IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

62; ANTSY.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"So you mean, Amir got married to her instead of you?" Zara asked Mannir in that cunning voice of hers as she twirling a strand of her braided wig around. She finds everything amusing but she won't cackle in front of her pawn, he shouldn't see that side of her or will never take her serious and probably start thinking they are friends.

"Yeah, she turned me and her other suitors down immediately after he proposed." Mannir shrugged on the other end though his ego was bruised. He didn't expect Bushra to do that to him though he knew she deserves someone far better than him.

Besides, he is glad the Amir guy proposed, they deserve each other at long last. He's seen the guy during there school days though just a kid then. He didn't want to ruin her life, not after all she's been through recently. He respects her a lot for not everyone could go through what she did and still smile today. He wonders what pills she took to take away those sorrows and nightmares her ex-husband leave. Those deep scars that will never fade. Only someone strong with sturdy unyielding tawakkul could stand through that.

Hence, his enormous amount of respect for her.

"Well, this is better. You know what to do now hmm? Never contact me, delete my contact from your phone, anything related to me or our interaction. If you can, make it feel like you just imagined talking to the dead while asleep or something like that because if a word goes out, I won't be held responsible for what happens to you. I have eyes everywhere, you know that right?" Her voice dropped from the amused one to one filled with threat. There is no way he didn't hear the seriousness and danger lurking behind her words.

He's worked for her for many weeks now, he knows just how dangerous she could be and she shall bring peril upon him if he goes against her. He wonder how she managed to fool everyone with her death, he can't believe how bratty these rich folks children are. How could you even fake your own death for goodness sake? Not even her father knew where she is talk less of her husband's family, his ex wife or her siblings. He is sure the woman have some mental disorder, she is clearly not in her right state of mind.

Faking death is not a small thing!

"Okay, whatever." He didn't hang up, sensing she has more to say and it's not like he called her first, she did so he will permit her to hang up.

"No one should know I survived that car accident, it is better that way." She hung up the phone with that little lie of hers to keep him shut from taking his imaginations haywire and smell the rat under the bed, she can't have that.

She is not stupid to tell him everything she has orchestrated because she wants him to work for her, not happening. She didn't let him find out that Mika'il is alive and really well walking around beside her, he doesn't know what even happened back then and she is not about to tell him or let him find out, she'd be ruined for good. Mika'il is hers, everything is fair in love and war which is exactly what she did to conquer what belongs to her. Bushra just got in the way, she should be elated nothing happened to her or her daughter.

They manage to escape the claws she has dug for them. That daughter of hers would've been dead if she were to take plan b so Bushra is still one lucky daughter of a barrister and doctor.

A sadistic smile took over her face yet again as she stare at herself in the mirror seeing the new changes that comes with the pregnancy. She is almost five months pregnant and it is already showing itself with a bump in front of her round and pretty. Her figure filled up more and she finds out that Mika'il likes her much more filled now. He won't take his hands off her neither does she let him do that, they merge. The pregnancy comes with much more hornier Zara which is equivalent to a nymphs. Nothing satisfies her hunger for her man, it goes on for ages.