Maria's POV:
"Please, Sherry. Stay" I sobbed but he passed me a consoling smile before closing the door.
My eyes were fixed on him as he walked towards the men standing in front of the car. My heart was coming out of my chest. I palmed my mouth and closed my eyes, praying for his safety.
Sheryaar was holding his wounded arm. A scream left my mouth when I saw those mysterious men targeting their guns at my husband.
'No!'
'No!'
'No!'
I cried, fisting my shirt. I was about the open the door to go out when I saw the scenario changes. Sheryaar said something to their boss and he indicated his guards to lower down their weapons. A mischievous smile was prominent on the lips of a man in a grey suit. He hit sheryaar with his g*n on the wounded arm and I cried out again.
Sheryaar wrinkle
