His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

The Final of the Beginning

"I think you shouldn't be here love" Natasha broke through the door as soon as I opened it, with two other men running after her, knocking me to the ground and covering my face with a cloth that I couldn't remove.

Marcello

"You know that we are 3 months away from the New Year, you need to be already confident about your plan for the company since you are becoming our new general manager," Fiora said as she was arranging the files on my desk.

"Fiora," I looked away from the window as I made my way to my seat. "You are a really good secretary, and if I have the right to say, then I'd say I really trust you."

She laughed as I said that, and so did I. "Thank you so much for your appreciation sir." After a moment of silence, I asked her "What do you think about Ms. Williams?" She looked at me shockingly "Sir, I meet hundreds of faces every day, could you be more specific?" I laughed as she said that, because I had to remind her of an accident that Ivana caused in my office. "Well well, do you remember that lady who broke through my office once?" I looked at her as I stood in front of her. "Oh please," she rolled her eyes while walking towards the door. "I have nothing to say about her," she stopped for a while "maybe just a rude workaholic," she said as she left the office. I ran after her and stood by her desk. "What do you know about Mr. Sam?" I glared at her. "I think that you are not on good terms with him," she looked at me "I can see that through your eyes," she looked back at her desktop. "I just don't like snakes in my company," I demanded. "This whole company is full of snakes Mr. Marl. Speaking of snakes, I have been reported that Mr. Sam did not come to his office for two days, which is a very weird act of him" she cautioned. This truly was a shocking thing about Sam, but I really didn't care, I had a reason to make his life now a grey cloud of pain. I went back to my office and looked at the time, it was half past 4. I walked to my desk and took my phone along with my keys, rushing to my car in order to make it to Ivana.

As I opened the door, I looked straight into the kitchen noticing that the food wasn't even open. I got angry as I saw that, running through the house yelling her name. I went to the bedroom, finding that her purse and phone were still there. Everything was just in place, but Ivana was not. I didn't know what to do, if I assumed that she went to that old man, she would've informed me. If she forgot to inform me too, she would have taken her purse with her. Doubts started taking off my mind, she was missing and nothing was clear to me. I took my phone immediately and called Fiora.

"Hello Mr. Marl," she said.

"Fiora, Ivana is missing! What do I do?" I couldn't believe that I actually called Fiora for help. I was all messed up and worried about Ivana.

"Sir I think you should just wait, she might be out or something," she suggested.

"No Fiora!" I yelled as I threw the bags off the kitchen counter, "there is something wrong!"

"Then I think you should call the cops Mr. Marl" she declared.

As I hung up the phone, it was half past 5. I called the cops but things didn't work out. They said I should wait at least 24 hours before I could file a case there. This was just a nightmare to me, she was missing, and time seemed like poison running through my veins. I couldn't wait any longer, and so I went to her father.

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"The man who stole my daughter, on my door? Come in," he mocked as I entered.

"Where is she?" he asked before closing the door.

"Please tell me that you didn't just ask," I murmured as I turned away from him looking down at the floor.

"Mark Marl mister stealer, where is Ivana?" he slammed the door.

"My name is Marcello Marl sir," I looked back at him. "She is—missing" I hopelessly said.

"She is what?" he slowly walked towards me. "She ran away from you?"

"No, she did not," I sat on the couch. "I came back home around 1 afternoon to get her lunch and few snacks since she couldn't cook with her cast," as I was continuing he interrupted. "Cast!?" he yelled. "That bitch did not tell me that her arm was broken," he said as I stood up to face him. "Don't ever call her that" I retorted. "And who are you to tell me what to do?" he pushed me. "You stole her from me, broke her arm and now she is missing? I will kill you son of a-". I countered him immediately "I swear to you I didn't do her anything," I felt a tear falling from my eye. "Did you call the cops?" he calmed down as he sat. "I did, they said we had to wait," I explained. "I guess—we have nothing to do then" he hopelessly agreed.