Heartless Love

❁ Chapter 8 ~ Princess

❤︎ ZOHA'S POV ❤︎

Breakfast, my least favourite meal of the day. Why? Because it's the only meal that Dimitri eats with everyone.

But today was a special breakfast, it wasn't as depressing as the others.....and that's beacuse today I had my family with me.

"Mmm Mr Petrov this is really good" I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. My brother was speaking openly to the man who he was previously too scared of. Something didn't seem right. I mean Vladimir did say Dimitri made up some lies to get my mum, dad and brother to trust him. Who knows what he's told my brother to change his mind so much.

I cleared my throat "imma go to the bathroom" I slipped out of my seat and speed walked all the way out of the room I stopped dead in my tracks after listening to my brother speak again "you know I apologise for thinking you were a bad man who tries to kill people. After all you're just trying to help people out" he said. My face stayed confused. Isn't this the same man that kills his guards, the same man who threatened to shoot me and my family. What the actual fuck has he told my brother. Another note to self he's extremely good at manipulating.....

A laugh echoed through the room "I would never leave a single mark on a persons skin let alone kill anyone" as if I wasn't confused enough this just made me even more confused. More annoyed that confused if I was being honest. How was he getting away with all these lies?

I peeked my head around the corner getting a glimpse of the scene in front of me. My mum slapped my brother on the back of the head "don't say things like that Fawad, after all he's a Muslim. True Muslims don't ever kill"......aha they're just joking I tried to convince myself. How were my parents and brother blind to the fact that he's literally a mafia boss obviously he's not going to be nice or a muslim.

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A long, deep yawn escaped my mouth. I wearily walked myself back to my room or should I say his room since the motherfucker owns everything.

I sprawled myself out on the sofa. My legs were too long for the sofa which was a bit surprising considering I wasn't too tall.

"I'll take you out tomorrow Fawad. Maybe your sister will join us too?" He said it as a question but I could hear the sense of authority in his tone. Every breath he let out, every move he made just signified his power. He wanted his way, and trust me if he doesn't get his way his anger can go from one to zero in a second. I mean the whole world practically knows him......but for some reason they love him....how is that even possible....? Do most of them not know about how he kills multiple people? Or has he manipulated them into thinking he doesn't? If he's so well know how have people not found out that he's kidnapped a whole girl? Thousands of questions stormed through my head.

"Nope, actually I won't be going" I finally gave him an answer along with a bitter sweet smile.

I tapped the space on the sofa next to me trying to concentrate on anything but him "Fawad, come sit" he looked at me as if he was deciding. Seriously? I cook parathas for him and this is what I get in return. I looked at him with a death stare. He huffed and came over to me.

"You know baji (sister) you can't just keep on using the parathas against me" he pouted and crossed his arms.

A smirk grew on my face "I can and I will. I put my blood, sweat and tears into them" I joked.

He looked at me as if I were crazy "ew so that was the secret formula, your blood, sweat and tears.... That's probably why it was so red...hmm actually that's probably because of the spices you put in them" This kid was too much.