LINGERIE'S SPECIAL GUEST

CHAPTER 44: LINGERIE'S SPECIAL GUEST

ZAHRA'S POV

I let out a deep sigh as I settled into the plush leather seats of Dashiell's limousine, my thoughts wavering over everything that Anthony said, especially the part where he revealed that Dashiell influenced my marriage with Malek.

I gazed out the tinted window, my eyes following the blurred city lights, before turning my head to Dashiell who sat in silence, his hands tapping across his phone's screen.

"Dashiell," I called, breaking the silence, my eyes fixed on the seats before us. I felt his hands squeeze mine, leading me to turn to face him. "I have so many questions," I said, my hands gliding over my neck, where the chip was hidden.

I could feel his sharp gaze plunge holes into my neck. "Why-why did you push your father to influence my marriage to Malek? And…why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" I said almost inaudibly, praying desperately that he would answer me.

"Many reasons," he answered. "I pushed my father to do that b