Beau Monde ✅

Chapter 34

It's the end for both companies. His assets are under investigation because of the slush fund as well. In simple words, it's the end of him it seems and I want nothing to do with it. If it's up to me, I wouldn't want to see him ever.

He only looks for me when he needs something—else, we'd go on for months with zero interaction. Why should this bother me?

He's the reason I'm in this mess to begin with. It all began with him, it should end with him alone.

A sigh of relief left my slightly parted lips as the door unlocked. Pushing it open, I stepped in with a salaam—instantly feelings the warmth wrap around me like a blanket. It's weird how despite how big it is, it's always given that warm feeling.

I guess that was the only thing that made it feel like a home over the years.

I dropped the keys back the bag, dropping it on the first couch in sight before making my way to my room. I'd only returned here because I have a few important documents I need to pick, hence, why I'm back.

I found them easily, having been in the exact spot I'd left them. After getting everything I'd wanted, I stepped out with the full intention of leaving. However, the sight of Imran amidst the living room had me freezing in my exact position—taking in a sharp breath.

Truth be told, a part of me had anticipated him showing; and you could say I intentionally came here and threw myself as bait. I'm tired to living in constant fear because of him. Do you know what it's like to constantly look over your shoulder, in fear of something happening?

I've been subjected to this feeling way too many times because of him, I can no longer handle it. I want to finally put an end to it once and for all. This is the ending I want for myself.

"Imran..." I called out carefully, my gaze never leaving his.

He stood in the exact same position he was in the last time I saw him, his gaze fixed on me. Regardless of the face mask he had on, along the black p-cap, I could still tell it was him. It was obvious he had on such clothing so he could come here without being caught.

And I was right, because he reached his hand out to take off the cap first, before getting rid of the face mask. I don't know what I was hoping, but I certainly didn't expect the look he pulled up at the moment.

"Eres mi todo." He voiced out lowly, slipping the face mask into the pocket of the raven leather jacket he had on. "You are my everything." He translated, his eyebrows gathered as his hands now fell to the side. "Estoy loca por ti; I am crazy for you."

I took in a sharp breath, my eyes never leaving his pained expression. I don't know if I should buy that act of his or not, because I don't think I'd ever seen him this way. I don't even know how to feel about it.

"Imran you have to turn yourself in." I breathed out, after a while of silence between us. I had waited for him to add something but he hadn't.

He shook his head almost immediately, as he pinched the bridge of his nose—his eyes flicked close. "I can't do that."

"You need to." I stood my ground, yawing my expression blank. I know it won't be easy, but I want to at least try and convince him to do just that. It would be better for us all if he does this the easy way.

"No, no, no! I won't." I could tell he was trying to remain calm, but judging the haggard look of his...I doubt he's had any peace of mind at all either.

I had never seen him this way. I almost pitied him.

He then flicked his eyes open again—yawing them to meet mine before scrubbing a hand over his face. "Nailah, I'm trying to stay sane for you." He voiced out, his tone now low. Letting out a heavy sigh, his lips downturned. "I am trying to be a better person because I love you--"

"You don't love me, Imran." I cut him off, before he could go further and deceive himself. I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to stand there and be able to have this conversation and get it over and done with.

He shook his head, not wanting to believe me. "You don't know how I feel--"

"Whatever it is you feel Imran..." I cut him off again, my voice dropping. "...it isn't love." Someone had to say it to him. "It's an obsession, and it's not healthy."

"No." He turned around, running a hand through his messy hair and down his face. "You don't know how I feel. I'm this way because I love you, just as much as I loved your sister--"

"You killed her." I gritted out, my eyes instantly glossing. I didn't want to break down now, but it is difficult not to. "You killed her, Imran." I whispered, my voice breaking. "Is that what love is to you? Killing the person you claim to have feelings for, or hurting them?"

He brought both hands to his face, burying it. He remained there for a few seconds, before he took in a deep breath. When he looked up again, his eyes had began to turn red. He swallowed thickly, and then took cautious steps towards me.

I didn't move back, though every nerve in my body was screaming at me to do just that. I forced myself to stay in that exact position, my eyes narrowing even more with every step he took.

Just as he was close enough, I took in a sharp breath, expecting the worst.

What he did though, stunned me.

He got on his knees right in front of me, much to my astonishment. Taking in another deep breath, he blew it out before looking up so his glossy eyes will meet mine. "I am so sorry." He whispered, his voice coming out shaky. "I am so sorry for all the pain I'd cause you Nailah..." He carefully reached his hand out, and held mine.

What I did was an act of impulse. I snatched my hand out of his almost as if it burned me, and glared at him with glossy eyes. I don't know why I'm suddenly being emotional. This isn't how I expect my encounter with him to be at all. This isn't how it's supposed to be.

He looked pained due to what I did. He then blinked, desperately trying to blink back the tears that made his eyes glaze over. "Nailah..."

"That's not my name." I no longer wish to be addressed as that. I don't want to be Nailah again because being 'Nailah Zayed' has brought nothing but pain and misery to my life. "Don't you ever call me that."

He hung his head low for a brief second—almost as if trying to get a hold of his emotions before he nodded, and looked up again. "I know my apology won't ever be enough--"

"Then don't apologize." It may seem like I'm being cold, but try being in my shoes. I don't want his apology. It won't bring back anything I'd lost because of him. "I don't want your apology."

He swallowed thickly. "Then what do you want me to do? Tell me, and I swear I will do just that. I mean it when I said I love you to the extent I'm going crazy. Tell me what it is you want, and I'll do it." He rushed the words out, not giving a care to the gravity of it.

I took in a deep breath, my eyes narrowing even more as I yawed my expression blank. "I want you to pay for all you've done. I want you to suffer the exact same way I suffered. I want you to feel every bit of pain I've felt because of all you've done." My voice cracked.

He held my gaze for a moment, before he nodded and slowly got on his feet. "If that's what you want..." He took a few steps away from me, his hand slipping into the pocket of his leather jacket. "...I'll give it to you."

His definition of giving me what I want wasn't what I had in mind. Because I didn't expect to see him pull out a gun and aim it at his head. My eyes instantly widened the side of saucers, heart beating at a rate faster than ever. I parted my lips to blurt out whatever words would come to mind.

But, it was too late.

The very last thing I saw, was him offering me a smile...a pained one.