SECRET WIFE

Steffany'S pov.

"Arghhhh" I groaned sleepily as the doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.

Who in their right senses, would leave their home at this early hour just to wake other people up from sleep? Where is Mrs Madison? Why isn't she answering the door?

I released a relief sigh and smiled sleepily in great joy when the bell finally stop ringing, then pulled my duvet over my head and completely covered myself up.

But my joy was short-lived as my duvet was suddenly ripped off me, exposing my skin to the coldness of the room and I angrily sprang up -I normally sleep with only my bra and panty on.

I glared at her with a displeased expression.

"Divya, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" I grumbled sleepily.

"Well, good morning to you too, darling" she started folding my duvet even though it's giving her a hard time. "... besides, it's already 7:30am, it's no longer considered early in the morning" she said.

7:30am already? I guess I went to bed very late last night, and it's all because of that b@stard husband of mine. I pouted my lips.

"Why didn't you go straight to the cafe since it's no longer early in the morning?" I asked her, but she ignored me and continued struggling with my duvet.

I leaned back against the headboard, reached for my favorite stuffed animal, a jaguar and hugged it to my chest.

"Go to the cafe and let me sleep for twenty-five minutes" I kissed my jaguar and rested my head on its.

"Sleep?" she scoffed. "In your dreams!"

Divya frustratingly threw the duvet on the floor, stomped on it and she put her hands on her waist, then narrowed her eyes fiercely at me.

"We both have an unfinished discussion last night, let's continue from where we stopped" she said.

My mind quickly replayed last night's event, then I recalled telling her about my plan on divorcing Justin and I mentally facepalm myself -my blabbermouth!

I could have proceeded with the divorce before telling her, because she's gonna try talking me out of it, like how she's been talking me out of it for four years now and I don't know if I'm strong willed enough to disagree with her this time.

Wait, could it be Justin's successfully paid her to keep me hooked to him?

"We don't have any unfinished discussion, go away and let me sleep" I told her.

"Don't fuçk with me, Mrs Bieber, start talking!" she growled.

"Don't call me that, I won't be Mrs Bieber after today"

She stared at me for a moment, then sighed and her fierce expression was replaced with a sympathetic look, she took a few steps towards me and sat at the edge of my bed.

"Baby, take a deep breath and you need to calm down, you're only taking a hasty decision right now and it's not the best way to handle this" she said calmly.

Alright, I know exactly where her car is headed.

"What's the best way then, because I really don't know anymore"

"I understand you perfectly fine, but have you sat down and have a heart to heart conversation with your husband? Do you know the reasons he's been hiding his marital status?"

Of course, I know the reason. They don't want his female fans to lose interest in him, because the more they crush on him and go crazy over him, the more money he'd make.

"Maybe he's doing all this to protect you"

"Protect me? From what?" I asked.

"A lot of things" I rolled my eyes. "I can feel that he's still in love with you and he wouldn't agree to the divorce"

"In love with me you say? Who stays away from someone they love for six good years without even visiting one day and say hello to them?"

"Steffany... "

"Divya, my mind is already made up and there's nothing you can say at the moment that would make me change my mind"

I put my teddy jaguar aside and slide off the bed, walked towards the closet, I opened it and Justin's clothes are the first things that caught my eyes. I sighed.

"Look, his clothes have been hanging here like this for years and you think I'll be happy seeing them?"

"You're being influenced by someone to file for divorce, that Ken is surely the instigator and I will make sure I scratch his face next time I see him!" Divya growled as she punched her left palm with her right fist, as if to illustrate how serious she is.

After searching through my clothes for a few seconds, I snatched a light pink bathrobe and wore it.

"Don't involve Ken in this, I and Justin's issues have nothing to do with him" I said walking out of the closet.

"Of course, it has a lot of things to do with him.

I walked towards the bathroom to do my morning routine; brush my teeth, wash my face and maybe release some waste products.

Divya followed me and stood outside the door, while I started brushing.

"You don't strongly wish to divorce Justin before Ken came into your life..." she paused. ".. hold on, are you two dating or something?" she asked.

"I wish we are..." I trailed off as I got water in my mouth and rinsed every inch of my mouth.

"What? You wish to date that.. that.. that..." she couldn't even find the right words to say.

"Relax, it's not possible between us because he's engaged and his wedding is next month" i told her.

"Really? He's engaged?"

I nodded with a smile.

"He's just my lawyer and there's strictly only business relationship between us" I assured her.

She cleared her throat and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"It's better that way" she huffed out.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast, Mrs Madison promised to cook my favorite" I said as I walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the door, Divya quickly rushed after me.

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I saw Mrs Madison standing by the door, when we arrived at the living room, she seemed to be talking to someone outside and I tilted my head slightly to get a glimpse of whoever she's talking to, but couldn't.

"Mrs Madison, who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's barrister Ken"

"Let him in" I said and walked towards a sofa.

Divya glared maliciously at the door, before storming towards another sofa and sat down. Like seriously, I don't know why she hold so much grudge against Ken.

Mrs Madison gave way for Ken to come in and he smiled appreciatively at her, then walked towards me.

My eyes settled on a blue file in his hand.

