Lorenzo's POVWhen I woke up that morning, the sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the empty space beside me. Zia was gone. A wave of mixed emotions washed over me—happiness at the thought of her finally taking a step for herself, but also a deep sadness that she had left without saying goodbye. I rolled over, expecting to see her there, but the sheets were cold and untouched.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts of the previous day—the arguments, the accusations. I had felt justified in my anger, but now it seemed hollow. I reached for the bottle of vodka on my nightstand, pouring myself a drink to dull the ache in my chest.As I took a sip, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loss. Zia was my wife, and despite everything, I still cared for her. I grabbed my phone and called the driver.“Where’s Zia?” I asked as soon as he picked up.“She left early this morning in an Uber,” he replied.My heart sank at his
Zia's POV A week later, I found myself scrolling through social media when a post from Sophia caught my eye. My heart sank as I saw the picture of her hand, adorned with a sparkling ring, resting on Lorenzo's shoulder. The caption was filled with joy and excitement about their engagement, and it felt like a dagger piercing through my chest.It hurt more than I expected. I had always thought that the contract marriage between Lorenzo and me would evolve into something real, something meaningful. But now, with the divorce finalized, I realized how naive I had been. I had stayed with Lorenzo for so long, largely because of his grandfather. He was the reason I had held on for as long as I did, hoping for a change that never came.I shook my head, trying to dispel the painful thoughts as I drove to the hospital for my antenatal care appointment. The morning sun filtered through the trees lining the road, but it did little to brighten my mood. My mind was clouded with images of Loren
Zia's POV I didn’t know what I felt, but I knew it was real. The emotions swirled inside me like a storm, and I couldn’t comprehend them. All night, I tossed and turned, replaying my conversation with Raymond in my mind. It was absurd to think that I could develop feelings for him so quickly, especially with everything that had just happened. But there was something about his sincerity, the way he looked at me with such warmth and understanding, that stirred something deep within me.Mira noticed my distraction throughout the night. She kept glancing at me from across the room, her brow furrowed with concern. I tried to shake off my thoughts, but they clung to me like a shadow.The next morning, as we sat at the kitchen table over coffee, she finally spoke up. “Zia, what’s going on? You’ve been out of it for days.”I sighed, setting my cup down. “It’s… complicated.”“Complicated how?” she pressed, leaning closer.I hesitated but knew I couldn’t keep it from her any longer. “It’s
Zia's POV As we strolled through the park, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers, I felt a surge of emotions that I couldn’t quite contain. Raymond’s laughter echoed in my ears, and the way he looked at me made my heart race. In a moment of spontaneity, I leaned in and kissed him again. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but as soon as our lips met, he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine.When we finally broke apart, breathless and slightly dazed, I couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “Wow, that was… unexpected.”“Unexpected? You mean amazing,” he replied with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling. “But seriously, what does this mean for us?”I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. “I don’t know yet. Everything is happening so fast. I just got out of a marriage, and now here I am kissing you.”Raymond chuckled softly. “Life is unpredictable. But I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. I care ab
Lorenzo's POV I sat in the boardroom, surrounded by a sea of suits and stern faces, the air thick with tension. The news of Zia's resignation as my personal assistant had sent shockwaves through the office. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, a mixture of surprise and curiosity. I had expected whispers and speculation, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her absence.“Lorenzo, how do you respond to this?” one of the board members asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. “Zia was an invaluable asset to this company,” I replied, my tone steady. “Her contributions were significant, and her departure is a loss for us all.”The room fell silent, each person processing the implications of her leaving. I felt a pang in my chest—a mix of regret and frustration. Zia had been more than just an assistant; she had been my confidante in a world that often felt cold and calculating.Even though Zia did a mis
Lorenzo's POV I turned to Zia, my heart pounding as I asked, “The timelines ain’t right. Is the pregnancy mine?”She looked me in the eye, and for a moment, the room fell silent. The weight of my question hung in the air, thick with tension as my family watched her intently. I could see the flicker of emotions crossing her face—surprise, fear, and something else I couldn’t quite place.“Does that matter to you now, Lorenzo?” Zia asked, her voice steady but laced with an edge. “We have divorced, and I have a man now…”“That goddamn man you’re talking about is my half-brother!” I shot back angrily. “Stop the shit motherfucker and tell me the truth.”Raymond chimed in, his tone defensive and firm. “You don’t get to scream at my fiancée now, Lorenzo.”The room was charged with tension as we faced off—me, raw with frustration and confusion, and Raymond, protective of Zia in a way that made my blood boil. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I struggled to contain my emotions.“Fiancée?” I
