A/N: Happy weekend, guys! I hope you like this chapter. Please, don't forget to share this story. Thanks:)

*Marco went overboard this time. LOL.

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MAGGIE's POV

"Y-You're here." I tried to act normal and sound casual but I stuttered. For some reason, my heart was pounding like crazy.

"Good morning, sir Marco." Dean greeted uneasily upon seeing him. Marco sauntered towards us in heavy silence. I could feel the thickening of the air around us as the tension rose. I groaned inwardly. Why do I feel like I'm in big trouble? I didn't even do anything!

"Dean, what do you think you're doing here with my girlfriend?" He then asked with a dangerous tone. I saw Dean's Adam's apple moved as he swallowed hard nervously.

"Miss Maggie is just teaching me how to bake a cake, sir Marco."

"Is that so?" Marco looked at the table napkin that Dean used to wipe my cheek just now. He looked calm but I knew him enough to know that he's livid. I could almost feel the anger and jealousy that were radiating from his body.

"Y-Yes, sir." Dean answered and looked down. I couldn't help but to feel sorry for him. I could tell that he was scared, especially when Marco stopped on his tracks behind him, intentionally intimidating him.

Dean looked like a statue, standing on his spot rigidly. Beads of sweat were already appearing on his forehead. He looked like he's about to run away any second now.

I decided to interfere with their conversation. "Dean came over to ask Matilda to teach him how to bake but since his mother is busy, I volunteered to teach him. I hope you don't mind us using your kitchen." I then continued what I was doing but still furtively watching Marco from my peripheral vision.

"I didn't know that you actually know how to bake." Marco uttered after a couple of seconds of silence.

"Mommy taught me and Tin and I learned to love it. Whenever I'm at home and bored, I bake sweets."

"I see." He answered with his eyes squinted in obvious anger. The atmosphere became heavier after that because no one spoke for about a minute or two. The silence was deafening. Marco's presence killed the calm atmosphere between me and Dean a while ago.

Dean was still rigidly standing on his spot, unable to utter a single word. I heaved a sigh. He was so eager and excited to learn from me a while ago, but now, he looked like he wanted nothing but to get out of there. "Dean, this is the next step. After incorporating all the wet and dry ingredients, beat on a medium speed using the electric mixer for a couple of minutes. C'mon, you do it."

He cleared his throat as he hesitantly obliged. "Okay." After beating it, we poured the mixture in three different molders and then put it inside the preheated oven. Marco was quiet the whole time while his fiery eyes were watching us.

I bit my lower lip, couldn't concentrate on what I was doing but I tried my best to do so.

Then, we started making the frosting. Dean was the one doing everything this time and I was just assisting him. Miraculously, Marco didn't do anything violent. But even so, his eyes were staring daggers at Dean.

While beating the butter and cream cheese, Dean was about to gradually add the sugar when he accidentally pour all the sugar that was in the small bowl.

"Sh*t!" He panicked.

I chuckled and tapped his shoulder. "It's okay. We would add everything anyway, but next time, you should add it gradually."

When the frosting was done, we set it aside and waited for the cake to be baked. That's when the maids called us for lunch.

"I think, I'll just come back later after lunch, Miss Maggie."

"Dean, why don't you join us for lunch while waiting for the cake to be done? It's okay, right, Marco?" Just as when my gaze landed at Marco, I caught him staring at Dean warningly.

"Marco!" I rebuked. His jaw clenched tightly.

"I-It's okay, Miss Maggie. I'll just come back later for the cake." Before I could answer, he already left in a hurry. I heaved a sigh. I wanted to chide at Marco but I didn't want to add fuel into the fire. Knowing him, he would explode.

No one dared to speak for about a minute. The deafening silence came back when the two of us left alone in the kitchen. Marco's face was unreadable while staring at me. I huffed in annoyance. He was staring at me as if I did something terrible to him and it didn't sit well in me.

