Thirty Six

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask. " I explained.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," she says as we walk together.

"How did you deal with the woman you love abandoning you?" She asked.

I remained silent because I was taken aback by her question.

"I accepted it gradually until I was able to move on. It's fine with me because I'm having issues with her and our relationship. But it's my children who really hurt. When their mother abandoned them, they were devastated. Because it's difficult to fight a relationship in which you're the sole survivor. I knew from the start that our relationship wouldn't last. " I said, her eyes narrowing as she heard what I said.
"You're fine because you've moved on, but I'm stuck in the past. I'm the only one who hasn't progressed. When I saw him, he was with the woman he replaced me with, and I thought everything was fine. But I couldn't because seeing him last night caused my world to crumble a few times. " She explains.

I now understand why she is crying and getting drunk; I had no idea we were going through the same thing in life when it came to love.

"Honestly, I had intended to avoid you earlier when we were at the bar house, but I got stuck standing because I saw him enter the bar with the woman he adores," she explained.
"It's embarrassing to admit that you, whom I've avoided a few times, will console me in this situation," she said, hugging me once.

"I'm sorry, Marcus, for making you worthless, but I hope that knowing what you know now, you won't force yourself on me first because I can't give you anything, because I still love him a lot," Gianna said.

My jaw clenched. That man, whoever he was, was extremely fortunate. My fist was clenched.

I stepped out of her embrace and wiped her face.

"Don't cry any longer. You don't have to cry over something insignificant that should be buried in obscurity," I said.
But I was irritated. Life is extremely unjust. Is it because I truly love her that she will be unable to love back? But she still loves someone who is no longer in love with her? Stupidity! Shit!

"Go to bed, Gianna; we'll be back in town early tomorrow," I advised.

She nodded and returned inside the house. I was disgusted and unhappy. I followed Gianna into the house a few minutes ago. Maybe she slept because no one was in the kitchen. I also went into my room and decided to sleep. My phone rang early the next morning, so I got up early the next day.

He responded.

"Hello, Maila, what's up?" I inquired of my secretary.

"Sir, please come to the office; you have an urgent problem that needs to be resolved," my secretary said.

"All right," I said. I stood up and exited the room. Carl was drinking coffee in the living room when I arrived.

"I'm leaving, Carl, because there's a problem in the office; please take Gianna to the city," I said.

It gave a nod. I climbed into my car and drove away from the beach house. I was thinking about whatever issue the office was having. I was home an hour later, so I didn't waste any more time. I went into my bedroom and changed into business attire. And then it was back inside the car and drove it to the workplace

On the other hand, I got up right away and left the room, carrying my clothes and a sling bag.

Carl was standing in the house's living room when I arrived.


"Are you ready to leave, ma'am? Sir came home first because there was a problem with the company; I can take you home to the city," he said to me before leaving the house.

I followed him and went up into the car. When I looked at my phone, there was a text from an unknown number. I read it quietly.

"Avoid going with Marcus, Miss Moran, because he'll make your life hell."

My brow furrows. Miss Maureen was the only person I knew who would tell me this. I leaned back in my car seat and exclaimed. 

Seriously? It came to the point that she threaten me?


I'm already in my office, waiting for my secretary. She walked into my office a minute later.

"Good morning, sir," she said.

In response, I nodded.

"What's the matter, Mila?" " I asked as she sat down.

"Sir, the head of finance informed me that the $70 million in cash had gone missing," my secretary explained.

I was deafeningly stunned of her news.

"What? When did all of this happen? Why did I only discover this now? " I'll asked her.
"She didn't tell me right away, sir, because she was still checking the documents yesterday morning." "Maybe the money that was lost, was used in funds  but there was no record, so she told me to inform you," my secretary explained.

I've been in business for a long time, but only for the time being. The money in the company has been lost. 50 million dollars is a large sum of money.

"You'll call them all, in the finance department," I said to her, she stood up and walked out of the office.

Later, the four of them came in. When they saw me, they all turned pale.

"Miss Busco, what's the matter?" I inquired of the elderly lady.

"You worked for my company for at least ten years, but it just happened now," I explained.

"Yes, sir, I instructed them all to check all the files and all documents, but there is no record of the 70 million missing; we did our jobs well, Mr. Marcus, but we didn't expect it; I hope it doesn't cut our salary or fire us since we have a child to support," she explained.

"All right, Miss Busco, let's go through the motions. When I discover an anomaly here in my company, I don't like to make accusations without proof, and they will go to hell," I said.

"All right, back to work. Please make sure that only the four of you can enter the finance room, check the money bolt, and count as well," I said.
The four of them had already left, leaving only me and my secretary in the office.

"Maila, please find the four of them's files; I'll just look at it," I order.

"Yes, sir," she said.

My secretary soon placed a folder on the table. I opened them one at a time and examined their records. I took a deep breath because I saw nothing wrong, but how did I lose money? What happened to it, and who took it? I considered going to the CCTV room. I opened the door and walked in.

"Good morning, sir," the in-charge said.

I gave a nod.

"Do you have a copy of the entire CCTV footage?" I inquire.

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Please check it and call me if you find anything wrong," I said as I walked out the door.