"Good morning, sexy" he greeted me as he leaned towards me and gave me a brief side hug.

Divya scoffed and coughed as if she's reminding me of her presence.

"Good morning" I replied Ken's greeting and pulled away from the hug. "Aren't you supposed to be at your office at this time?" I asked and glanced at the wall clock.

"Yeah, about that, my fiancee and I are doing our pre-wedding photoshoot today.."

"Awwwwn, that's so sweet" I gushed with an envious smile.

I never get to wear a real wedding dress, and Justin and I didn't even bothered about pre-wedding photoshoot because there was no money for it then.

".. yeah, hence I decided to deliver your documents before leaving" he said stretching the blue file towards me.

"Well, this is very thoughtful of you, thanks" I thanked him after collecting the file.

"You're welcome, but I gotta run now" he said as he rushed towards the door. "See you later" he added and dashed out.

I stared at the file with mixed feelings; I'm happy the divorce papers are here and I'll soon get my freedom, but partly sad because it means the end of Justin and I.

"Someone just called you sexy and you're saying he has no interest in you?" Divya pipped in.

"You heard him just now, he's doing his pre-wedding photoshoot today" I reminded her of Ken's words.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed unbelievably.

"Anything can happen, who knows if he'd call off the wedding and break things off with his fiancee because of you"

I giggled hysterically for a very brief moment, then shook my head and dumped the file on the table.

"Don't think so highly of me, baby" I told her.

Her eyes landed on the file.

"Are you really gonna divorce him?" she asked, referring to Justin.

"Yes and don't ask me about it again" she pouted her lips and blinked innocently at me. "You'll head to the cafe after breakfast and I'll head over to Justin's company"

"You think he'd agree to sign this?"

"Of course, he has no choice"

"Uh, steffany, I suggest you sit down and... "

"Mrs Madison, is breakfast ready yet!" I interrupted Divya by screaming over words.

"You devil" she reached for a cushion and threw it at me, but I stuck out my tongue at her.

She grabbed another cushion and threw it at me, but I dodged it and soon we're having a pillow fight.

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THIRD PERSON'S pov.

>>STEFFTIN'S ENTERTAINMENT<<

Mr Bieber sat on his big swivel chair, he looked outside through the glass window and watched the busy road below; pedestrians are walking up and down, cars are honking as the drivers are very eager to get away from the heavy traffic jam.

He played absentmindedly with the cube puzzle he was holding. His ears pricked up when he heard his office door creak open, but he didn't turn around to see who walked in because he knew only his assistant can come up here.

"Mr Bieber, here's the latest update from Mrs Bieber's secret bodyguard" his assistant said.

"Hm" he hummed, cueing his assistant to continue.

"Sir, according to Mrs Bieber's secret bodyguard, she has been hanging around a lawyer recently" he reported.

"A lawyer?"

"Yes, sir, and from Dave's observation, it seems like she's getting some papers ready"

"What papers?"

"Divorce papers"

Mr Bieber stopped playing with the cube puzzle, he swivelled his chair around and looked at his assistant with a scared and shocked expression.

His assistant took a step back, since this was the first time he's seen Mr Bieber in this state, he doesn't even know if he should continue with his report anymore or even flee from there.

"What?!" Mr Bieber growled. "Any news from Miss Divya?" he asked quickly, there's a hint of panic in his voice.

Right at that moment, Mr Bieber's phone started ringing. He reached for it and saw Divya's name flashing on the screen, then he quickly swiped to the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Mr Bieber, your wife is coming over with divorce papers, I tried to talk her out of it but she didn't listen to me" she sighed sadly. "I guess she's really made up her mind this time"

Mr Bieber closed his eyes, he did a sharp intake of breath and pulled his hair.

"Then... you'll do me another favor" he said.

"Sure. What do you want me to do?" Divya asked.

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Steffany'S pov.

>>Stefftin'S ENTERTAINMENT<<

My neck hurt, as I raised my head and stared at the words Stefftin's entertainment boldly written at approximately the 2nd floor of this sky-crapper; it's Justin's company.

Tears immediately brimmed my eyes, as I had a quick flashback to the day Justinbrought me here and told me this company is his and it's named after us -our ship name precisely.

I was overexcited that I didn't feel hungry for days and ended up passing out from malnutrition, I couldn't help but laughed at the memory. I never knew I'd come back here, just to end everything that happened between Justin and I; such is life.

I walked into the building and was shocked to see how big the company's grown over the years, everyone's working efficiently, they all seemed so focus in their work as if they're handling a big project.

My eyes searched around for the receptionist's desk until I found it, the receptionist waved at me with a polite smile and I smiled back, then approached her.

"How can we help you, Miss?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm here for Justin Bieber" I answered.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked again.

"No"

"Then, I'm afraid you can't see him, appointments are made before seeing or meeting with Mr Bieber" she said very calmly and politely.

"Is there no way I can see him today?"

"No, unless you'll make an appointment today and come back tomorrow"

What should I do now? I must see him today and get this papers signed, then an idea suddenly popped up in my head.

"Can you give his office a call and inform him that Miss steffany Daniels is here to see him?" I asked.

"Yes, please hold on a second" she said and started typing away in her landline.

