Haze's POV

I tiredly walked inside the mansion and Storm came in after me with a lot of bags. As I slumped down on the couch, a few of the servants looked at Storm with a shocked face. They rushed immediately to him and helped him by getting bags from them.

Well it's not my fault he's holding over fifteen bags in his hands, he was the one who asked me buy something, when I said I don't want to and when I started he was also the one to carry them.

I hold my hand to him and he happily walked to me and laid on the couch and leaned on me. He groaned and I chuckled at him. He was tired.

Today we went to roam around paris and have fun. We clicked many photos and aye so many things, I also bought many things, though half of them are for me because Storm bought them.

"Are you tired?" I asked him with a smile.

"I walked so much today. " he groaned snuggling into my arms and closed his eyes.

"not my fault you wanted buy everything in the paris for me. You didn't even think twice. "

"showcasing my love to you. " he said with a goofy smile and I pinched his nose.

"who said showing love means buying whatever is on the rack. " I said scolding him but he pulled my hand away from his nose while looking at me with a serious face.

"If it means you'll stay with me and you'll be happy, I'm ready to do anything. Anything for you. " Our eyes met and there was this seriousness in his voice and a strange emotion, making me want to just hold him and tell I'm not leaving him ever, that I'll stay with him, that I'll be his and his forever.

I felt content with his words.

My heart was starting to beat rapidly as he looked at me and out faces got closer. He closed his eyes and I smiled sheepishly while taking the pillow and hitting his face lightly.

"Stop making these comments without warning. "

"but you love them. "

He was right I love them, but a part of me was uncomfortable. I brushed it and got up from the couch. Still smiling I walked to our room and got my clothes out to go to the shower.

After the shower, I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist and one in my hand that I was using to dry my hair. I noticed a pair clothes we just bought, placed neatly on the bed. With them was a note.

' lets go on a long drive.

-❤'

I smiled at the clothes and wore them after drying myself. Placing the towels not so neatly over the chair in the room, I rushed to comb my hair and ran my fingers through them messily.

Then came a knock on the door and I ran to it. I opened the door for Storm, he had already changed and let him in. I did took a long, very long shower, but damn, he look too fucking. Shhhh, control.

He raised a brow to assess me and sucked his bottom lip from the side.

" Go back and change. "

"what!? Why?" I asked with a pout because I really like these clothes. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear it. He then turned to face me with his eyes looking in my eyes, intimidatingly.

Did I do something wrong?

Are these clothes not looking good on me? I doubt that.

"You look too much beautiful, don't want anyone look at what's mine. "

A smile covered my face and reached my hand to pinch his cheek.

"I'm your?"

"yes. "

"then what are you afraid of? Let's go!" I told him and kissed his cheek walking out of the room. Then I turned again to go into my room.

"what happened?"

"forgot my shoes. " I said with a low tone but heard him chuckle as he walked away, making me rush to my room and get my shoes and I followed him with shoes in my hand. "Wait for me. "

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Third person's POV

Martha paced in her office room with a cigarette in her hand and scroll on her face. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and the ashtray was filled. Her eyes occasionally looking at door again and again. She hadn't even sleep well for a few days.

Her man still were not able to find out the recent location of her son and she was loosing her sanity.

"I won't let you have him. "

"You can't stop this?" she heard and turned to see the woman she hates the most.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed in anger as she walked to her and her angry eyes glaring at the figure. "you're dead. Stop playing with my mind now "

"funny. Isn't it? " The woman spoke as she moved in her light blue dress to the chair and sat in it. " First your brother came after me, then your husband and after you killed me. My son has taken control over your son. Guess everyone around you wants to leave you for-- me. "

"Shut the hell up! " Martha screamed in frustration after being faced to the truth and her face became ugly in rage. " I know what you did. You seduced my brother to take his property and wealth, but then he died. So you thought about going after my husband. "

Martha screamed at her while pointing her finger at herself.

" like you ever treated him like your husband. You married him for the same reason I married your brother. Wealth and property. We are the same Martha. " The woman said while smiling and she walked toward her.

" We are not!" Martha said while glaring at the illusion of woman she was seeing. She knows it's not true but her words were and that made her scared and vulnerable. So she did what she could do her best, she denied it.

" Well. That's actually true, now that you say that, but you can't deny that we both wanted power, but the difference is, I found love and you didn't. I changed myself and you didn't. And look around yourself. You have everything you wanted but you lost what I gained. Love."

"Shut up Bitch! If it wasn't for you seducing my husband, he wouldn't have left me. " she said griping a wooden chair to calm herself.

"but from what I remember, you didn't even gave him the respect of being your husband. You neglected him, treated him like a servant just like how you treated your son. This was bound to happen."

"This is all your fault. I lost my brother, my husband and son because of you. And now your son is snatching my son away from me. I won't let that happen. "

"Why do suddenly care about your son? After my death, you left him with no parents. He spent his days, years in an orphanage. No wonder he don't want you, but since you don't want to accept your fault you're blaming my son for it. "

"SHUT UP!!!" Martha screamed in rage and threw the wooden chair at the image but the image disappeared and the chair fell on the glass table shattering it everywhere in the room.

She started panting and the rooms door opened, allowing the bodyguards to enter the room and she glared at them.

"Did I tell you come in! "

"we are sorry mam but we heard noises."

"GET OUT!!"

"Miss Martha. " entered another person who looked around the room finally reading the atmosphere he gulped.

"Speak. "

"ma'am. We found them. "

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