CHAPTER 55: GIFTZahra's Pov*Ummi is an Arabic word that means 'mother'*I rushed to where my mother knelt, begging and crying for me to forgive her. "Get up, Ummi," I hissed, an annoyed expression on my face. She raised the pitch which she was crying at and started to roll her body at my feet.I looked at Dashiell who just shrugged and sighed before getting up. "Her name is Maryam," I mouthed to Dashiell, and he sent me a thumbs up. "Maryam," Dashiell called, his voice stern and commanding. She got up immediately and put her palms together. "My darling Zahra, please forgive me. I am so sorry, please. I have wronged you so much, and you are my only daughter." I shut my eyes for a second, trying to control the anger that was brewing within me. "Ummi, I don't want to get angry at you now. I am in a very good mood, and seeing you here has caused my happiness to drop drastically. So, please leave." Her cries increased, and I stomped my feet and shot an angry look at Dashiell, who i
CHAPTER 56: POISONOUS ARROWS Zahra's Pov.Dashiell and I watched keenly as Gotham and Blazer dug the shovel into the ground. The night air was chilly and serene, as the only sounds we could hear were the frogs croaking and the soft thud of dirt hitting dirt.My mother was Muslim, and she followed the rules of Islam better than she followed the rules of good living, and it would be best if we respected her religion and buried her the day she died.I didn't like Ummi at all. I wasn't sure of any moment in the past when I felt like my mother was there for me. But, she didn't deserve to die by someone else's hands. If I were being honest with myself, she didn't deserve to die at all. At least, not yet. As the hole deepened, I heaved a sigh, my eyes darting over to the corner where my mother's body was wrapped binded a white shroud with tiny white ropes which binded the cloth together."Well, she had to die at some point," I mumbled and looked at Dashiell, a smile appearing on my lips.
CHAPTER 57: THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES 1Zahra's Pov I would be damned if I chickened out of this war because of the Intel we were getting on Damian's preparation to attack. But as the day went by, I began to have negative feelings about the whole situation.It seemed too easy. And, even if I didn't know Damian like that, with what I had heard, I knew he wasn't going to go easy on his brother. But, that wasn't the secret I hid from everyone on mine and Dashiell's team who were practicing and plotting immensely so we would emerge victorious. The secret was that I was afraid. I was afraid for Dashiell.My Dashiell. I heaved a sigh and leaned into the plush leather seats of one of Dashiell's limousines. My luggage was kept in a car which followed closely behind us as Gotham drove to my apartment building. My hands slowly moved to wipe the tear that had just rolled down my face. I know how much I had begged Dashiell not to go to Italy yet, but he refused. He said something about a fam
CHAPTER 58: THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES 2Dashiell's PovThe engines revved along the streets as I hit the brakes to speed up the pace at which my black, Hennessey Venom F5 car moved.Steering the wheels with one hand, I felt a smile creep onto my lips as an image of Damian's shocked expression when he later sees me in Los Angeles filled my thoughts.Who wouldn't know that an invitation to go to a family gathering like that was in fact a trap? Although the basis of his plan about everyone in our family helping him to take control of my empire would have made me really pissed. Thankfully, I made Gotham the mole who I placed to watch Damian. I figured how botched the plan we had would look if nobody got on the private jet. But, at the end of the day, I found someone who was willing to take my place.My cousin, Richard.Richard and I looked almost similar. He would pass as me if not for his strawberry blonde hair. But, thankfully, we had Siobahn make us a custom wig and a 3D printed mask wh
CHAPTER 59: I SMELL DEATHDisclaimer: This chapter is filled with gore and the death of a character.Zahra's PovThe rain lashed against the car's windshield, the droplets falling heavily and hitting the glass, mirroring how my heart thumped while I side-eyed Maya who was driving toward Dashiell's cabin on the outskirts of the city.Leaning against the passenger side door, I shut my eyes, my head resting on the cold window as my thoughts drifted off to what happened earlier."I probably overreacted, and I'm sure you think so too," I mumbled, my voice barely audible over the rain and soft music from Rosé of Blackpink playing in the background.I didn't look up from where my gaze was fixed on, but I could tell that she was looking at me. Biting my lower lip, I sighed as trails of tears rolled down my cheeks to the glass. Maya's gaze lingered on me for a moment, her eyes softening with concern. "I won't lie…" she started, her voice breaking through my spiralling thoughts. "You were righ
CHAPTER 60: VIVUSZahra's Pov The slightly cold and harsh prick of thorns pressed against my knees, damp from the rain that had started to fall. It was a light drizzle at first, just enough to seep into my skin, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued on the coffin in front of me, sitting silent and still beneath a thin black cloth.Next to the coffin was a large frame which stood on two antenna-like poles, with a hand-print of "Here lies the body of Dashiell Blackwood," written on the frame.A tear trickled down my chin as I reached out, my fingers trembling as I brushed the side of the coffin. I wanted to open it, but it was locked and binded by strong, silver chains. "Wise…men say," I sang, my voice low and shaky. "Only fools rush in," I mumbled, my gaze shifting to the trees which were now swaying in the wind. "Fuck me," I cursed under my breath as the tightness in my chest increased and became difficult to hear. I bowed my head as the drizzle became steady, the drops tappi