She spoke softly to someone on the other end for a few seconds, then turned back to me with a smile.

"Mr Bieber allow you to see him" she said.

"Thank you" I thanked her and headed towards the elevator.

It's not surprising that not even one of his staffs recognize me, I have to make appointments before I get to see my own husband, what a shame.

I got in the elevator and pressed the 47th button, then I patiently waited for elevator to bring me to my destination.

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Finally, the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened and I stepped out.

I walked towards the end of this floor, before I finally saw a door and I knew it's Justin's office. I knocked on the door and heard a faint come in.

I pushed the door open and entered.

Justin smiled when he saw me walk in, his eyes trailed my body and I saw his Adam's apple move as he gulped, even his jaw dropped as his eyes stayed glue on my chest.

Yeah, that's it, that's the look I wanna see on his face, I want him to know I'm doing great without him. I smirked mentally on the effect I have on him.

He got up and walked towards me with his arms wide open, as if he's inviting me for a hug. I slightly pushed him aside and sat on the chair in front of his table.

He sat on the chair next to me and continued smiling at me.

"My heartbeat, what are you doing here? Why did you suddenly come to see me in my office today?" he asked.

Really? Heartbeat? That's so hypocritical of him, heartbeat indeed! Gone are the days when my heart flutter everytime he called me his heartbeat.

"I'm here for a very important business, so, let's get down with it" I said.

"Ooh, I love businesses" he replied with a smile.

He's so clueless, he doesn't know what I've come for, because he wouldn't be smiling if he knows.

He tried to reach for my hand, but I slapped his hand away and threw him a glare.

"I'm not here to mess around with you" I dipped my hand in my bag and pulled out the file Ken gave me earlier, then slammed it on his table. "Let's divorce!" I dropped the bombshell.

He stared at the file on the table for a while, then looked up at my face.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked with a chuckle.

I stared back at him, with my face free of every emotions.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He looked back at the file.

"So, you really want a divorce?"

"Yes, and I have signed it" I said as I pushed the file towards him. "I don't need your properties or money, just sign it"

He shifted his gaze from the file to my face, he stared directly in my eyes for a while as if he's searching for something only God knows.

"I'm not gonna sign it" he said.

I frowned.

"Why? There's nothing holding us back, right?" I nodded at it. "Just sign it and we'll both be free"

"Darling... "

I glared at him and he swallowed his words immediately, but he soon cleared his throat and continued.

"We're husband and wife, Steffany, you can't just wake up one day and spring divorce papers on me"

I gaped at him.

"Husband and wife?" He nodded. "Do you even recall the road to your home? When was the last time you came home? When was the last time we had breakfast or lunch or dinner together?"

He tilted his head as if he's really trying to recall it.

"See? You don't even remember, and you still think of yourself as my husband?"

"Yeah, I do take care of you and never let you lack of anything"

What is he trying to say? In what way does he care for me?

"I do send you money everyday and make sure I pay our workers in time"

I banged on the table immediately he vomited those words, and he flinched back slightly.

"What is wrong with you? You are a billionaire now and you think money can solve or buy everything?"

"Steffany... "

"Don't call my name, you have no right to say it!" I snapped at him. "Can money cuddle with me during cold, raining nights? Can money make love to me and produce kids? Can money remind me to take my drugs in time everytime I fall sick?"

Hurt flashed across his eyes, he quickly shut them, leaned back on his chair and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I don't need your money, Justin, what I need is your companionship and you aren't offering it"

I pushed my hair back and blinked to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, I didn't come here to cry.

"Or do you think I've been living off your money?" I chuckled. "No, I'm not, I have my own money and it's enough for me, even though it's not much"

"You don't understand why I'm distancing myself from you, everything is not as easy as I'm making it seem and... "

"Then make me understand" I cut in. "Let me know your difficulties"

He simply shook his head.

"I can't, it's gonna hurt you and I don't want that"

"Hurt me?"

"Yes, the lesser you know, the safer you'd be for me.." he folded his arms on his chest. ".. just give me sometime and I'll make everything go back to normal soon"

I scoffed at his empty promise.

"I'm tired, Justin, very tired" I said "I'm also tired coming back from a very busy day at the cafe, only to meet an empty and lonely mansion everyday"

"I..."

I raised my hand to stop him and shook my head.

"My mind is made up, just sign the divorce papers and we'll both be finally free" I said.

He got up, stared at the papers with a deep and serious frown, then he sighed deeply.

"Fine, but I ain't gonna sign it now"

"What? Why not now?"

"Come to my concert and I'll consider signing it"

I narrowed my eyes as I wondered; what's going on up there in his head? what he he trying to do?

"I'm not coming to your concert, my presence there doesn't matter and..."

"Just come, I have a very important announcement to make and I can consider signing it after"

Wait, a very important announcement? Has he finally decided to make our marriage public? Has he finally decided to tell the world I'm his wife?

"Fine"

"Fuçk yeah!" he exclaimed quietly. "Did you receive the dress I sent? Do you like it?" he asked.

"No"

He sighed.

"I guess the delivery man will deliver it later, wear it tonight, I wanna see how it looks on you" he sighed. "It's been long I saw you try on a dress" he added.