I haven't called Gianna yet to see if she's returned to town. Because of what happened, she vanished from my mind. I returned to the office, sat on the couch, and closed my eyes.

I had already arrived at the mansion and had gotten out of the car.

"Thank you, Carl, and be careful on your way home," I advised.

"All right, ma'am," he said as he drove away from the mansion.

My phone began to ring. I took a look at it, and then another unknown number texted me.

My brow furrowed as I read the message, "Don't try to get a job at a M company because it belongs to Marcus."

How did the texter know I was going to work there? And is aware that Marcus is the owner, but I have no idea. I entered the house.

And I came across one of the assistants holding a phone.

"Ma'am, you have a call." She told me once, handing over the phone.

"Hello!" I said to the person on the other end of the line. 


"This is your Uncle, Darius. Please come to Los Angeles because your aunt is looking for you. "Uncle stated.

"Yes? Why? "I asked him.

"Your aunt's pregnancy is at a critical point; the baby will be seven months old when she gives birth, and it will be premature; she is crying because you are not by her side." "Uncle responded.

I felt as if I wanted to cry.

"I've already gotten you a passport, and Gianna, my butler from Los Angeles, will meet you there." Bring only what you need. " He explained to me,

"All right," I said when I hung up the phone.

I thought they went there on vacation, which is a problem, and why is my aunt so good at hiding a problem? I dressed and carried the important things I had with me.

There was a man standing outside the house when I came out of the gate. He came up to me and said,

"You must be, Gianna," he said, and then he asked,

"Yes," I replied.

"All right, let's get started."

He got in  the  car with a driver. I'm unable to unwind in my seat. I was concerned about my aunt's health. We stopped at the airport and got out of the car. I followed the man into the plane as if it was about to take off.
I took a seat near the window.

"Turn off your phone, Gianna," said the butler.

My stomach seemed to be turning upside down, so I rested my head on the chair. Shit! I was terrified of heights the first time I boarded a plane. I'm hoping this isn't a problem for me right now. I dozed off.

I was irritated earlier because Carl had just called to say that he could deliver Gianna to her home, but she couldn't be reached because the phone had been turned off.
They're fine, but why does she still treat me this way? And I received a call from an unknown number. I responded right away.

"Thank God, brother, you answered my call," said the male voice on the other end of the line.

I'm scowling.

"Who is this?" I ask.

On the other end of the line, she laughed sadly.

"After all these years, Marcus, you still can't remember my voice; you're breaking my heart," he says.

"It's me, Darius," he said.

Darius is my father's adopted son, so we are brothers.

He wasn't always present, but he'd call out of the blue.

"Are you bored with your life because you miraculously remembered to call me?" I inquired.

"Stop being sarcastic, Marcus; I need you here in Los Angeles," he says.
What he was saying perplexed me.

"Wait, what's your problem?" I asked him.

"My wife is critically ill." She's pregnant, and the doctor says the baby won't be born for another seven months. Marcus, I'm concerned about what might happen. " He said with trembling voice.

He already has a wife and is expecting a child; when else did he become serious in life?

"Marcus, I know you have a lot of questions, but I'll answer them one by one when you get here," he says.

"Right now, I'm having a problem with the company." So I can't go there." That was my response.

"You're my only family, so you're the only one I can turn to for emotional support," he says.

This jerk even tried to convict me.

"OK, but later; I still have work to do today," I explained.

"Thank you very much, Marcus," he says.

I hung up the phone and pondered. What am I going to do there when Darius' wife is fine? So I got a passport for Los Angeles right away because I didn't know how long I'd be there.

The plane had not yet touched down. I was still aboard the plane. I wished to take a step on the ground. I don't want to be up in the air any longer. I resisted the urge to vomit, but I was already in a bad mood. We still have a long way to go before we arrive. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my aunt. The plane landed six hours later. Because the butler was walking ahead, I sat up and stood up. As I walked away, I exhaled a sigh of relief.

My feet are on the concrete. I was almost unbalanced. If it wasn't for the butler, I'd smash my face into the cement. A limousine stopped in front of us. The butler opened the car door and I entered. The vehicle drove away from the airport. I wouldn't have ended up here if my aunt hadn't bothered. We stopped in front of a private hospital. I was astounded by what I saw. This hospital was huge.
 
I got out of the car when the door opened. I was standing in front of the hospital, taking in the sights.

"Let's go, Gianna, they're waiting," the butler said.

I believe this man is pure sadness from his life experiences.

He didn't even smile at me in the few hours we were together. I followed him into the hospital and  to a private room.
We entered after the butler opened the door. Uncle Darius was crouched next to my aunt, who was sleeping on the hospital bed. With a man inside, it stood out sharply. It has no sleep and puffy eyes. He hugged me and told me,

"Thank God, Gianna, you're already here; she doesn't want to have a cesarean section while you're still on the way," Uncle Darius said, shaking his head.

"She was very stubborn; she was willing to sacrifice our child's life, and she was very selfish," Uncle explains.

I shook my head, and I'm at a loss for words.

I'm already on the plane, despite the fact that I don't want to go, because Darius always calls.