❝𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑.❞ - a mafia dark romance

12

P A R I S A 

I felt like a fish out of water as we walked past those towering structures that seemed to reach for the sky. The extravagance and luxury of the houses we passed made me feel like a small flower in a field of giants. Zyyad's words were like a sweet melody that I couldn't quite bring myself to dance to. His promises of wealth and power were like a golden cage, beautiful and tempting, but ultimately trapping.

When we finally arrived at his house, I couldn't believe my eyes. The sheer size and beauty of it left me speechless. Zyyad's words echoed in my head, telling me that I could be the queen of this palace if I wanted to. But I couldn't help feeling like a small bird in a gilded cage, surrounded by luxury and trapped by the weight of my own discomfort. As I walked through the garden, admiring the vibrant flowers that reminded me of my childhood, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was not where I belonged.

As we walked into the house, I was greeted with a sight that left me speechless. It was like I had stepped into a fairy tale, where everything was grand and luxurious. The garden was filled with the most beautiful flowers, which reminded me of my childhood. But even in the midst of all this beauty, I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to ask him again, "Zyyad, what do you do for a living?"

He turned to me with a sly smile, "Why do you want to know? Are you interested in my wealth, my dear?"

"No, it's not that. I just want to understand you better," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

He let out a small laugh, "There's not much to understand, Parisa. I have money, and I spend it on whatever I want."

I could feel my frustration rising, "But that's not an answer. How did you become so wealthy? What do you do?"

He placed his hand on my arm, "Why does it matter? You could have all this and more if you just give me a chance."

I pulled my arm away, "I don't want your money, Zyyad. I want to know the man behind it."

He looked at me for a moment before finally responding, "Fine, I'll tell you. I come from a wealthy family, but I also have investments in different industries. Is that enough for you?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. At least now I knew a little bit more about him.

The exterior of the house was an imposing sight to behold. It was a sprawling mansion with towering pillars adorning the front entrance, each intricately carved with ornate patterns. The façade was made of pristine white marble, which gave it a regal and majestic look. The windows were large and arched, with intricate wrought iron grilles that added to the grandeur of the structure. The entire property was surrounded by a lush, verdant garden, with blooming flowers and meticulously trimmed hedges. The overall effect was one of awe-inspiring beauty and extravagance.

The house was a grandiose display of wealth and luxury. As we approached the entrance, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by its size and grandeur. The exterior was adorned with intricate patterns and designs, and the driveway was lined with palm trees. As we stepped inside, I was met with a grand staircase that led to a second floor. The walls were decorated with paintings and sculptures that looked like they belonged in a museum. The furniture was elegant and extravagant, with plush sofas and ornate coffee tables. The windows were huge and let in an abundance of natural light, making the space feel even more expansive. And the pièce de résistance was the sprawling garden outside, filled with vibrant flowers and greenery. It was a palace fit for a king, or in this case, Zyyad.

Zyyad led me up a grand, marble staircase that spiraled up like a coiled serpent, its gleaming surface reflecting the light like a thousand jewels. We reached the second floor of his house, and I felt a shiver of apprehension run down my spine as he gestured towards a door at the end of the hallway. The ominous feeling intensified as we entered the room, which was shrouded in darkness, like a black hole that consumed all the light in the universe.