"And whose fault is that?" I asked with a raised brow.

He speechlessly scratched the back of his neck and grinned goofily.

"I'm leaving"

"Oh, my driver will drop you off"

I quickly shook my head in disagreement.

"No, I prefer taking taxis" I replied him. "And tell your girlfriends to stop paying me visits, I might murder one of them someday" I added and headed towards the door, leaving Justin completely speechless.

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THIRD PERSON'S pov.

>>Swindle Twinkle Bridal Home<<

Ken drove into the parking lot, he carefully, yet hurriedly parked his car in an open space, then quickly alighted from his car and rushed into the building.

He bumped into a few people on his way, he'd muttered sorry and continue his journey, until he arrived at a room where different styles of wedding gowns are on display.

His eyes landed on a lady who's wearing a body tight red dress and was checking out herself in a mirror, he smiled broadly in satisfaction and walked towards her.

"You look so gorgeous in this dress, sweetie" he said as he hugged her from behind and kissed her exposed neck.

He stared at her face in the mirror and realized she wasn't looking happy at all, she quickly pushed him off her and turned to face him with a soul draining glare.

"You're late!" she stated.

Ken lifted his left hand and quickly glanced at his wristwatch, then released a sigh.

"I'm just a minute late, sweetie" he said and made to pull her into another hug, but she took a few steps back, creating a arm length space between them.

"It's just a minute, but the fact is you're late!" her eyebrows knitted as she narrowed her eyes. "Is it because of her?" she asked.

"Her?" he tilted his head slightly. "Who's her?"

She scoffed loudly, then stormed towards a couch and angrily slumped on.

"You're feigning ignorance, you're pretending as if you don't know who I'm talking about"

"Pamela, what the hell are you talking about?"

"The fuçk you don't know her, Steffany" she paused.

Pamela (Ken's fiancee) reached for her handbag and pulled out a few pictures, then slammed them on the small table in front of her.

"You came late because of her, right?"

He frowned as he stared at the scattered pictures on the table, he leaned down and picked one of them.

"You're keeping tabs on me?" he asked, sounding a little bit hurt, but Pamela didn't seem to care.

"Answer me!" she raised her eyebrows. "You're having an affair with her, you're cheating on me with her, right?"

Ken sighed and dropped the picture back on the table.

"Can..can we not talk about her, she has nothing to do with us..."

"She has everything to do with us" she interrupted him. "I heard you've been fooling around with her lately, tell me what enticed you in this homewrecker?"

"Come on, Pamela, you're being very mean with your words right now"

She sprang up and flipped her hair back.

"I'm being mean with my words?" she picked one of Steffany's pictures and waved it in front of Ken's eyes. "I'm being mean with my words because I called this husband snatcher a homewrecker?"

Ken's frown deepened immediately Pamela repeated those words, he snatched the picture from her and slammed it on the table.

"I'm not your husband yet,pamela" he corrected her. "And Steffany is just one of my many clients, I won't stay silent and watch you insult her!" he snapped at her.

Pamela paused and stumbled back slightly, her shoulders slumped down as tears brimmed up in her eyes.

"You yelled at me" she said quietly.

"Yes, because you were losing your mind and going too far" he paused and took a deep breath. "Since when did you started feeling so insecure?"

"Since you started fooling around with her!" she pointed at the pictures.

"Then you are just feeling insecure for nothing, Steffany doesn't have romantic feelings for me and she never will, she's just my client" he explained.

"Your client?" Ken nodded. "I thought your job is to help people with their divorce procedures, and from what I know she's single, how did she ended up being your client?"

"It's complicated and I can't tell you about it"

Pamela let out a dry laugh, then clapped her hands and nodded.

"It's complicated" she laughed loudly. "Just tell me she's your client in bed"

Ken raised his hand to slap, but quickly stopped himself and slapped himself instead.

"You're really being unreasonable right now..."

"I can't be reasonable when someone's trying to snatch my man!"

He stared at her silently, it's very obvious there's a lot running through his mind.

"Is this how you're gonna be suspecting I'm having affair with every female client of mine?"

"Yes, especially the ones who're being too close to"

His eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"Do you know what you're doing right now?" he paused. "You're making it seem as if I'm in a toxic relationship" he paused briefly. "Can't you give me a break to breathe?"

"I'll give you a break if you stop seeing her"

Ken took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I can't stop seeing her because we have business together, I guess we should be the ones to stop seeing each other instead and..."

"What do you mean? What are you trying to do?"

"I MEAN IT'S OVER BETWEEN US!" he shouted in her face which made her flinch back.

"W-what?!"

"There's no need for us being together, since you don't understand my job" that being said, he turned and stormed off.

Pamela stared at the direction he stormed off to, then released an angry and agonizing growl as she started pushing any and everything that's in her sight.

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STEFFANY'S pov.

>>S&J coffee and ice cream cafe<<

The taxi driver stopped right in front of my cafe, I alighted and paid him.

"Keep the change" I told him.

"Thank you, ma'am" he thanked me and drove off, then I rushed in without wasting time.

My cafe's already packed with customers, some were having hot tea, others were having coffees and cakes, and others are still placing orders -almost every table was occupied.

Wow, I guess God's compensating me for yesterday's low sales.