CHAPTER 61: MY LOVEDASHIELL'S POV "Regardless of the alliances made in secret to disrupt my term as godfather, I am willing to give you all another chance to right your wrongs, hence the removal of some of you from my board," I said, leading the room which was once silent to now be filled with hushed here and there gasps.I tilted my head to the side, making eye contact with my uncle, Domenico, who formerly sat at the head of the table. "You will be taken away from here, stripped of all your wealth and titles for conspiring against the current godfather to be removed from power," I added, my gaze shifting to the stack of paper in front of me. Heaving a sigh, I leaned back on my seat, the weight of sharp pain in my chest leading me to let out a grunt. Zahra, who was seated next to me, immediately reached for my hand and caressed it."There will be no room for pleas because I have already given you a second chance, the second chance being that I would not kill you, of course. You w
CHAPTER 62: DETOURZahra's Pov The hum of the private jet was calm as we headed back to LA. Thankfully, Dashiell recovered in less than two weeks, which gave us plenty of time to shop for Italian itineraries and their luxurious accessories.Leaning back on my seat, I flipped lazily through one of my favorite magazines, my entire focus on the women draped in beautiful Italian fur coats and jewelry. Dashiell sat across from me, tapping on the keys of his laptop as he had unfinished work to handle. Adela sat quietly, her head buried into a newspaper as usual, nothing much except for the short image that plastered in my mind of her coming to Dashiell's Italian mansion to beg that she only had good intentions in wanting to be godmother. He had no intention of punishing her, nor did he give her a letter with a red stamp. I turned another page of the magazine and furrowed my eyebrows as something thin and heavy slid out from between the glossy sheets, falling onto my lap with a quiet thu
Chapter 94: I'll Miss Tomorrow, Even When It Passes.Zahra's POV *Two Weeks Later*It had been two weeks since I learned to start walking again. Each day, every step came with its own pain—my muscles that felt too heavy, my balance that took forever to make my feet firm on the ground, and my lower abdomen that would ache every time Dashiell took me for a walk in the evenings, his arms on the small of my back, holding on to me like he knew how hard I would fall if he left me. Luckily, I managed to push through it all, ignoring the aches, until my body finally began to remember what it felt like to be able to do things on your own. Now, as I stood here in my bedroom, I could hardly believe that after all I had been through... I was still alive. After many near-death experiences and so many years of living in sadness, loneliness, and pain, I was still alive.I took a deep breath, smoothing my hands over the soft silk of the dress Siobhan had chosen for me—a dark green gown that shone
Chapter 93: Where It EndsZahra's POV*Three Months Later*I lay wrapped in a shroud, everywhere in total silence. I couldn't hear a thing, but I could see the blinding white light from a torn part of the shroud. Suddenly, a familiar, soft, and rhythmic beeping filled my ears, and in that instant everything went blank.Where was I? And why was everywhere so dark?I tried to stand up, but it felt like I was chained through the shroud. Through the torn part of the piece of cloth, I could see a speck of light trying to pierce through the darkness. As the light began to grow, I started to feel my body again, though every limb felt heavy, as though I had been asleep for a century.The light began to illuminate the whole place, swallowing the darkness that there once was, and I felt myself being broken free from the chains."Where am I? Where's Dashiell?" I tried to scream, but it only came out as a whisper.I struggled to open my eyes, blinking against the brightness. My head began to hur
Chapter 92: ALL OR NOTHINGDashiell's POVI stood outside Zahra's hospital room, watching her fragile figure on the bed, monitors beeping rhythmically, her skin even more pale than the white sheets that covered her. With every second that I stood there watching her, I was reminded of how close I had come to losing her because of Carolyn.I should have never let her come with me to Italy.My thoughts drifted back to when I got signals from Zahra's chip on my phone. Then, at the same time, Gotham called me that Carolyn's car started speeding unusually, and he started to move at their pace, but they started driving through long, narrow, and unknown roads. Then he lost them.How dare you, Aunt Carolyn?I was so close to losing my beloved because of your hatred for her. And, even if you didn't like her, what about me? Do you not care for me? Your own nephew?I sighed as I recalled getting to the scene where the signal was coming from, and we couldn't pass that area because of the car that