Zia's POVAfter a long, exhausting day, I finally got home, my mind still swirling with the events that had unfolded. The weight of my decision to marry Raymond loomed heavily over me, and I needed to talk to someone who understood. I picked up my phone and called Mira as she went to work and wasn't home yet. “Hey, Zia! How did everything go?” she asked, her voice bright and cheerful.“It was… overwhelming,” I admitted, sinking down onto the couch. “I agreed to marry Raymond in front of everyone, but I still feel so unsure about everything.”Mira paused for a moment before responding. “You need to focus on preparing for the baby too. Have you thought about going shopping for baby things?”I hadn’t even considered it until now. “I guess I should,” I replied, feeling a flicker of excitement amidst my uncertainty.“Let’s go together! It’ll be fun, and you’ll need all the help you can get,” she suggested enthusiastically.“Okay, that sounds good,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “Ma
Third Person's POV Lorenzo paced the floor of his office, his mind a storm of frustration and regret. The sight of Zia stepping out of Raymond's car had ignited a fury in him that he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just anger; it was a deep-seated ache that reminded him of everything he had lost. He had gotten used to having her around, and now, with her engaged to his half-brother, it felt like a betrayal he couldn’t comprehend.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He picked up his phone, staring at Sophia’s name on the screen. She had been trying to reach him, but he didn’t want to deal with her right now. Not when Zia was consuming his thoughts.“Mr Lorenzo!” one of his employees called from outside the door. “We need your input on the new project.”“Get in here,” he barked, irritation spilling over. The door opened cautiously, and his employee stepped inside, clearly wary of Lorenzo’s mood.“Sir, we’re behind schedule on the marketing analysis,” th
At the New HospitalZia stepped out of the cab in front of the new hospital, pulling her hijab closer around her face. She wanted to stay unnoticed. Her eyes scanned the entrance before she walked in, her steps steady but careful.The hospital was big and clean, with shiny floors and the smell of disinfectant in the air. Zia walked through the hallway, keeping her head down. She didn’t want anyone to recognize her.At the reception desk, a nurse looked up from her computer.“Can I help you?” the nurse asked.“I’m here to see Lorenzo,” Zia said, her voice quiet.“Lorenzo who?” the nurse asked, her eyebrows raising slightly.“Lorenzo Audrey,” Zia replied.The nurse paused, her eyes narrowing a little. “And you are?”“I’m… family,” Zia said.The nurse didn’t look convinced. She picked up the phone and made a call. Zia stood there, her hands tucked under her coat, waiting.After a moment, the nurse hung up and turned to her. “I spoke with Mr. Edward Audrey. You’re allowed to visit. Lorenz
Chapter 41Zia was damned gone from the flips, head fogged as the SUV rattled to a stop in front of Nia's run-down, junkied-out building. The zicky looked worse every time she showed up, like the concrete itself was getting high and crumbling under the weight of its sins. She stumbled out, gripping the SUV door for balance. The stench of piss and rot wafted in the breeze, mixing with the distant sound of someone shouting obscenities. Classic Nia’s territory.She took a deep breath—regret instantly—and headed inside, her boots clunking on the uneven stairs. The door to the apartment was ajar, a faint cloud of smoke seeping out. Zia pushed it open, and there they were.Mira and Nia. Kissing.Zia blinked, the scene in front of her like a twisted fever dream. Nia, her sister who couldn’t keep her shit together long enough to stay clean for a week, and Mira, her so-called best friend, tangled on the couch like teenagers sneaking behind their parents’ backs. Nia broke the kiss, her lips sme
Third person's POV The man didn’t get far before Grandpa Edward Audrey’s men tackled him to the ground after a wild chase down the hood. A sharp gun butt to the head silenced his struggle, leaving him sprawled on the pavement. Moments later, another SUV screeched to a halt nearby, and the men roughly dragged the intruder into the vehicle before peeling off toward Nia’s place.Back at the scene, Grandpa Edward Audrey stood composed, Zia nervously at his side, while one of his enforcers, a stocky man with a cigar clenched between his teeth, approached. “We’ve got him,” the man said gruffly. “What now?”“Interrogate him,” Grandpa replied coldly. “Make sure he talks. I want everything.”Turning to Zia, he motioned toward a sleek black SUV parked a few steps away. “Get in,” he said. “Let’s get that drink.” Without waiting for a reply, he climbed into the vehicle, and Zia hesitated briefly before following, her mind racing with unease.The bar was dead silent, a hole in the wall that scr