My staffs greeted me as I walked past any of them until I made it to the counter and Divya grabbed my arm.

"How did it go? Did he agree to sign it?" Divya asked me.

"Yeah, but under a condition" I answered.

"Condition? What condition?" Divya asked, sounding kinda anxious.

I scorned at her, then turned away from her and walked towards the coffee machine to get myself a cup of coffee, because I swear I really need it right now.

"Come on, come on, tell me, what's the condition?" she asked.

"Can you let me at least quench my thirst?"

"Oh"

She gestured towards the coffee machine and shut her mouth, then pulled out a stool and sat down. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the counter as I was making my coffee, with her eyes glued to my face.

"Stop staring at me like those creeps in bars"

She giggled.

"Then hurry up" she urged me.

I took a sip from my coffee and used my free hand to pull out another stool, then sat down.

"Come on" she urged me again.

"Well..." I dropped my coffee on the counter. ".. he said he'd consider signing the papers if I attend his concert tonight"

Divya's lips curved in an O, then she broke into a very wide grin and beat the counter softly.

"I knew it, I knew we're gonna attend his concert this time" she threw her hands in the air and inhaled deeply. "I can't believe my dream is coming true tonight, I'm feeling attending my idol's concert and I'm gonna be a VIP guest!" she exclaimed, drawing a few customers attention but I whispered sorry to them and they turned back to their businesses.

"Will you bring your voice down, you're disturbing my customers!" I snapped at her.

"Oh" she lowered her head. "We'll head to your house together, get ready there and go to the concert together"

"Why can't we get ready in your house?" I asked.

"Because yours is big and you're a fashion icon, I can get free trending outfits from your closet" she replied and grinned.

She's right about me being a fashion icon, I have every trending clothes, shoes or bags in my closet...what can I say, I love spending my money on myself.

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Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes ticked into hours and so the day went by in a blur, before we knew it, it's 6pm already.

"Time to close!!" Divya shouted.

"If you weren't a shareholder in my cafe, I wouldn't let you come here with this loudness of yours" I told her.

"Then I'm happy to be a shareholder" she winked at me and I shook my head.

I looked around, all my staffs have left and there's no customer coming in. I reached for my handbag and headed towards the door, with Divya jumping excitedly behind -she's a crazy fan of Justin's songs.

"Please promise me you won't turn my closet upsidedown" I begged her.

"I can't make any promises" she replied and laughed evilly.

I mentally facepalm myself as I could already imagine her rampaging through my closet, I could see all my clothes flying in different directions...I shuddered and gibbered quietly.

"Where's your driver?" she asked, referring to Ken.

"He's not my driver" I answered.

She rolled her eyes and mimicked me.

"And I think he should be with his fiancee by now"

"He's not here just when I need him to be a driver"

I couldn't help but laughed at her expression.

"You should blame your bad luck for that" I told her. "Let's hail a cab"

"Of course, that's the only way" she pipped in.

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Divya, I don't think wearing heavy makeup is necessary"

"Of course, it is" she replied.

"But..."

"Shut up" she cut me off. "We're doing this to catch your husband's attention, you wouldn't like it if he's staring at some other girl while you're also there"

I mentally rolled my eyes, as if he's not being fooling around with other girls.

"Just don't make it too heavy, I might sweat later" I told her.

"Sit still and shut up" she scolded me.

It's been almost two hours since we came back, and Divya has been trying different dresses on me until she found the one she like.

A knock sounded from the door, we both turned our heads towards it and saw Mrs Madison walking in with a small box.

"What's that?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but it has your name on it" she answered.

She dropped it on my dresser and opened it, there's a blue dress and a pair of matching shoe inside.

This must be the dress he asked me about this morning.

Divya quickly picked it up and we all gasped.

"You must wear this" she said.

"But I'm already wearing something else"

Divya gave me a 'you mean this?' look as her eyes trailed down my body.

What I'm wearing is not bad, it's a crop top and a blue boyfriend jean which is very convenient since we're going to concert. I don't understand why Justin would buy a dress and want me to attend his concert in it.

"You're wearing this!" Divya said with finality in her tone.

"Fine" I don't wanna argue. "But I'm not gonna wear those heels, I'm going with sneakers"

"Whatever!" she replied and giggled.

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Divya and I were like hundred feet away from the arena, ok, that's an exaggeration but we're pretty far from the arena and we could already hear screams of excitement.

Paparazzi and reporters are parading the place, I guess many of them are inside the arena too.

I quickly checked my phone to see if we came late, and indeed we're late but just by a few minutes.

"Let's hurry up!" Divya said impatiently, she grabbed my hand and increased her pace as we approached the arena.

Soon, we're already in and we've made ourselves comfortable in our seats at the VIP section. From the VIP section, I could see the whole place and it's totally jam-packed with fans.

Justin hasn't come out yet, but they're already screaming out their lungs, they must really love him and his music a lot.

Suddenly the volume of their screams increased by hundred folds, some of them also began blowing their whistles and even Divya that was sitting next to me, grabbed my arm very tightly and released a very loud scream.

"I can't believe I'm seeing him on stage!!" she shouted.

