TWO days after the baby incident, the house of Jehan Mateo were swarmed by reporters.

"Get rid of them. Don't entertain anyone." Jehan ended the call with his secretary and face palmed himself.

"So noisy..." Mia groaned as she kept hearing people shouting outside the enormous villa.

She sat up and pulled the blankets over her body to cover up. She immediately saw a half-naked stressed Jehan Mateo sitting beside her on the bed.

"What the hell is going on outside?" She yawned.

Jehan stood up and grabbed his robe, "Reporters. I bet Natalie already told the press."

"What?" Mia furrowed.

"I need to go to Singapore for a few days. Stay here and don't leave the house." Jehan said and entered the bathroom.

"Fuck. Did I officially became the mistress of Jehan Mateo? What will happen if the reporters find out about me?" Mia panicked.

After changing, the two of them went downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Boss, they won't leave." One of Jehan's men, spoke.

Jehan sighed and stopped eating, "Should I just bomb the gate entrance or something?"

"They'll probably leave in a few days." Mia shrugged her shoulders.

He looked at her and rummage through his pockets. He suddenly handed her a white cellphone.

"Call me. I'll be back in 5 days. Don't leave the house." Jehan stood up.

Mia grabbed the phone, "Whatever. Just go."

He grabbed his coat and finally left the house. The entrance was packed with reporters almost chasing his car. Mia watched from a distance as Jehan left.

"They'll probably leave in a few days" is what Mia said.

"It's been 2 days. Are they fucking insane?" Mia biting her nails.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders as she played her nintendo switch, "It's the first time Jehan Mateo's love life got exposed. And to top it off, it's with his ex fiance, Natalie. An A list Actress of Korea. Also, the public just found out that he was about to get married. If I was a journalist, I'd camp outside to get as much content as I can too."

"Still, it's been 2 days already. Do they not have families to go home too? Do they not eat? Bathe?" Mia said.

"Well, they probably do. And they probably take turns or have duty scheduled." Rachel answered.

"Then am I gonna rot in this house until Jehan Mateo comes back?" She asked.

Rachel looked at the anxious Mia, "He told you not to leave so be a good wife and do what he says."

"Fuck you. Don't call me that." Mia cussed.

Rachel was about to tease Mia again when they heard a loud noise from the living room.

Mia rushed downstairs and saw Natalie on her shades with a bandage on her cheeks. The reports were behind her back and they immediately pointed the cameras at Mia who is standing by the staircase.

"Oh shit." Rachel immediately covered Mia with her body but the reporters and cameras suddenly swarmed them and surrounded the two.

They were immediately dragged to the center where Natalie is standing.

"Are you Jehan Mateo's mistress?"

"How long have you been living with Mr. Jehan Mateo?!"

"Did you know he was engaged? Are you the cause of their break up?!"

"Are you pregnant?! Who are you and what are you to Mr. Mateo?!"

Cameras and mics were shoved left and right to Mia's face as the guards Jehan ordered to look out for Mia were struggling to reach her.

"GET OUT! THIS IS TRESPASSING!" Rachel continued to cover herself and Mia against the countless camera lenses.

"Enough!" Natalie shouted, making the room quiet.

Mia looked at her and she was already walking towards her direction. The reporters moved aside and paved the way for Natalie to pass through.

She stopped in front of Mia who was confused. Natalie looked around and saw cameras with tiny red dots, indicating they are currently being recorded.

She faced Mia and this time, glaring at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mia asked her in a low yet intimidating voice.

Natalie smirked and everyone gasped when she suddenly slapped Mia in the face. Cameras started flashing left and right along with the whispers of the reporters.

Rachel was about to charge at the woman but Mia grabbed her hand.

"That's for sleeping with Jehan." And she slapped her again.

"That's for scaring my face." And another slap landed on Mia's face, injuring the side of her lip to tear as Natalie's ring scraped it.

"And that's for stealing everything I have." She smirked.

Mia scoffed and fixed her hair. She looked at the ceiling, poking the inside of her cheek to suppress the urges. With the little patience she has, Rachel is impressed at how well Mia is receiving it.

"Get out of my fiancee's house." Natalie said, making Mia chuckle.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

Mia looked around and saw all the cameras pointing at her, waiting for her most anticipated response.

"You will never get what you want from me, bitch." Her subconscious told her.

Mia only shrugged her shoulders and raised both her hands up, "Alright."

She grabs Rachel's hand and they slowly walk out of the house. The reporters kept following them as they arrived at the entrance of the villa.

"Miss Agatha, this way." A guard finally escorted them and entered a car, driving away from the reporters.

As soon as they drove off, Mia and Rachel heaved a deep sigh of relief.

"Damn, she put all her strength in those slaps." Mia winces in pain as she caresses her left cheek and her torn lip.

"What a fucking bitch. Are you alright? Should we stop buy and get some first aid?" Rachel asked.

Mia shook her head, "No. I'm fine."

She grabbed the phone from her pocket and dialed Jehan Mateo's number. But no one answered.

"You told me to call you. Liar." She muttered to herself.

In Singapore...

Jehan Mateo is currently talking with a business man in an exclusive party, when one of his guards approaches him.

"Boss." The guard whispered.

Jehan excused himself from the table and went in the corner with his guard, "What's the matter?"

The guard hesitantly opened his iPad. He scrolled through some things, making Jehan curious.

"What is it?" He asks him.

The guard bit his lips and showed Jehan a video from and article, showing Mia's face and Natalie slapping her multiple times.

"It's... all over the internet." The guard scrolled the screen and showed more articles with Mia's face and his name plastered everywhere.

Jehan did not budge. Instead, he stared at the screen, his pupils dilating and his jaw clenched. Suddenly, the guard felt tensed and the atmosphere around felt suffocating.

The guard knew what to do and left his boss.

The guard dialed his fellow men, "Prepare the jet."

"What? But Boss is not coming home til frida-"

"Do you wanna fucking die?! Boss is going to lose it." The guard whisper shouted and left to pack Jehan's bags.

Jehan slowly out his wine glass on the table and left the party. He entered the elevator arrived at the rooftop.

A chopper is already waiting for him to take him straight to the airport. He grabbed his necktie and loosened it. He removed it from his collar and entered the chopper.

His guards fastened his seatbelt and got him ready.

"Where's my gun?" He asked in a low yet intimidating voice.

The guard immediately handed him his gun. Jehan checked if it was loaded. He put it back in and cocked it loaded, making a loud click sound.

The pilot, as well as the guards felt a chill up their spine.

"Let's go."