CHAPTER 13: YOU ARE ON YOUR OWNI leaned into the lounge chair on the balcony that led to my room. My mind was wallowing up my self-confidence as I thought of how I embarrassed myself in front of Dashiell.But, how could he say that we were nothing to each other? It's not as though I expected him to say we were more than friends, but the least he could have told Maggie was that we were business partners. I heaved a sigh and walked towards the strong, white railing, and started to overlook the estate's surroundings."Soon, all these will be yours," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, startling me and bringing me back to the present. I turned around to find Malek smiling at me like he had just seen his favorite basketball team win the game.I put my hands on my waist and raised an eyebrow, "Excuse you? What's your deal, Malek?" I watched as he started to walk toward me, he took out a paper from his pocket and stretched it toward me. I eyed the piece of paper before collecting
CHAPTER 14: SECRET BUNKER As I was dragged toward Malek's secret bunker at the far end of our estate, I could hear squeals and excited gushes from the maids in the estate. They were happily moving around the chateau, throwing decorations and flowers everywhere, because apparently, today was Malek's mistress's baby shower. Barney didn't even bat an eyelid at me as he pushed me out of the chateau, and neither did the maids. I have never known any set of broke people who were more worthless than the maids at the Kashem estate. "Why are you doing this?" I mumbled in a choked whisper as Barney began to unlock the bunker's door.He said nothing and opened the door before shoving me inside, leading me to fall on the ground and then scrape my knees on the rough flooring.He looked at me before closing the door. "I am sorry, but I am just taking orders from Mr Kashem," he replied and then slammed the door.Then I was left lying on the cold ground in a dark, cramped, and smelly room that ha
CHAPTER 15: MALEK'S DEATHDASHIELL BLACKWOOD'S POV The smell of fresh cigarettes filled my nose once again as I tossed the phone to the nearby leather couch after getting off the call with Zahra.That insolent little bitch, Zahra Eres. How could she break off a plan that we shared a mutual understanding over a trivial matter? How could she be so immature? I got up and paced around my dimly lit study, which was draped with thick brown curtains, and designed with posh, black-leathered chairs.I looked towards Gotham who stood by my study door and waved him to come forward. "Get me another bottle of alcohol, and bring my new sports car around," Gotham looked surprised at my order, his eyes gleaming with suspicion, "Should I tail right behind you, sir?" He asked, but I shook my head to say no."Don't follow me," I answered, my voice laced with venom.*************I swerved left with one hand on the steering wheel and the other clutching a glass of Italian rum as I pulled over at t
CHAPTER 16: YOU KISSED MEZAHRA'S POV My eyes flew open to find everything around me in color white, and my thoughts drifted off to Malek crushing my hand and leading me to fall off the ladder."Am I in heaven?" I muttered under my breath. I soon felt a soft hand on my wrists and I shuddered in fear, only for me to get up and find Mrs Wilson sitting close to where I lay while gazing lovingly at me.She chuckled lightly and cradled my rosy cheeks, "No dear. You are in the hospital. You suffered some head injuries earlier, do you remember?" I nodded my head to say yes, but my thoughts were far away from the confinement of the room. If Mrs Wilson is here, that would mean that it was Dashiell who came to rescue me after all. I didn't want to ask Mrs Wilson directly but I just had to.But, before I said anything, she spoke up. "Your son, Salem is such a sweet little boy. He would have come to the hospital with me but my husband is watching over him at home," She said softly.At home? W
CHAPTER 17: TILL MORNING I could feel Mrs Wilson's eyes on me from the start of dinner till the end, but I tried to avoid meeting her eyes. What Dashiell did was so embarrassing for me to want to share, but I guess she saw everything so there was no need to hide anything. The atmosphere was getting tense with no one but us here as the heavy rain had prevented her husband and my son from coming home."Are you okay now dear?" Mrs Wilson asked, placing her palm over mine.I forced a smile, "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied and the air became tense again."I feel bad seeing you like this after witnessing what happened outside, and I won't say anything to support what he did but what I will say is that Mr Blackwood didn't have an easy childhood, and what he had gone through contributed to the emotional wall which he built around himself,""Well, he wasn't the only one who had a hard childhood," I muttered under my breath, unconsciously rolling my eyes.Mrs Wilson smiled, her eyes softening b
CHAPTER 18: BOIL THEMThe soft knocks on the door stirred me up from my sleep. I didn't open my eyes, but I could hear Mrs Wilson's gentle voice call out to me. "Zahra, dear, are you awake? My husband had to leave early and I do too, so I brought you breakfast," I opened my eyes to find my leg sprawled across Dashiell's body, and our faces inches apart. My gaze softened as I took in the handsomeness of his well constructed face. God really took his time to sculpt a man as handsome as him.As I began to stare at him further, ignoring Mrs Wilson's disturbing knocks, he opened his eyes, leading me to jump back and hit my head on the wall."Ouch," I whispered, caressing the place that had just gotten stitched.He furrowed his brows and eyed me suspiciously, before grabbing his shirt from the floor.By this time, Mrs Wilson had stopped knocking for five seconds, and before I knew it, she was back."Zahra!" She screamed nicely. "You have to open the door for me to bring you food," Dashi
CHAPTER 19: LIAR! I tightened the thin strap on my orange, knee-length gown as I walked through Mrs Wilson's opened door. A smile spread on my lips as I looked back and saw her and Mr Wilson waving through the open window that overlooked her freshly mowed lawn.I soon turned around to face Dashiell who was leaning on his navy blue Cadillac car, and dressed in an all black suit. It had been two weeks since Dashiell allowed me to give an order that my father and brother should be killed, and since then, I haven't spent an hour apart from happiness and joy. Every day after that, Dashiell usually came to have dinner with us at the house, and sometimes he would stay the night. My heart was full of joy as I started to give second thoughts toward him liking me. After all, the whole Malek issue was over, and I had already signed the inheritance papers to allow my son to be in charge of the entire Kashem empire, and finally, everything felt like it was in place.Last night, Dashiell call
CHAPTER 20- CONGRATULATIONS, LANDLADYI slowly opened the door to Mrs Wilson's house as she had given me a spare key in case of a time like this. The interior of the small house was dark, and I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I turned on my phone's flashlight."12:19 am," I mumbled to myself as I unconsciously checked the time.I started to tiptoe to my room, and as soon as I got there, I dragged my luggage from under the bed and started to stuff my clothes inside. When I was finished with mine, I dragged the luggage to Mrs Wilson's porch, slithered over to my son's room, and started to pack his things too, before carrying him on my shoulders and leaving the house."Dashiell must not find me here," I muttered under my breath as I struggled to balance the two luggage on my own. I settled the load outside Mrs Wilson's gate and immediately ordered an Uber which came in less than fifteen minutes, and I was off to a hotel to stay for the night.************I woke up as early as 6 am an