Twenty one

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Chapter twenty one

His proposal

Amal

It's been one month! And finally, I'm leaving this cursed place! I feel like a prisoner. Wasn't I one? No one asked me if I want to be here or not.

A cold flash entered my eyes as I remembered those four weeks inside this beautiful misery. On one hand, I'm happy I was here. On the other hand, I'm furious I stayed here for so long without being able to break free. If there's anything I learnt, it is that this place, I never wish to be here at all!

Seeing this 'royal' life, it is definitely something I will not wish on my enemy!

Hadiza led me towards the group of people gathered at the royal parking lot. They are only here to see me off. They all wore happy faces. As if I didn't know why they were really here!.

This day, Saif seems to have proved my identity and I was free again. Only, this time...

I do not wish to go back to him.

I've seen what life will be like should I be stubborn enough to hold on to him. Perhaps, it's fated to be. Maybe, we aren't meant to be. His love...i'll take it to my grave. But here in this world, I give up.

Wallahi I give up wholeheartedly.

I thought I could endure life with him. But Saif proves more and more out of reach. Now I understand why rich men like him end up single. Or end up marrying a couple of times in their lifetimes.

It's because the difficulty of life with them is not worth the money involved.

I did not care for power in the first place.

And money truly is just a means to an end.

And love... Well..

It will not not kill me.

Hadiza and I exchanged cold looks. I smirked. Telling her without talking that she should pray that I never get to come back. That destiny doesn't bring me back here as her superior. She will surely be dead meat.

Whimsical beauty ✔️Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora