chapter3
591 Words
Fayroz’s breathing gradually returned to normal. She felt her body sink once again into the soft, luxurious bed after the violent shock that had shaken her consciousness.The fog in her mind lifted slightly. The image of “Sami” and the wedding ceremony faded away, leaving only the burning reality of the present. She slowly turned toward the massive body lying beside her and saw the silhouette of Yaqub Al-Rashid’s stern face watching her with an unreadable, frozen expression.She swallowed hard, fear and regret flooding her chest. She knew all too well how dangerous this man’s anger could be.With a trembling hand, she gently touched his solid arm, her voice soft and pleading:“Please… don’t be angry with me.”Yaqub closed his eyes for a brief second and let out a sharp exhale, releasing the remnants of his irritation. He didn’t scold her. He didn’t shout. Instead, he muttered in his usual mocking tone as he moved closer:“Let’s sleep.”With those final words, his powerful arm wrapped around her slender waist in a familiar, possessive motion. He pulled her body against his, pressing her tightly against his broad, warm chest—an embrace that was both comforting and suffocating.Despite the violent pounding in her heart, sleep refused to come to Fayroz. Her eyes remained wide open, her mind restless and chaotic. After every episode of sudden memory displacement, her mind would leave her exhausted, drowning in endless questions.The minutes dragged by heavily. Eventually, she noticed the steady, deep rhythm of Yaqub’s breathing and realized he had finally fallen asleep.In that quiet moment of the night, her thoughts drifted uncontrollably backward… back to the beginning.Thirteen months ago…Heavy rain lashed violently against the windows of the luxurious Bentley. The sound of the storm blended with the roar of wind along the deserted highway.Inside the sleek black Bentley, Fatih—one of Yaqub Al-Rashid’s most skilled and loyal aides—gripped the steering wheel with intense focus. He was returning from the bustling, luxurious city of Valentar to Ivara after a long, exhausting day handling secret and critical dealings for his boss.The road was nearly abandoned due to the storm, swallowed by darkness except for the powerful headlights cutting through the wall of rain.Somewhere in the middle of the journey, as the car sped along, the soft background music faded. A strange sound slipped into Fatih’s ears.His hands froze on the wheel.It was the moan of a woman… a weak, broken groan filled with unbearable pain, coming from the back seat.Terror shot through him. A cold shiver ran down his spine.There had been no one in the car when he left Valentar.He slammed on the brakes. The tires screamed sharply against the wet asphalt before the car came to a complete stop on the side of the dark road.Fatih jumped out, breathing in panic, and yanked open the rear door of the luxury vehicle. He turned on the flashlight of his phone and pointed it downward.What he saw left him speechless.Lying on the floor of the back seat was the body of an extremely thin woman. She wore the torn, filthy remains of a dress. Her body was covered in severe wounds and deep purple bruises. Blood flowed heavily from her head and body, staining the expensive carpet of the Bentley. She was barely conscious, twitching in pain as she let out those weak, agonizing moans.Fatih’s hand trembled at the horrific sight.How did this girl get here?
And who dared to use Yaqub Al-Rashid’s car as an escape vehicle?
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