old habits die hard
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chapter 8
Ryan pov:
I couldn't sleep with the excitement of seeing my belle again. I knew she was not engaged. She thought she could escape me. But even the beast didn't let her belle go...at first. However, I'm just going to make a little change and won't let her go....ever. If she was to be engaged the authorities would've informed me. I smirked as I remembered my mishap. I might have accidentally thrown the papers in fire.
Flashback
I was fuming as I thrashed my office in rage. My chest was hurting and my vision was red. I had planned to divorce her but just to show them. I would never divorce her for real. It was just to keep her safe from the danger. But I never expected her to still be cosy with that Maher. I received those pictures while I was away for business. I knew who sent those, no matter how much I wanted to believe that these could be fake however I couldn't deny what my eyes was seeing. She was way too close for my liking and the way her eyes shown was disturbing. It just added fuel to fire. It gave me a reason to insist her to sign. It tore me to pieces when I saw what she did for me and the fact that she was looking like an angel. And the fact that I accused her of such vile deed, I was ashamed myself.
I saw the truth in her eyes. She was pure. Too pure for me. But she was mine, she still is. The door to my office opened and in walked the person I hated the most at the moment who was the reason I was feeling this lost. My father and Rimsha. Both were grinning and that just made me more annoying. He came to me and glanced at the table to see the divorce paper signed. However my signs were fake. Those documents were fake to begin with, but they needn't know that. Rimsha came to me and held my arm as she said, "we'll finally be together, Ray." She tried to sound seductive but it just disgusted me. It took everything in me to not throw her down the window. I kept my face blank as they both grinned while looking at the divorce papers.
I leaned over my desk and took hold of the file as well as the documents of a deal that was beside it. Those papers looked similar to the ones with divorce. I dragged the file and hid the deal papers under the file. Opening the file I hid the divorce paper under them as well as the deal papers. Both on either side of the file. I grabbed the file from the divorce side along with divorce papers and walked back towards the cabinet of files. Hastily I dumped the papers in middle of the cabinet making sure I was covering the whole cabinet. I took the marriage papers out of the cabinet to avoid any suspicions. Turning around around I found father and Rimsha curious gaze following me. I waved the papers in front of them and put the paapers and files there.
"Marriage and property papers." I said nonchalantly. Rimsha beamed and my father took them along with the papers on desk. For a minute I worried that he might look into the papers but he just put everything in the folder and nodded towards me. "Be ready by tomorrow." I gave him a blank glare. Rimsha winked at me and followed my father out. I just hoped he won't see those papers. Once I was sure they are gone, I turned and stalked towards the file cabinet and took out the divorce papers. Holding a lighter I set those papers on fire and dropped them in the bin. Pictures or not, you're forever be mine.
I was content knowing Alishba was still mine. However, I deeply regret the way I treated her. But it had to be done. I would rather have her hate me and away then under six feet ground.
The next day I was married to Rimsha but still thought about my love, my belle.
Flashback over
I called my private detective, Emerson.
"Hello, Mr. Nawaz." His rough voice came through the phone. "Hello, Emerson, do you have what I asked for?"
"Yes. Do you want me to tell you on phone or come there-" I cut her in between.
"Just tell me now." I was being impatient.
"Very well, Ms. Alishba or now known as Ms. Maria Mughal changed her name three years ago. Reasons are unknown, it felt like they were trying hard to keep it a secret. The authorities won't give in, someone powerful is hiding them as powerful as you." What is she hiding?
"Okay, I'll find it on my own, anything else?" I asked and heard his hum. "Yes, she is now an owner of a well known business that deals with interior designing. She is quite successful and owns different branches in this state and plans to expand more in other states." I felt a wave of pride through me. Thats my belle.
However, he continued, "she lives alone with a housekeeper. There are few people who visit her at her house. There's Mr. Rameez Ahmed, Ms. Nadia Ahmed. And your family." My mouth set in grim line as I heard Rameez's name. Those two seem pretty close. And I didn't like that. "Okay, thankyou Emerson. Notify me if you find something new." After hearing his approval I cut the call and searched for Alishba's or should I say Maria's work address. I had a perfect idea on how to get her to talk to me.
I drove through the streets and after half an hour I was parking in front of her office. It was nice building, not as tall as mine but good. I was proud of my love. She stood on her own feet despite everything I did to her. I just hope she will forgive me and accept me. I walked in the building and walked up to the reception area. A girl with brown hair was typing away on the computer. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She glanced at me and her eyes widened, "Mr. Nawaz. H-How may I-I help you?" I smiled at her and looked in the lobby before looking back at her, "I would like to talk to Ms. Ali-I mean Ms. Maria." Her eyebrows furrowed as she she looked in her computer then at me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nawaz but she did not came to office today." This time my eyebrows deepened, "why?" My thoughts slipped from my mouth before I could say anything else.
She just shrugged and said, "I don't know, Mr. Nawaz. But, I'm sure her PA would know. Do you want me to check with her and tell you?" She inquired nervously, i know I might have been looking like those brooding man, but I meant no harm. I nodded and mumbled a please before she got her phone and dialed someone, probably her PA. But the thought invading my mind was why she didn't came? Was it because of yesterday, no. She had seemed so confident. Then why? Is she okay? My thoughts got interrupted with a clear of throat. I moved my gaze up to see the receptionist, "Uh...she said that Mr. Rameez called earlier to inform that Ms. Maria was not feeling well so she would not be able to come to office today. You can give me the message and I'll forward it to her, if you want." I nodded at her, "I'll just have her PA's number thankyou." She nodded before giving it to me. She gave me the card and and I said my bye before going back to my car.
What was she doing with that Rameez? What is so important that she didn't came to office? What are you hiding my sweet belle?
I drove back to office and went straight to my room. I dialed the number written there and smirked, Now I have to call other people to contact with my belle. "Hello, am I talking to Ms. Maria PA's?" I asked as soon as the call connected. "Yes, how may I help you sir?" I inwardly smirked and said through the phone.
"I need an interior designer to renovate my office and my house."
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