Later that night, they went back to the hotel to rest the night away. Because of what happened during the party, Stefan didn't do anything strenuous for his wife. They just took a quick shower and slept.

  In the morning, Cayenne woke up earlier than Stefan. She picked up her phone from the bedside drawer and checked for any messages from her family and friends.

  'Why didn't you tell me you guys got married?'

  'When did you get married?'

  'Does your family know?'

  These were messages from Luna. From the messages alone, she can already imagine the surprised look of her best friend. 'How did she know about my marriage?' Cayenne thought about it. She surfed in the internet using different keywords such as Stefan's wife and Stefan's marriage; and there were many search results online.

  She read some of them and looked into the pictures, trying to see for herself if anyone would be able to recognize her. "Thankfully, Stefan blocked everyone's view of her. Hopefully, no one can recognize me." She mumbled to herself before shifting her browser to the messaging app.

  'I'll tell you about it later.' Cayenne replied this message to Luna.

  There were some congratulatory messages from Celine, Manager Kim and Jessie as well. Cayenne just said her thanks to them since there's no point in lying. And she knew that they won't spread any news about her confirmation as well.

  'Call me when you have time.' This was the message that Kyle left for her. Knowing that she's done something awful like keeping her marriage from them, Cayenne braced herself before calling her brother through his social media account.

  While the call was getting through, she got out of bed and put on her robe before going to the balcony. It had a nice view and can help you relax your nerves.

  "Sis!" Kyle's anxious voice came through. "Are you alright?"

  "Yep. I am fine. How are you guys doing?"

  "We're doing good but mama was a bit worried for you. Is the news about your marriage true?"

  "It's inconvenient for us to talk about this over the phone. I'll talk to you about when we get back home."

  "That's fine with me. Would you like to speak with mama to put her at ease?"

  "Hn. Give her the phone." Cayenne talked to her family while waiting for Stefan to wake up. She didn't say much about the marriage and just told her mother to trust her decisions in life. What else can they do? She's past the legal age and she has her on mind. She knows what's right and wrong and she can decide things by herself.

  When Stefan woke up, the two of them showered together before having their breakfast. Instead of going for a trip around the city, Stefan and Cayenne stayed in their hotel. Cayenne watched movies using his laptop while he made phone call after phone call. He was very busy but he made sure to pay attention to her and ordered food for her in case she'd get hungry.

  "You're raising a pig." Cayenne commented when she saw a waiter coming inside with a food cart.

  "It's fine. I love this pig so much. It's fine to spoil my little pig."

  "Who's little?" Cayenne retorted with her raised brow. "I'm not little."

  "Alright. You're big."

  "I'm not big either. I hate you."

  'Hahaha. Women can be unreasonable sometimes, especially those with husbands or boyfriends who spoils them so much.' The waiter thought to himself while arranging the food on the table. "If there isn't anything else, sir. I will take my leave now."

  "Okay. Thank you." Stefan slightly nod his head at him before sitting beside his wife to watch what she was watching as well. "Let's take a break first."

  "No. You will call me big."

  "How dare I call you that? You are sexy and petite." Stefan replied and hugged her in a warm embrace. "See? Your waist can be measured with my one hand. "

  "Hmp!" Cayenne acted spoil in front of him and Stefan liked it, too. Cayenne was always stubborn and strong-willed. It's not everyday that she acts spoil and childish in front of him.

  During their flirting moments, a commotion occurred involving one of the Italian young masters. There were several posts online with him taking girls to hotels and other places where he indulged himself in carnal desires. One of them was a married woman and was even a business partner to one of this family's business. There was also a news about him getting someone pregnant and he asked the woman to get an abortion and get lost. There were just too many to mention and their family business was going downhill.

  'Pak!'

  "You, useless bastard! I ignored your behavior and tolerated you. I told you to never leave any evidences! Look at this mess you have caused! Our family is going to die in shame! And someone even asked the government to audit our company! Who the hell did you offend?! Go and make an apology!"

  Right at this point, Mr. Ricci received a message on his phone. 'I won't accept apology.' It was from an unknown number which frightened him. It's just him and his son inside the study. How can someone know about their conversation? "We're ruined. Everything that I put all my efforts to is now ruined." He slumped on the couch with dejected and hopeless expression.

  The young master of the Ricci family was the one who harassed Cayenne last time during Julia's wedding. Stefan just sought him out for revenge. As for his cousin, he didn't let her off as well. He already announced to the world that he's breaking ties with Celestine and his family. They were no longer part of the Dumrique clan. Even when his father and grandfather asked him about it, he didn't concede.

  'Hmp! I got everything in the palm of my hands. I can decide which one to destroy and which one to prosper. They better not mess with my wife.' Stefan thought to himself as he read the news articles on his phone.

  'Buzz!' Stefan checked the unknown message on his phone. 'I took care of it already. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.'

  In the Madrigal's home, Shein put down his headset and stopped typing on his keyboard. 'I'm finally done.' He stood up from his seat and changed his clothes to leave the house. He still needed to pick up Riley.