Third Person’s POVNia’s place was a damn pit—a cramped room with mismatched furniture, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts, and the faint stench of spilled booze and stale sweat. The kind of place where the air felt thick with stories no one wanted to tell.Zia sat on a lumpy couch, her knees pulled to her chest, glancing sideways at Nia and Mira. The two hadn’t said much since Mira arrived, their awkward silence heavier than the smoke clouding the room. Mira flipped through an old magazine like it owed her money, while Nia cleaned her nails with the edge of a battered pocketknife, looking bored as hell."You two gonna act like strangers all night?" Zia asked, breaking the quiet.Mira snorted. “Ask your sister. She’s the one with the attitude.”Nia didn’t even look up. “Don’t come in here acting like you know me, princess. This is my space, not your high-rise drama.”“Alright, alright, enough,” Zia said, her voice low but firm. “I didn’t come here to babysit your beef. We’ve
Third Person's POVOutside the new hospital, the air felt too quiet, like the world held its breath for what was coming. Eight black SUVs roared up the drive like a storm, the engines snarling before they cut off in unison. Doors slammed, heavy boots hit the pavement, and out stepped Grandpa Edward Audrey, leading the pack like a goddamn warlord. His cane tapped the ground with authority as he strolled toward the entrance, his entourage a ripple of dark suits and watchful eyes.The hospital staff froze for a second, then snapped to action, ushering him inside. A medical supervisor, a lanky guy with a clipboard that looked like it weighed more than he did, hustled up to him."Mr. Audrey," the supervisor started, voice trembling just enough to show respect—or fear.Edward nodded but kept walking, his sharp gaze sweeping the hospital like he owned it. Maybe he didn’t on paper, but everyone knew that money and power made the rules, and Edward Audrey had both in spades.The supervisor
Third person's POVNia and Zia sat inside the dim, grimy room that reeked of stale smoke and spilled liquor. The cracked walls seemed to sweat secrets no one dared speak aloud. Nia flicked open a battered pack of cigarettes and shoved one toward Zia. “Here, take the damn thing,” Nia muttered, already lighting hers. Zia waved it off, her other hand resting protectively on her rounded belly. “Can’t. You know why.” Before Nia could respond, the door creaked open, and a jittery junkie girl stumbled in, her eyes darting like a trapped animal. “Someone’s askin’ for Zia outside,” she rasped, scratching at her arm like she could dig out her demons. Nia was on her feet instantly, snatching her pistol from under the stained couch cushion. She cocked it with a practiced motion, ready for whatever hell might walk through that door. “Wait,” Zia hissed, eyes narrowing. “What’d they call themselves?” The junkie girl blinked, her lips twitching like she was piecing together half-forgotten wor
NowThird Person's POVZia’s head pounded as her eyelids fluttered open. The world spun in a haze of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and damp walls. Her body felt like dead weight, slumped against a rickety old chair.“Rise and shine, little sis.”The voice was raspy, smug, and painfully familiar. Zia’s head snapped up, and there she was—Nia. Leaning against the wall, dragging on a cigarette like she owned the air in the room.Zia blinked, her throat dry. “Nia?” she croaked, her voice raw.“Surprise,” Nia smirked, flicking ash onto the dusty floor. “Long time, no see, huh?”Six years. Six years since Zia had seen her sister, and she looked as chaotic as ever. Nia’s jet-black hair hung in jagged waves, her eyeliner smeared like war paint. She wore a ripped tank top, jeans that had seen better days, and an expression that screamed, trouble’s here.“What the hell are you doing here?” Zia snapped, her voice shaky but laced with anger.Nia shrugged, taking another drag. “Grandpa called. Sa
Third Person's POVFive Years AgoThe streets were a labyrinth of cracked asphalt, broken glass, and desperate souls. Zia sprinted down a narrow alley, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her feet pounding the ground as if her life depended on it—which it did. She clutched a small packet of snuffed narcotics tightly in her hand, its weight burning into her palm like a brand.Behind her, a chorus of angry shouts echoed through the labyrinth. Junkie girls, lean and fierce, barreled after her like a pack of predators. Their leader, a wiry figure with sharp features and a cruel smile, stood at the entrance of the alley, her arms crossed. She didn’t run; she didn’t need to.“Zia!” the leader’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. “You really think you can outrun me? Not on my streets.”Zia’s legs burned, but she pushed on, refusing to look back. She knew what awaited her if they caught up, but the hope of escape was quickly fading. The narrow path ended in a pile of garbage and rusted
Zia's head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness, finding herself wedged in the backseat of a car. On either side of her were strangers—a stern-looking man on her left and a woman with a piercing gaze on her right.In the driver’s seat, another woman gripped the wheel tightly, her knuckles pale, while a man sat beside her, tapping impatiently on the dashboard. “How much farther?” he asked, his voice rough.The driver hummed nonchalantly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Just shut up and drive inside that damn area,” she muttered, her tone sharp and dismissive.The car took a sharp turn, rattling over bumpy dirt roads until they reached a rundown local home with an open gate barely hanging on its hinges.The group moved quickly, dragging Zia from the car. She stumbled, disoriented, as they hauled her through the creaky gate. Inside, the commotion of raised voices filled the air.“Are you crazy?” someone hissed from the shadows. “Do you have any idea how fast the cops are movi