"You're silent. Don't tell me, you're going to give me a silent treatment again for another three days?" I asked him, raised my chin defiantly and crossed my arms across my chest. Our gazes locked. To my further irritation, he remained silent.

"Whatever! If you don't want to talk, it's up to you." I was about to walk out of there when he suddenly embraced me tightly from behind. I gasped in surprise.

"What do you think you're doing, Marco?!" I hissed and wiggled out of his embrace. I then faced him angrily and was about to yell at him when he suddenly spoke.

"Do you really want to kill me?!" He roared. I gaped at him.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I questioned confusedly with my eyebrows creased.

"It's hard enough watching you whenever you're with other guys. When I brought you here, I started to feel at ease because Amouretti and that boyfriend of yours aren't here. I thought, finally, I could have you by myself; that maybe you would finally see me. But I was wrong.

"It's really easy for you to be close with other guys but when it comes to me, your behavior is opposite. Do you even have an idea that I almost killed Dean just now because of you?" My jaw slacked open but then I managed to pull myself together.

"And why would you do that? Dean is a nice guy and he didn't even do anything bad for you to even think of killing him. You're being unreasonable!"

"Unreasonable?!" He took my hand and placed it against his chest, letting me feel his heartbeat. "Do you feel that?! You're slowly killing my heart without even a second thought! Are you really this insensitive?!"

My lips parted in shock. I've never seen Marco like this. He looked vulnerable. "I've never been a patient man, Maggie. Whenever I want something, I always do everything in my power to get it, by hook or by crook. But when it comes to you, I chose to learn how to wait.

"I've always been afraid of showing my real self to you because of my fear that I might destroy you instead. I've chosen to be patient and wait even though it's so hard for me to just watch you from a distance. But that was the biggest mistake of my life because someone stole you away from me. Now, I've made up my mind to forget being patient that's why I brought you here against your will. But now, another guy is here again." He almost whispered the last sentence while chuckling humorlessly.

He looked dejected. I couldn't believe that he could make this face. I thought he was the toughest guy I've ever met but he could show this kind of emotion too just like other people.

"And you're jealous, is that it?" I asked but it was more of a statement.

"Isn't it obvious? Everytime I see you with another man, I always have the strong urge to break their necks and pull you away from them!"

My eyes bulged. "Marco! Stop saying things like that as if you have the right to be jealous! You're not my boyfriend, remember that!" I couldn't help but hiss. Then, my eyes widened even more when he pulled me by the hand until our bodies were pressed together intimately. I gasped for air.

"Then, be mine. Give me the right to be jealous by accepting me into your life, my queen." My heart was pounding crazily. He was looking into my eyes full of emotions that I've never seen before. I mentally shook my head.

"A-Are you crazy?! Have you forgotten that I already have Ke-" Before I could utter Keith's name, he placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.

"You promised not to utter his name and forget about him while we're here."

"But-"

"-No, buts, my queen. You promised me and I'm holding onto that." He cupped my face and stared into my eyes intently. "You'll keep your promise, right?"

I swallowed hard, didn't know what to say. But when my eyes met his gaze, I got lost into those tantalizing amber eyes of his. I was already catching my breath because of how close we were. Our lips were almost touching already.

It became hard to breath.

"It's not that easy, Marco." I answered with an almost inaudible voice and then looked away. His shoulders slumped down as he slowly let go of me.

"Then don't blame me if I would do something that you don't like." His face hardened.

I got alarmed. "W-What do you mean?"

"Let's eat. The food is getting cold." His voice was dangerously calm. He then brushed past me and left me there alone. I suddenly felt bad and even more confused than ever. I released a long breath.

When the cake was done baking, I took it out of the oven and placed them on a wire rack to cool them down. I then followed Marco to the dining room.

We ate in silence. He looked like he didn't have any plans of starting any conversation with me. I huffed, couldn't take the tension and silence anymore.

