Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"M-Mr. Montevardo, can you please...center Ms. Zamora?" hesitantly and apprehensively said by the photographer.

"Mrs.," Valjerome whispered emphatically and did the other way around.

He pulled me closer to his body. I unconsciously sighed for him to look at me.

"Val, this is a triple shoot. Our pose for this is I should be in between you and Chaos, not only by your side," I simply murmured.

I felt Valjerome's grip tightened on my hip. He slightly bent over to my ear to whisper.

"I will kill him before he touches you," he grinned.

I shrove unbelievably. I don’t know if I should be afraid of what he does or rejoice to the attention he is giving me. And because I’m totally stupid, I prefer to do the second.

Maybe it's not wrong to expect, right?

"This shoot won't end, Val. Only just for now. Act like a professional model. After all, you've already careered being a model, make the most of it," I stopped smiling at the end, forcing my voice to sound serious.

"But—"

I glared at him. This is the first time I’ve done this not because of anger or resentment.

"Fine," he said, defeated.

He slowly pulled his hand away from my waist and looked sharply at Chaos who was on my other side. Our distance from him was really obvious. How come it be, every time he came close, Valjerome would pull me away.

"Let's start," I said to the photographer and fiercely looked at the camera.

"So possessive, Mr. Montevardo. Maybe your wife would leave you right away," I heard Chaos whispered as he slowly touched the left side of my face.

From the corner of my eye I could see the tension of Valjerome's jaw as he stared at Chaos' finger touching my cheek. He shut his eyes tight and did the same to the opposite side. They are both now holding my cheek while staring at me.

"I'm just protecting what is mine," Valjerome coldly uttered.

"Perfect!" the photographer commented.

Chaos scoffed and tilted his face closer to my neck. "Protecting?" he mocked.

"Just try to put your dirty mouth on my wife's skin, I won't let you out alive," Valjerome coldly threatened.

I held my breath when instead of posing the same as Chaos, Valjerome buried his face on my neck. I couldn't help but close my eyes when he gently sucked my skin there.

"BRAVO!"

I came back to my senses when the photographer shouted. I distanced myself from my husband and acted normal. There was the shame in my chest as I saw the teasing smiles of those who are around us, especially Azy who almost fainted in his position.

"Let's wrap this up. These are okay and the previous pictures," said the photographer.

I gasped when Valjerome pulled me closer to him. "You can now stay away from my wife," he told Chaos.

I unconsciously gulped and calmed my heart that beating so damn fast at this moment.

Wife.

I can't remember how many times he called me wife or spouse since something happened between the two of us. But up to this day I still can’t help but be nervous and happy every time I hear him say it.

He's finally admitting and calling me wife.

Although, he doesn't like it that way, I'm satisfied with what's happening. In showbiz, I am just dating Valjerome in everyone’s eyes. The same goes in his company. Even though there was something inside me that makes me feel sad, I just focused more on improving our relationship.

I was taken back to reality when Chaos smirked and laughed sarcastically with his low pitch voice.

"You seem like a loving husband, Mr. Montevardo," he mockingly mumbled.

"Mr. Hevion," I called with my cold tone.

He licked his lower lip and moved his eyes to me. "Yes, Jazzie?" he said.

"I don't know what do you really want, but I just want to tell you that you have no right to tamper with me or my husband. Stop pissing him off," I sternly uttered.

Chaos stared at me with his ocean blue eyes and then his side lips rose. "Are you sure of your decision, Jazzie? You'll stay with that man?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

We stared at each other for a while then Valjerome pulled me closer to him again. "Not because you have a connection with my family, I will let you do what you want to do. Know your place because if you don't, I will be the one who will put you to your right location," my husband said emotionlessly.

Valjerome told me before. Chaos is one of their investors, so he was at Val's parents' party then.

"Hmmm, where will that be?" Chaos asked teasingly.

"Sixty-six feet under the ground," Valjerome answered.

Chaos laughed softly and shook his head. "You are good at making jokes, huh?"

“Yes, too good that it often turns out to be true,” Val replied.

They stared at each other. Apparently that’s how they talk and exchange speeches.

"Mr. Hevion," Azy butted in.

I am almost grateful for that because I can’t even interfere between the two.

"Do you have any more demands?" Azy politely asked.

My lips twisted as I secretly rolled my eyes when I saw my manager simply touching Chaos' biceps.

"Nothing but I am hoping that Ms. Jazzie will have another project with my company," he said.

Valjerome scoffed at my side. "It's Mrs., and no. She won’t be working with you again." He took my hand and carefully pulled me away from the place.

"V-Val," I stuttered after he leaned me against the wall as we walked away.

"Tell me, wife. You'll never work with him again, right?" he asked, softly looking at me.

"I-if that's what you want," I replied.

"How about you? What do you want?"

"I don't want to work with him again."

He was stunned for a moment and stared at me as if I was lying.

"Let's go home," he said and held my hand again.

I just smiled and walked with him. For few minutes inside the car as we got inside, he never let go of my hand. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like that.

Thank you, God You changed him.

When we arrived at home, he was immediately greeted by a staff member. The man was holding a medium-sized black box.

"Someone left this outside the mansion," the staff said sparingly while bowing a little.

I stared at the black box with the gold ribbon knotted. I was about to touch it when Valjerome's held my hand.

"Go to your room," he said coldly.

I swallowed due to the extreme coldness of his voice. Thinking that this is about his mafia, I just followed his wishes. I silently walked upstairs and went to my room. Even before I could close the door I jumped at three consecutive gunshots that rang out in the house. I quickly walked back and peeked down at Valjerome.

He's holding a gun. His shoulders were up and down as he purely cracked the vase around. I was about to walk down when his eyes went to my direction.

"Go to your room, Jazzie."

I bit my tongue when his ruthless eyes pierced through me. For a second, I felt afraid. Not for me, but for our relationship.

"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM, JAZZIE!"

I jolted when a loud gunshot echoed again. With my trembling knees, I hurriedly turned away to go to my room.

"Calm down, Jazzie. He's just not in the mood. Maybe...maybe there's something happened in his Mafia. Right! That’s just it,” I comforted myself.

Everything will be okay.