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Divinity's Decent Chapter 39
"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time." — Maya AngelouChapter 39I wouldn’t even have known what to do with a typewriter if it was placed in front of me, talk less of the sleek and modern laptop device. Sensing my apprehension, Jacobi popped it open, showed me how to launch Microsoft Excel, and how to input the required data. Bismillah, I whispered under my breath before placing my fingers on the keyboard. As I tried it for myself, I realized he hadn’t been lying at all. The keyboard was very similar to the typewriters I’d been taught how to use in school, and within the hour, I was comfortably transferring the information from the files to the machine.As I worked, he proceeded to continue organizing the place, which included unpacking books from a box, deliberating additional modifications with some workmen who came at different intervals, and several discussions on his phone. He was clearly determined to get the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Divinity's Decent Chapter 40
"The course of true love never did run smooth." — William ShakespeareChapter 40I woke up the next morning with a song on my lips and joy in my heart. From the moment I got out of bed, it felt like I was being carried by butterflies; my heart, body, mind, and soul were floating, basking in the euphoria of my newfound feelings for the doctor. Not even for Jason nor yusuf had I felt this kind of overwhelming, all-consuming love.I couldn’t help but replay every single detail of the day before, remembering every feature of his handsome face down to the small birthmark on his left earlobe, the smooth baritone that enveloped his impeccable diction, and his smell that was a potpourri of mint, lemon, and musk. Everything about him was intoxicating, and I was ready to do anything it would take to be with him. Ya Allah, was this love or madness? I had heard of Qadr, divine destiny, and if love was written for me in this way, how could I fight it?As I dressed up
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13Divinity's Decent Chapter 41
Chapter 41“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Lao Tzu –But the next day when I got to the hospital, not only were there two additional people there, Jacobi looked even less interested than he had the day before. After a brisk introduction, he left again to conduct interviews. Thankfully, the two new hires, Evelyn, the administrator, and Helen, a nurse, were people I knew from town, so it hadn’t been too awkward. I couldn’t help but mourn the loss of our privacy, though. How were Jacobi and I supposed to fall in love under this kind of circumstance, in full view of an audience?As the days rolled into weeks,our ‘audience’ grew in number, adding two more auxiliary nurses, three qualified nurses, a matron, two doctors, three cleaners, and a janitor. By the start of the fourth week, not only was the place fully staffed, we had opened our doors to the patients. I remained at t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-14Divinity's Decent lust
Chapter 42"Desperation makes the heart reckless, and a broken soul will seek solace in the strangest of places." UNKNOWN In a single stride, I closed the gap between us, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.At first, I felt him tense in surprise, and then softened as his own hands seemed to rest on my side, but then suddenly, he pushed me away.“What was that, Zeynep?!” he exclaimed in horror.“What did you do that for?”I looked at him, shocked by his reaction. “This is what we both wanted, Jacobi. Tell me you haven’t wanted this from the very first day we met?”“Wanted what? Christ!” he exclaimed. “You’re a married woman, Zeynep. What is this heck?”By now, I was beyond mortified. “jacobi…”“Please leave!” he shouted. “Just go, I beg you.”Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart broken by his rejection. If I’d been asked to imagine a million different ways that would have played out, him rejecting me would never have been one of
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-16Divinity's Decent guilt
Chapter 43"The choices we make echo through the lives of others, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in screams.” Unknown So, I continued to dance, rolling my hips the way I saw the other women do, smiling as I made eye contact with each and everyone of the men looking at me, showing them what they desired…but would never have.“You’re a real naughty one, aren’t you?” Blaze said, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me close enough to feel his erection.That was the wakeup call I needed.I wriggled out of his grasp, but he wasn’t prepared to let go. His hands were roving around my whole body, and when he reached for my breasts, I slapped him hard across the face.“Are you crazy?” I yelled.He put his hands up. “My bad. Forgive me. I guess I got too excited.”Almost as if doused by a bucket of cold water, I looked around, at the gyrating people around me, and I suddenly wondered what on earth I was doing there.“Take me home,” I said. “I want
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-16Divinity's Decent leaving
It takes strength to leave, but it takes even more strength to stay gone.” Unknown chapter 44 There they were again, the averted gazes. Walking back from the hospital, and even upon getting to the ranch, where there weren’t scornful looks, there were averted gazes. Just like I had been twelve years before, I was the reason another young man was now fighting for his life. “AWhat were you thinking?” Madam Maria lamented later that morning. She’d come to my bedroom where I was still sitting like an effigy, over an hour after my return home. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes. “Blaze of all people? Someone even Catherine is older than! And you allowed him to be rubbing your body in the full glare of everyone in that God-forsaken place? Do you know how many people saw you? Do you know how many people are dishing first-hand news ?” A lone tear rolled down my face as I looked at the distraught madam mariai, and I didn’t have to be a genie to know why she was so distressed. She
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17Divinity's Decent No Chains, Yet Bound
I ran in silence, hope held tight, But shadows found me in the light. Glass shattered, hands like steel, A fate too cruel, a pain too real. No cries, no plea, just whispered prayer, As darkness led me back to where A ghost from past and fire untamedStood waiting there—he spoke my name. *By unknown*Chapter 45"You look better today," Madam Maria remarked as I struggled with breakfast. "Make sure you finish your food and get plenty of rest. In time, everything will blow over, and things will be back to normal."I offered a strained smile, my spoon hovering over the half-eaten plate of eggs and toast. She meant well, but her words felt empty. Nothing would ever be normal again—not after everything that had happened.I glanced at the clock. Catherine and I had agreed to leave the house by 10 a.m., and it was already a few minutes past. My fingers drummed against the table. Had she
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-18Divinity's Decent finally death?