Her statement had my head turning towards the stage, and I swear I gulped at the jaw dropping sight that beheld me.

Justin's standing on stage, dressed in a designer black leather jacket, black leather pants and a hat with a pair of black boots. He's the perfect definition of a bad boy right now.

"Hello Los Angeles!" he said which increased the screams again.

How can they scream so loudly? Do they have elastic band in their throats?

"How y'all doin' tonight?!" he asked.

Series of 'fine' echoed all over the place as his fans went crazier than before, I winced but smiled because I understand this is their way of showing him their love and support.

He nodded and sent a kiss to everyone.

"Tonight, I'm gonna be singing every song in my first ever album"

His fans cheered him on.

"Let's get on with it" he said.

His fans shouted 'yeah' 'yay' and so on, then they finally calm down for Justin to sing.

♪♪cuz I don't care♪♪

♪♪You better hold on to it... ♪♪

My mind couldn't help but take me back to the old days, when Justinn just started his music career, he had only hundred fans or so. How he got over 700 million fans is like a dream.

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I was pulled out of my trance when I heard whistles and continuous cheers, then I looked back to the stage and saw Justin clapping with a very wide grin.

"Those songs are dedicated to someone very close to me" he said.

Does he know I'm here? If yes, did he know I'm sitting here? Can he see me? As if to answer my question, his eyes glanced my away but only for a split second that I thought it's just my imagination.

"I wanna tell you all a secret!" he said.

Everywhere was instantly silent, no more hooting and cheering as everyone was eager to hear his secret.

My fingers suddenly went cold, my heart started beating fast for no reason and I couldn't help but tap my feet on the ground -I guess I'm also eager to hear what he wanna say.

"I've been hearing news every day, the paparazzi and reporters told everyone I'm a playboy" he paused and laughed. "Well, that's not true, that's a big lie. Do I look like a playboy to you?" he asked the audience.

"Nooooo!!" Everyone shouted.

I winced as some group of girls behind us wouldn't stop screaming no, they were jumping and laughing loudly.

"Alright, the truth is..." he trailed off and waited for everyone to settle down again. "...I am just a normal guy, I'm also in love with someone, I'm madly in love with her and she's my soulmate..."

My stomach churned in excitement, I felt my cheeks flaming up as I blushed real hard and I quickly covered my cheeks with my hands.

".. she's the love of my life, we've been through thick and thin together..."

I couldn't help but think back to those old days, when Justin and I still lived in that abandoned house, when Justin and I were newly weds.

"... she's my wife. I have always been a married man!" he raised his left hand and flaunted his ring finger, showing everyone his wedding ring.

I was expecting his fans to be heartbroken, but these crazy girls did the opposite, started jumping excitedly and screaming happily.

I looked at him to continue his words, but he only glanced my way briefly and shook his head.

"But I'm not gonna say her name" he smiled and glanced my way again.

What? Wait, that's all? Is this the so-called important announcement he wanted to make? He's not gonna tell everyone who he's married to? Is he ashamed of being married to me?

"Let's go, Divya"

"Huh? It's not over yet, he just announced to everyone that he's married, aren't you moved?" she whispered.

"It's kinda stuffy in here, let's go somewhere I can get fresh air" I said and grabbed her hand, then pulled her with me.

"Where are we going then?" she shouted above the noise.

"A karaoke!" I replied

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THIRD PERSON'S pov.

"...thank y'all for your love and support, goodnight, LA!" Mr Bieber shouted and bowed.

Fans roared loudly as they all yelled goodnight in return, and started chanting 'Justin, Justin, Justin, Justin' another were also screaming 'we love you, Justin' while waving banners in the air.

Mr Bieber's eyes glanced at the empty chair which his wife was sitting earlier, he did another bow and got off stage as fast as he could.

Immediately he stepped off stage into backstage, his assistant (Julius) rushed to meet him with a panicked expression and showed him his phone, but he didn't bother taking a look.

"Mr Bieber, Mr Pedro watched your show and heard your announcement...."

Mr Bieber raised his hand and cut off his assistant, he took off his gloves as he headed towards his dressing room.

"Julius, enough about Norman" he's referring to Mr Pedro. "I don't care what he thinks, his opinion doesn't matter anymore and he should stop calling my fuçking phone or I'll smash it" he said nodding at his phone vibrating in Julius hand.

"But he want to see you urgently, he'd..."

Mr Bieber stopped outside the dressing room, he grabbed the door handle before turning to face Julius.

"Fine, tell him my woman's becoming impatient and I had to make that announcement to soothe her for the time being"

"Yes, Mr Bieber" Julius replied.

His phone started ringing immediately Mr Bieber's stopped, he checked the caller and realized it's still Mr Pedro calling, he quickly answered it and started relaying Mr Bieber's message to him (Mr Pedro).

At that same moment, Mr Bieber's phone started ringing again, he checked it and saw Dave flashing on the screen. He turned to hand the call over to Mr Bieber, but Mr bieber has already entered the dressing room.

Julius quickly entered the room too and handed the phone to Mr Bieber, who was taking off his pants.

"Dave" he whispered to Mr Bieber and rushed out to continue speaking with Mr Pedro

"Hello, Dave" Mr Bieber answered the call.