"So, are you finally going to show me around your property this afternoon?" I asked him nonchalantly.

"Do you have time? You're busy, right?" He answered sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"The cake is almost done. Dean will come back later to pick it up." He shrugged his shoulders and didn't comment further.

After eating, I assembled and frosted the completely cold cake while Marco went upstairs. Later on, Dean came back. He looked uneasy while looking around.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. He forced a smile.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good. Anyway, this is the finished product. I already finished it so that it would be ready when you arrive."

His smile widened. "Thank you, miss Maggie, but I think, it's better for us to eat it here so that you can have a taste too."

"Are you sure? Aren't you going to eat it at your place with your siblings?"

He chuckled. "I'm an only child, miss Maggie." I smiled wryly.

"Just call me Maggie." He glanced at me in wonder.

"Are you sure? Is it okay with sir Marco?" He even looked around, looking for Marco.

I chuckled. "Of course." A few moments later, we were both enjoying eating the cake that we made while talking about different things.

"I thought, you wouldn't come back here because of what happened. I bet you got scared of Marco."

He smiled reluctantly. "Honestly, I was thinking not to come back here but I wanted to have a taste of the cake. Sorry. Sweets are my weakness." I couldn't help but laugh because of his answer.

"Where is sir Marco anyway?" He then queried.

I shrugged my shoulders. "He's upstairs." He nodded his head. He seemed to be more at ease now.

"Your family and friends are so lucky to have you. You bake delicious cakes and you're nice too." Dean said out of the blue.

I chuckled amusedly. "Not really. I only bake whenever I want to."

"Sir Marco is lucky. He will surely like this cake. Well, I'm sure that you always bake for him." He voiced out and glanced at the cake that I set aside for Marco.

"Actually, I've never had the chance to bake something for him. The last time I baked a cake was six months ago. I gave it to Brey; a very close friend of mine. He-" I couldn't finish what I wanted to say because my eyes caught something at the door. I thought, I saw Marco there but he wasn't. Maybe, it's my imagination.

After eating, Dean volunteered to wash the dishes. He took my plate but accidentally fell from his hand and it broke into pieces. Instinctively, I bended over to pick up the broken pieces of the plate but he did the same at the same moment.

Because of that, our heads bumped into each other.

"Ouch!" I cupped my forehead in pain.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry." Dean asked worriedly and was about to touch my forehead when we heard a threatening voice.

"Touch even the tip of her fingers and I'll destroy you. I've been holding myself back from breaking every bone in your body but if you walked past your boundary by touching what's mine, you'll be sorry, Dean." Dean instantly pulled his hand back as if he got burned and then stood up straight abruptly upon hearing Marco's threat.

"I-I'm sorry, sir Marco. I-"

"-Save it!" He hissed and then approached me. To my surprise, he suddenly scooped me up onto his arms and walked out of the kitchen.

"Marco, where do you think you're taking me?!" I asked nervously but he didn't answer. He looked mad. He ascended the stairs. I thought he would bring me to my room but I was wrong. He brought me his room instead. He put me down on the bed.

"Marco, why did you bring me here?! Are you out of your mind?!" I was about to get up but he pinned me with his body, hovering over me. I swallowed hard. My heart thumped faster.

"W-What do you think you're doing? Get off me!" I tried to push him away from me but he caught my hands and held them above my head. He looked so different, so dangerous that I shivered in fear. His eyes were blazing with fiery emotions.

I felt like he turned into someone that I couldn't recognize anymore. Gone was the Marco I knew. I felt nothing but fear. Then to my horror, he started kissing my neck roughly.

"No, Marco! Please, not like this!" I pleaded but he continued. Tears brimmed my eyes. I closed my eyes as he kept on kissing my neck like a wild animal. A whimper escaped my lips and it looked like Marco heard it because his body went still. He stopped and slowly let go of my hands.