Some wounds do not bleed; they burn deep into the soul, leaving scars only the heart can see. And sometimes, the cruelest prison is not made of walls, but of shame, silence, and the hands that should have held us with love." “Unknown”Chapter 46Looking at him, he was like the devil himself.As the men dragged me out of the van, his scowl slowly morphed into a sardonic smile.“Hey, be careful with her. She’s very important cargo,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You guys can go. I’ll see you later today.”I stood with my head bowed, as the thugs got back into their van and drove off.“Zeynep, Zeynep, the party girl,” Ibrahim remarked, his smile now a full-on grin. “You can’t imagine my surprise when they told me that my Zeynep, my own baby, was seen gyrating in a nightclub. I told them, ‘No! Not my zeynep!’” He whipped out his phone. “It wasn’t until they sent me these that I realised they were actually telling the truth.”I couldn’t
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Divinity's Decent The Eyes of Farewell
"And suddenly you know… It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings." – Meister EckhartHer eyes clouded with tears, and I turned back to look at the officer. “Can I speak with her in private first?” When he hesitates, I add. “I promise, she’ll answer all your questions later. Just give me the chance to talk to her first…to get her more comfortable.”That seems to do the trick, and he nods in agreement. I look at Ibrahim and Yusuf, and neither one expresses any reservation.Taking Catherine's hand, we enter the old vintage house. “Are you the only one home?”She nods, her body shaking like a leaf. “Zeynep, I didn’t know she was going to do it. Please, don’t let them take me.”“Nobody is going to arrest or take you,” I coax her.She wipes her eyes. “I know you’re angry with me. Angry because of…”“Because of the minister ? Catherine, you should know better. I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me. I thought we were friends,”
Divinity's Decent In the Name of the Father”
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” — Stephen King“Poor girl, you don’t know how much I pitied you every time you came here, thinking she was your friend,” he said, still looking at me. “Almost from the moment you arrived, she did everything she could to get you out. I used to shake my head as she encouraged you to continue to receive that one,” he beckoned at Ibrahim with his chin, “in your bed, deceiving you that it was the only way to have some footing in the house, though she knew full well that the more accepting you were of his son, the more it angered Omar and pushed you away from him. She thought he would have sent you away years ago and didn’t anticipate you staying for as long as you have.”“But the minister had so many other women. Amanda, Clara, Lauralee, Clementina…just to name a few,” I say, my head still spinning. “I was the least of her problems.”“You were the one he ca
Divinity's Decent “The Basement Wife”
“The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.” — African Proverb“Where is maria?” Ibrahim demands.That soon becomes the question on everybody’s lips. Where is madam maria?Mary answers when she is summoned to the room. “I don’t know where she is. She hasn’t come upstairs today.”That in itself is an ominous sign, as madam maria has not for one day missed coming up from her basement apartment. Even when she hasn’t felt her best, she has at least ventured up to monitor the progress of work.“Let’s not get too hasty,” I pleaded. “Anyone could have intercepted the minister's meals. Let’s not jump to the conclusion that she did it.”“I agree,” Yusuf supports. “There’s no way madam maria could have done such a thing. Have you seen the state of her since he died? She’s even taking it worse than the rest of us.”“Nobody is suspecting her,” officer mark clarifies. “It’s just important that I ask her a few questions about who she believes might have had a
Divinity's Decent Bloodline & Poison
“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” — Michael CorleoneNobody left the table, and their meals remained untouched. Ibrahim, I’m not surprised about, as I know he is determined to watch me like a hawk so I don’t escape. I’m not surprised about Yusuf either, as his fondness for me has made him distressed about the unfolding situation. But kamsir…I just can’t figure out the sudden about-turn in his behavior towards me. It simply makes no sense at all.A little under an hour later, officer mark walks into the room.“Good morning, all,” he greets. “Forgive me, but I had a meeting with the head of security in the country at Washington, hope you know the minister’s death hasn't been taken lightly . May I?” he asks, beckoning at a seat and proceeds to sit when Ibrahim gives a dismissive wave of the hand. “So…you say you have found the killer?” There is no mistaking the cynicism in his voice.“There she is,” Ibrahim answers, pointin
