All Chapters of The Unwanted Marriage : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mecael"The fuck?!" Aria screamed and jumped backwards.I was on my knees,my hands clasped in front of me. My head was bowed as I could not bring myself to meet her eyes. I did not have it in me to see the anger and hatred in them. "I'm sorry…""This is insane." Her hands waved in the air. She observed me for a while then begun pacing up and down. Both her hands were placed on her waist."What–""Please forgive me." My voice was strained as I hurt inside. If only I had known that he was his father then I never would have pulled the trigger. My fists would not have marked his face. The hot needles I used to carve his skin,none of those would have happened. But they had and I cannot change that fact.She suddenly came to a stop."Why?" It came out with her breathe."I killed your father." I state without adding anything else. I had no explanation as to why I had done it. I was sent,but that was not enough. I never understood what father had against the man because the two were not eve

MecaelAria's phone had beeped when we were with Mesta,since then she had been avoiding my gaze. We shared the same bed but she squeezed herself on one end. I had gone to two missions but she did not insist to accompany me to either of them.Tonight,she was going to tell me what the problem was. I needed to know for me to be able to fix it. If it's someone who was bothering her then she had to tell me. Getting rid of whoever it was won't take much energy or time.The bathroom knob turned. She walked out already dressed in her pajamas. White sweats and a grey jumper. Her hair fell behind her back dried and oiled. She never once oiled her hair before bed. It was clear that she was buying time so I'd fall asleep."Oh,you're still awake." She said closing the door."I am." "Okay." She stretched on the 'a'I sat upright. "Aria…we need to talk.""What?" She stopped rumpaging in the closet. "What do we need to talk about?" She scratched the back of her neck."Sit." I tapped on the bed besid

Aria"Hell no,Mesta. We've been through this already!" Mecael yelled putting his gun down and throwing his hands around in the air.Mesta had walked in the armour room while Mecael was getting ready for their next mission. He was to be accompanied their men since Alex was not back in shape.I did not know the details but it was not going to be so dangerous. He said he won't get out without a wound or two but he promised not to die. That was all that mattered. Him coming back to me."And every time I never agreed with you." Mesta replied in a bored tone.Mecael exhales deeply. "You don't get it,do you?""No. You are the one who doesn't get it. So I'm going to this mission and that's final." She takes off her jacket.Mecael grabs it and throws it around her shoulder. "Here's a fun fact,you're pregnant."Mesta turned while rolling her eyes. "And here's a fun one as well,even disabled people are capable.""You are not disabled." Mecael grumbled."Exactly."Mecael gasped. "You make no sens

AlexI closed my eyes, breathing in and out. I counted to a hundred then counted again till I lost track of my counting. I still couldn't believe that my father had it in him to do what he did. I knew he was ruthless but to his son…bile rose to my throat. I struggled to swallow. A hot tear burnt my left eye. I opened my eyes allowing the ball to fall. I sighed and shut my eyes tight again.My arm hurt. Like real pain. My brain knew that I was under anesthesia but the other part clung to the pain I felt after the drugs had worn out that time. The burning pain. The stings. How something that had happened hours ago felt like it took place only a second ago.I brought my other arm around my belly. My fingers grabbed my shirt and clung to it.I still couldn't get over it. The pain was too much to bear. I coiled to my side. I brought my knees close to my chest.I hugged myself with one arm and I broke down crying. My chest twisted and turned and I did not know how to remove what I was fe

MecaelI sat slumping in my seat. Greg looked at me. His expression laid between pity and an urge to laugh at me. He was suppressing it really well."I'm sure you did not call me to see you in such a state."I gulped the drink I had in hand."And you are having alcohol at this hour of the day with no special occasion." He tapped his fingers rhythmically."Oh Greg…" I let out air through my mouth as I added another drink."You know you shouldn't be drinking like that. You'll end up slipping, completely.""Who cares if I slip at this moment.""Okay. Shit's gone down. Start talking.""Aria knows her mom is alive.""Isn't that a good thing?""It would have been had it come from my stupid mouth that I had chosen to keep shut.""Okay. Okay. How did it happen?""I was preparing for a mission that would have happened smoothly even with my absence.""Your father insisted that you go?""Yes. So Mesta walks in and starts preparing.""Okay." He says while nodding his head."I try to stop her.""W