Chapter 91: ONE LAST TIMEWhere I came from, the world was a spiral of dull colors and muffled sounds. Pain shot through every part of my body, sharp and unwilling to leave. I could feel the warmth of blood still trickling down my forehead, sticky against my skin, and the metallic taste of it in my mouth."Am I alive?" I whispered as I forced my eyes open, squinting against the blinding afternoon light filtering through the trees.A voice echoed in the distance, but I couldn't tell who it was as it was very faint. I blinked multiple times, struggling to focus and understand what I was doing here. The car. Carolyn. The crash. I remember jumping out of it, trying to save myself, and now... where was I?With great effort, I tried to push myself up, my hands trembling beneath me as I leaned against a rough tree trunk. The dizziness was becoming toooverwhelming, and my body felt like my bones had turned into hammers, and they were hitting my body from inside out. "That's if you make it o
Chapter 90: Zahra's DeathZahra's POVThe next morning, I found myself reluctantly getting ready for Carolyn's tour. I'd chosen a hot pink bodycon dress that stopped around my ankle, paired with a pair of stiletto heels, and my hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. In case we stopped by a restaurant because I barely ate at the Thanksgiving dinner.At the beginning of the dinner, it felt mostly... peaceful, and I thought Siobhan lied to me about them being overly problematic. Until the fights broke out between Marcello and Isabelle. They tossed plates at each other, broke glasses, and yelled around. And, before I could manage to sneak out of the hall, one of Dashiell's cousins, Jana, caught me by the arm and pulled me aside with four of her friends and began to ask what Dashiell saw in me that he didn't see in other girls.I rolled my eyes as I brushed those thoughts off, stepping into the car that Carolyn had arranged for our use, but when I got closer, I noticed it was empty. I lo
Chapter 89: Carolyn's OutingDashiell's POVSitting at the head of the table, I watched my family members meet my gaze, the room silent as they waited for what I was going to say next.Domenico sat beside me, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and constantly glancing at me. I leaned over, lowering my voice just enough to be heard by him alone. "I trust you know why you are here. You are going to die, Uncle." I murmured, my voice firm. Domenico's face tensed, but he gave a small nod and looked away.Once everyone was settled, I rose to my feet, raising my glass. "Thank you all for coming to the annual Thanksgiving celebration," I began, my voice steady. "I am grateful for all your roles in making sure that our legacy grows and remains unified in purpose. We all have our duties as members of the Blackwood family. And, even if you are not of Ottoman descent, you will always be a part of us." I paused, allowing my little speech to sink into their brains. "Tonight, I'm pleased to share a n
CHAPTER 88: ONLY MY LOVE MATTERSZahra's POVDashiell pushed me back onto the bed, moving to kneel between my legs as his hands gently spread my thighs apart."You don't want to see my surprise? I'm offended." I joked, propping myself up with my elbow.He chuckled softly, pressing his lips against one thigh before looking up at me. "Would you be mad at me if I told you I had already seen it?" I gasped playfully, biting my lips as his tongue started to trail up my thigh. "But..." he continued, "I want to see you wear it. Maybe somewhere other than this filthy palace." he said, leaning down, his tongue flicking on my core through my panties."Mhm..." I moaned, curling my toes, which were pointed at the ceiling. He looked up, his gaze meeting mine. "Like that, love?" he asked, his voice low. He leaned down again, not waiting for a reply, his hands tugging on the sides of my panties before taking it gently and pulling it down my legs."So beautiful..." he mumbled, trailing his fingers
CHAPTER 87: ARRIVING AT THE PALACEZahra's POV"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in Italy in forty minutes." The pilot said, his voice crackling over the speakers.Finally.My gaze shifted across the jet cabin to where Maya lay silently on Adela's lap, watching an episode of her favorite anime, InuYasha. Adela watched it with her, her hands massaging her scalp.It's been a week since Maya was found unconscious in Oregon. She was still at the hospital with Adela when we started packing for the Thanksgiving Celebration, but because she didn't want to miss it, she begged Dashiell to convince Adela not to stay behind with her, that she also wanted to see what the Thanksgiving Celebration was like. Dashiell agreed, but only on the condition that we took a doctor with us.I looked toward a different cabin, and eyed the doctor who was munching on a large sized burrito and eating ice cream while watching something on her laptop. She noticed me watching her and eyed me with a frown on h
CHAPTER 86: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SONDashiell's POVThe chill in the Oregon air seeped into my coat the moment I stepped out of the car with Zahra next to me. I felt her fingers brush against mine, as we walked through the hospital entrance. Inside, the sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nose. My jaw tightened as I spotted Blazer standing in front of a ward, waiting with a sloppy expression on his face."They are working to stabilize her," Blazer said as we came closer, keeping his voice low. "She's still unconscious. They aren't sure when she'll come around."I gave a small nod, and without saying anything, followed him down the long corridor that led to Maya's ward. "Liam's father called me earlier," he added, his voice barely audible. "He was the one who told us where to find Maya. He said Liam sent him a video of Maya chained up and bruised. The man was practically raving and rambling about unrelated things before we could get the location out of him."I let out a low hum. "So what