"Sir, Mrs Bieber is getting wasted at a karaoke" Dave reported from the other end.

Mr Bieber sighed softly.

"Quick, send me the location and I'll come get her home" he replied then hang up, but not before hearing a faint 'yes, sir' from Dave.

He finally undressed, then rampage through his clothes as he searched for something else to wear. After much searching, he settled for a plain white t-shirt, a blue ripped off jean and a white baseball cap.

"Mr pedro said you should call him" Julius reported when he entered the room again, he's done talking on the phone.

"Arrange a car for me" was the reply Mr Bieber gave.

"Aren't you gonna call him?"

"I said arrange a car for me, I have somewhere else to be right now!" Mr Bieber said firmly.

"Yes, sir, right away" julius replied and started typing away in his phone.

"Should I arrange guards too?"

"No, they're only gonna draw fans and paparazzi's attention"

Mr Bieber reached for a random mask and wore it, then tucked his hands in his pockets and headed towards the door.

"Is the car ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, it's in the underground garage" julius answered as he opened the door and Mr Bieber stepped out.

"Come with me, you're gonna drive"

"Yes, sir"

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Steffany's pov

>>Dovey karaoke<<

♪♪.. heaven's a heartbreak away♪♪

♪♪never let you go, never let you down♪♪

♪♪I won't give up, nah, nah♪♪

♪♪Don't you give up, nah, nah♪♪

♪♪Let me love you... ♪♪ I sang loudly.

My aim of coming here wasn't to sing, I meant to drown my pain and sorrow in alcohol, I don't wanna cry or think about Justin's misbehavior, hence, I resorted to alcohol.

But unfortunately, after glass and glass of cocktails, the alcohol finally took control over me, and I couldn't stop myself from singing along every song and getting all emotional.

It's been about, two hours since we came and I've been singing for approximately,forty-five minutes.

"Divya, come on, join me" I invited Divya to join me, but she shook her head and waved her hand indicating no.

"You're so deaf tone right now, I don't wanna deal with you until we're ready to go home" she replied.

But I didn't wanna take no for an answer, I reached for a spare mic on the table and threw it carelessly at her, she caught it and glared at me when her drink spilled all over her skirt.

"Steffany!!" she growled, but I simply laughed.

"Sing with me" I told her, then continued singing and waving my left hand in the air.

"Alright, that's it, you've had enough and it's time to get you home" she said.

"No!" I replied firmly and stomped my feet on the ground to show my seriousness.

Divya dropped her half drink on the table, snatched my mic and threw it on a sofa across the room, then grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, but I wouldn't let her.

I dragged my feet on the ground and continued singing, giggling occasionally as I considered her efforts of pulling me out of the room fun.

"No matter how hard you try to resist, I'm gonna get you home tonight!" she snapped, but it only made me giggle more.

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THIRD PERSON'S pov.

>>Another room in Dovey karaoke<<

Ken stared blankly at the glass of Hennessy in his hand, he's been holding this drink for thirty minutes without even taking a sip, meanwhile his friend's already on his fifth glass.

"Change the music!" his friend shouted above the music, but nobody changed it.

His friend gulped down his drink and glanced at Ken, he sighed when he noticed Ken's still on his first glass.

"Hey, man, you're the brokenhearted here, but why does it seem as if I'm drinking on your behalf?" he asked.

Ken still didn't move his eyes from the drink, he snatched the drink from Ken and slammed it on the table.

"Let out your feelings and don't bottle 'em up, it hurts more when you try to bottle them"

"I'm not feeling hurt" Ken said.

"You're not feeling hurt? Then why did you bring me here?"

Ken took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he closed his eyes for a second.

"I just needed somewhere to clear mind" he said.

"Hm" his friend hummed and nodded his head in agreement.

"Drake,am I wrong for breaking off our engagement?"

His friend (now known as Drake) paused, he stared at ken for a moment and sighed.

"That's not the right question, the right question should be, did I really break off our engagement because she's feeling insecure?"

Ken tilted his head, but remained silent and blankly gaze on the table.

"She's not the problem here, Ken, you are.. you don't love her"

"I do, I love her"

"No, you don't, because if you truly love her, you wouldn't break off the engagement so easily" Drake reached for his glass. "What were you trying to prove breaking up with her? That she was right about you having an affair with your clients?"

"I...." Ken couldn't find words to say, he simply shut his mouth and closed his eyes.

Drake gulped down his drink and started pouring himself another glass, but stopped halfway when his eyes landed on Ken's untouched drink, he reached for it because he knew Ken wouldn't drink.

"Personally, I don't like that Pamela girl too, so, I'd naturally support your decision of breaking up with her, but..." he trailed off and tilted his head with a slight frown. "...both your parents have been friends from ages, you and Pamela are childhood friends too, which was a guarantee to both your parents that letting you two marry is the best option for merging your respective family business..."

Drake sighed deeply and shook his head.

"... now that you've broken up with pamela, do you think your parents would spare you if they find out about this?"

Ken remained silent as he's deeply in thoughts, he lifted his body off the sofa and held his head in his hands.

"But... it's because Pamela doesn't understand the nature of my job, she thinks I'm having affairs with all my female clients and I fear she might physically harass one of them someday" he said.