Divinity's Decent Confessions in the Wake of Silence”
“We are all sinners, but some of us are better at it than others.” Ruthless People by J.J. McAvoyI don’t fight as my mouth and nostrils fill with water. Instead, I close my eyes and pray that the end will be quick. I push myself further down, trying to hurry the process. I hear water splashing from the tub to the floor and push myself even further still. It is better for me to leave this world than to continue to hurt the people around me.The water has started to overwhelm my body and my breathing has started to falter when I hear what sounds like screaming. I struggle as I am abruptly pulled out of the water, fighting off the hands holding me, wanting desperately to return to my watery grave. But the person who has botched my mission will have none of it. “Help! Help! Somebody help!” kamsir shouts, wrestling with me. He soon overpowers me and is able to lift me out of the bath.Seated on the floor, I am now coughing and spluttering, water seeping
Divinity's Decent Remember Red”
"The conscience is a wound that never heals and no balm can ease its pain. You can run from the law, deceive the world, and silence the voices of others, but the voice within—that merciless whisper of truth—echoes louder with every breath. There is no punishment greater than the knowledge of the wrong you have done, no prison tighter than the guilt you carry. And when your sins are dressed in the blood of the innocent, even redemption begins to look away." — Unknown“jacobi ? Jacobi that was just talking to us inside?” Yusuf exclaims. “How is that even possible?”Jacobi puts up no resistance as the police bundle him into their van, and there are more shouts of disbelief as the car drives off. Nobody can believe that the mild-mannered doctor is the one who has committed such a horrible crime, the vicious killer on the loose.“I said it, but you all thought I was crazy,” comes Ibrahim’s voice, as he emerges from the crowd. “I said it was that d
Divinity's Decent The Silence That Screamed”
“Grief was the celebration of love, those who could feel real grief were lucky to have loved.” — Chimamanda Ngozi AdichieAs we drove up to the ranch, there were dozens of people at the gate. News of the minister’s death has reached the media and, as expected, their grief is palpable. The movement restriction is still on, with nobody allowed into or out of the premises. Getting to the house, I am surprised that the number of policemen there seems to have doubled. I’d thought that with the chief officer in the station, there would be none of them at the ranch, but there they still are, pretty much everywhere you turn.I ask for my lunch to be delivered to my room, and I am asleep very shortly after eating it, mentally and physically exhausted. With the mystery of the minister's murder still rife, whether we like it or not, we are all prisoners in the house, even the prospective groom. I feel saddened that the reason for Yusuf’s trip back home has bee
Divinity's Decent The Widow’s Silence
"Some wounds run too deep for the eye to see; they bleed in silence, beneath layers of performance." — UnknownAfter a quick shower, I manage to nibble on some biscuits as I sit in the living room with all the doors open, watching as the police talked to the staff in the dining room, one after the other. When Yusuf and Ibrahim return, the police officer who I learned was the head of the Boston department,named Mark, asks to meet with all four of us again.“I’ve already sent a request to the hospital, for them to make arrangements for an autopsy,” he says. “I believe that will help put everyone’s mind to rest.”“Is it really necessary? Isn’t it obvious the way he died?” Ibrahim asks. “He was stabbed in the stomach and had a chair broken over his head. The evidence is there for all to see.”“Yes, but we still have to conclude which of the two injuries killed him, Sir,” he answers. “We also spoke with all the staff. One of them has been arrested as a poss
Divinity's Decent Blood, Wine, and Whispers
"You can’t play the game if you’re afraid to get your hands dirty." — Ruthless People by J.J. McAvoyI am drifting in and out of listening to the conversation the Police officer is having with Ibrahim and Yusuf.Kamsir is still sitting lifelessly on the bed, and the crowd of domestic staff loitering by the door has been dispersed. I look again at my husband’s body, sprawled on the floor, soiled with blood, vomit, and if the smell in the room is anything to go by, feaces. What a sad, shameful, and ungraceful way to go!And I loved it!!!“But, you had already left,” I say, finally finding my voice. “You left in the morning, under very unpleasant circumstances. How come you were around to have wine with him late at night? I saw him with kamir at about 8pm, and you weren’t with them.”All eyes turn to me, bewildered, until Ibrahim points at his chest, “Are you talking to me?”“What unpleasant circumstances?” the officer asks.“Nothing. It was just a small family misu
