CHAPTER EIGHT
Kacie
Days after Zayn had me on panic mode, everything seemed to go back to normal. Apparently, Zayn had collapsed from fatigue.
At least, that was the information Amad volunteered. And while I didn't believe that a strong man like Zayn could collapse from ‘fatigue,’ I chose to believe it since I wasn't going to get any other valuable information.
Since they wanted me to believe that, I had no qualms.
I stood up from my dressing table where I had been practicing how to smile for several hours. I took slow steps towards my bed where I had kept the rolled up list Amad gave to me two days ago.
I stroked the gold embedded on the edges wondering how stinky rich Zayn is for an ordinary list to be given such attention.
I suddenly began feeling dizzy as I opened the list again