"I understand you, bro, but you've just worsened the case and confirm her suspicion, I... "

Ken stopped listening to Drake as his ears pricked up, when he heard a familiar voice singing very loudly and so out of tune.

"Steffany?" he questioned himself unsurely.

"Who? Steffany? Who's that?" Drake asked him.

Ken ignored his friend's question and sprang up, then dashed out of the room and came face to face with a very drunk Steffany and a tipsy Divya

"Come on, Steffany, you've sang enough for one night" Divya tried to persuade Steffany to stop singing, but Steffany wouldn't listen.

"Divya" Ken called Divya to make his presence known.

Divya raised her head, but quickly scorned when her eyes landed on Ken and she glared maliciously at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, I was having a drink with my friend inside" he nodded towards the room he just came out of. "And I heard her voice" he nodded at Steffany. "Then I rushed out to check if I heard correctly, and I did heard correctly"

"Humph!" Divya huffed.

She put an arm around Steffany's waist and leaned Steffany's body on hers, then started staggering towards the exit door.

Ken quickly rushed in front of them and stopped her.

"Are you sure you can get both of you home?" he asked.

"Yes, now make way!" she replied harshly, giving Ken no room for negotiation.

Ken quickly gave way, but unfortunately she and Steffany fell before she could take a step.

"I guess it's best I give you girls a ride" he said.

Divya wanted to say something, but he didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Besides, you're both drunk and driving in a drunken state is against the law"

"I'm not drunk" Divya defended herself.

"But you have alcohol is flowing in your system right now, you don't want the cops pulling you over and harassing you, right?"

Divya glared at him for a few seconds, then nodded reluctantly.

"Fine, but don't try anything funny with her!" she warned him, pointing at Steffany who's still singing.

Ken nodded, he leaned down and swooped Steffany in his arms, then headed towards the exit door with Divya rushing behind and glaring at him all the way.

Steffany soon fell asleep immediately her head rested on Ken's chest, he looked down at her and smiled as he shook his head. This is the first time he's seen her in a drunken state and he find it cute.

Someone suddenly grabbed Ken's shoulder from behind immediately he made it outside, he turned with a questioning frown only to come face to face with a white baseball cap and a mask.

"Let go, man" he tried to shrug off the guy's hand, but the guy's grip was firm.

"First,hand my woman over" the masked man said.

Ken scoffed.

"Hand your woman over? Who the fuçk are you to claim?" he asked.

"Her husband"

Ken's frown deepened, he tilted his head to take a good look but still can't recognize the mask man.

"The fuçk you're her husband, scram!" he growled.

"I said hand my woman over!"

Divya suddenly started giggling when she recognized the masked man's voice, then rushed to hug him and released a fan girl scream.

"You're here, you're finally here, Justin!"

He slammed his hand over Divya's mouth and looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone in sight that heard her, and fortunately, there's no one.

He gestured her to shut up and withdrew his hand from her mouth.

"Bring your voice down, a paparazzo might be just around somewhere, don't scream my name like that" he said.

He took off his mask, which made Ken gasp quietly and he staggered back slightly, he couldn't believe Steffany's husband whom haven't showed up for years is actually standing in front of him tonight.

"Can you hand her over now?!" Mr Bieber asked as he clenched his jaw.

"Yeah, hand her over to her rightful owner" Divya chipped in while sticking out her tongue at Ken.

"I can't, I'm barrister Ken, the lawyer working on her divorce and since she filed for divorce, it means she doesn't want anything to do with you"

Mr Bieber narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ken,there's a sudden deep hatred growing from the deepest part of his stomach, and he felt like landing a punch on Ken for supporting his wife and encouraging her to proceed with the divorce.

"I haven't sign the papers yet, which means, I'm still legally her lawfully wedded husband and it's best you hand her over to me now, or I won't be able to control myself and give you the privilege to kiss my fist!" Justin said slowly, but scarily.

Ken looked down at Steffany who's still singing in her sleep, he sighed and reluctantly handed her over to her husband.

"Goodnight" was all Justin said, then turned and walked towards his car.

"Oooh, this is so romantic, I love the possessiveness and jealousy" Divya gushed and quickly rushed after Justin

"You're welcome" Ken said even though he wasn't told 'thank you'.

Justin entered his car with Steffany still in his arms, Divya also got in the passenger seat and the car took off.

Ken heard Drake's familiar voice laughing behind him, then turned to him with a small frown.

"What are you laughing about?"

Drake shook his head.

"Nothing" he answered. "He was just looking so cool handling you, if you broke up with Pamela because of her..." he shook his head. ".. give up because you don't even stand a chance against him" he tapped Ken's shoulder sympathetically.

"Fuçk off!" Ken shrugged off Drake's hand and headed towards his car.

"Be honest with me, do you love her?"Drake asked, referring to Steffany.

"No, I have a fiancee..."

"Whom you've broken up with" he reminded Ken of the reason they came to the karaoke in the first place.

"...and Steffany's a married woman"

"But she's divorcing her husband soon"

"Say one more word about Steffany again, and I'll leave you behind"Ken threatened him and he quickly shut his mouth, then rushed to the passenger seat.