Then, as if he got burned, he got off me and went out of bed. The next thing I knew, I heard a loud thud sound followed by Marco's scream. I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of the wall, his fist was already bleeding. My heart clenched tightly. It hurt. I hugged myself and cried like a kid.

It looked like that alarmed him. He got in the bed and hugged me tightly. His body was shaking. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, my queen." He kept on uttering those words apologetically in my ear while consoling me. I wanted to push him away. I felt mad, beyond angry because of what he did, but for some reason, I couldn't.

I cried everything out until my eyes were already reddish and puffy.

"W-Why did you do that?" I asked in an almost inaudible voice when I've finally calmed down. We were in a spooning position. His arm was possessively wrapped around me.

"Because I lost it. After years of holding back myself not to harm any guy around you, I finally lost it. When I saw you enjoying Dean's company a while ago, I was so jealous because you never had that kind of smile across your face whenever we're together. I suddenly remembered those moments when I was still watching you from afar while you were with Amouretti or that Keith.

"Before, I used to hate Amouretti a lot because I envied him for being so close to you. The way you stare at him made me want to kill him a lot of times but when I found out that you have a boyfriend, I felt like I was going insane. I regretted not to court you before I left for Sicily. I've thought of giving up because you look happy with him but when I learned the truth about that guy, that's when I realized that I couldn't give you to him after all.

"When I managed to bring you here, I was so happy. I thought, I could finally have the chance to prove myself to you, but I was wrong. You resented me instead to the point that you treat me coldly. Then I heard what you two were talking about Amouretti a while ago. That's when I lost it.

"I saw red. I couldn't stop myself from exploding and because of that, I showed you a part of me that I would never want you to see." He took my hand and kissed it. "Please forgive me, my queen. I just love you so much and I feel like I'm losing my sanity thinking that these guys might take you away from me forever."

My body went still in shock. I couldn't react right away because of his confession. I knew he liked me but I didn't think that his feelings were deeper than that.

"Y-You love me?" I asked, still in shock. My heartbeat was like a drum.

He chuckled humorlessly. "Isn't it obvious? I would never do everything that I've done for you if I wasn't in love with you. I love you so much to the point that I'm already obsessed with you. Sometimes, I fear that I would scare you away if I showed you the real me that's why I held back myself for a long time." He made me face him and then caressed my cheek.

His amber eyes were staring at me full of love and my heart swelled. Oh, God...

"I've never thought of valuing someone like this my whole life. I've never believed in love before because I've never experienced nor saw it, but when you came into my life, you turned my world upside down. I couldn't accept my feelings before that's why I treated you coldly whenever you're near, but everytime I saw you, my feelings for you kept on intensifying until I couldn't control myself anymore.

"Amouretti warned me not to involve you with my messy life that's why I chose to just watch and protect you from afar. But when things started getting out of hand, I had to do something. I already made a mistake of leaving you that's why Keith got you and I would never do the same mistake again. I'll fight for your love because I'm the right guy for you."

I was so overwhelmed of his confession that I couldn't react right away. All I knew was, my heart was pounding hard. I couldn't help but to compare the time when Keith confessed his love for me. My heart didn't react like it did with Marco. Then, realization hit me and I wanted to cry.

"All I'm asking is chance to show you how much I love you." He whispered and then chuckled. "Damn! I've never thought that I would go crazy over a woman one day but it happened. You're really one hell of a woman."

I raised my hand and touched his cheek. Suddenly, I felt emotional. My anger towards him faded just like that. "And you're one hopeless man, you know that?"

He rested his forehead against mine. "Only for you, my queen. Only for you. You're the only one who could make me lose my mind and forget about the world. I'm yours, my queen. Please, tell me that you're mine too." Our eyes locked. Then, his lips drew closer to mine in a slow motion as if waiting for me to deny him. But I didn't. I closed my eyes and waited for his kiss.

Just as our lips touched, I've made up my mind. I need to choose once and for all...

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