to cause her, fright, frightened by the unknown and what they have in store for her, which won’t be good.
This might end what’s left of the relationship between Marco and I, he will finally realize how much trouble I never cease to cause him, while on the other hand, the woman who risked everything to save him is in danger because of me. It clears he’s going to choose her over me, and I only have myself to blame for that.
I clenched my trembling fist, my knuckles turning white. Taking in a deep breath, I mustered the remaining courage left in me and proceeded inside.
I was greeted with deafening silence in the house, since it afternoon and Camilla and Isabella are still in school, while the works are in the garden tending to it.
I headed straight for Marco’s study. He’s always there whenever he’s home. For a moment, I hesitated. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I pushed the door open, revealing Marco, who stood with his back to me. His stare was fixed on the scenery outside, his fist was stuffed in the pocket of his suit pant.
It was silent between us. I see he’s aware of my presence.
“Marco.” My voice quivered when I spoke. “Rebecca…..” I tried to explain but was cut short.
“I know.” Marco stated, the sound of his tone was a blow to me. It was cold and dead, distant even, as if I was insignificant.
It was the first time he had used this tone on me. No matter how angry I had made him, his tone has always carried his tenderness, but today was different.
I could even feel the shift in him.
“I… I didn’t mean for it to happen.” I stuttered, my voice barely audible. “I’ll never want any harm Rebecca, if I had known this would happen…” I trailed off, not knowing how to explain that it wasn’t intentional.
I didn’t wish for this to happen, but Marco doesn’t seem to understand. He might be thinking the worst of me right now.
“Marco, I’m sorry, it’s my fault I know. If I did not insist on going out, Rebecca wouldn’t have been kidnapped, but you have to trust me, I did not know that this will happen.” At this point, my heart is sinking.
Why would Marco say anything, I secretly hoped he’ll trust me and reassure me that it was not my fault.
Marco suddenly turns around, breaking me from my inner turmoil, his eyes fixed on mine. Those sexy midnight orbs I fell in love with are now staring at me coldly, with cold steams coming out of them.
He stalked towards me like a predator stalking his prey, he stopped an inch in front of me.
His harsh breath fanned my face, I was tempted to step backward and escape his terrifying aura.
“Stay here.” He growled on my face, and stormed out, slamming the door after. I was stunned, not sure what else to do or say.
He blamed me for it.
I finally realized how much he cared about her, even if he loved me in the past, but now she is in his life and had played a huge role in it too.
Hours had passed since Marco sternly told me to wait in my room while he went after Rebecca’s captors. I had been pacing back and forth, my impatience growing with every passing minute. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of my restless footsteps.
As the minutes turned into hours, my anxiety grew stronger. I wondered what was taking Marco so long. Had he found Rebecca? Were they safe? The questions swirled in my mind, tormenting me with their uncertainty. I desperately needed some news, any announcement of their success.
Just when I thought I couldn’t bear the waiting any longer, Isabella burst into the room. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with worry. I could tell something was wrong.
“Isabella, what happened? Where’s Marco? Did he find Rebecca?” I bombarded her with questions, my speech trembling with fear.
Isabella took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Marco… he’s in the hospital,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart sank at her words. The room spun around me, and I had to grab onto the nearest chair for support. “What? How? What happened?” I stammered.
“He was shot,” Isabella replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. For a moment, my heart rate slowed down to a stop, and I felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs.
The room suddenly felt smaller and suffocating, my eyes watery.
“Matthew told me they shot him from behind. They took him down unaware.” Isabella continued. I gasped for more air to ease my burning throat.
I didn’t just land Rebecca in the enemy’s clutches, I also landed Marco in the emergency room.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of the news hit me. The thought was unbearable. He had risked everything to save Rebecca, and now he lay wounded in a hospital bed.
Isabella continued, her voice filled with determination. “The doctors are doing everything they can, but it’s touch and go. Matthew said he wants you by his side, that he has been calling out your name.”
“Please come with me. He needs you.” Nodding through my tears, I wiped them away and took a deep breath. I knew Isabella was right. If this is the one thing I can do for him, so be it.
“Let’s leave.” I urged, stumbling to the ground in the process of reaching the door. My feet hit the chair I had gripped onto for support earlier, causing my slump.
The sound of bones snapping and the piercing pain that shot through my arm, to me, I have twisted my wrist when I tried to stop my fall. My left knee screamed at me as I had scraped it on the floor, opening a wound on it.
“Zoey, are you okay?” Isabella came to my side, and lent me a hand, which I took and hastily stood up.
“I’m fine, let’s just go.” I ignored the aching in my fist and knee, only sensing the ache in my chest, pushing to go to Marco.