War

Chapter Six

A/N - I love Aniyah I love Marco I love this book thank you and goodnight

Spot the cameo this chapter ❤️

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Aniyah
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"I ditched my Jordan's for your ass", I halted my movements, my arms suspended in mid-air while I tried to put my braids into a bun, Jas just stared at me while she fixed her heels, "what?". She'd insisted on being at my engagement party today, and had shown up on my doorstep at midday with a suitcase, she was more ready for this than I was.

"You know you don't have to be here", I teased, turning to face my full-length mirror again and continuing my hair, "I can face this on my own".

"Shut up Niyah", she rolled her eyes, running her fingers through the long ponytail extension on her head, "if you think I'm letting you face that man alone, think again- he pinned you against a wall, he's lucky I don't-".

"You can't do anything", I faced her again as she stood, smoothing down her white bodycon dress, "I mean it Jas, just leave it".

"Well you can't stop me from giving him some dirty ass looks", she scoffed, standing beside me in the mirror, her arm resting on my shoulder, "you look beautiful- he doesn't deserve you Niyah".

Her words had me trying to swallow the lump in my throat- while most people fantasised about their weddings, planned them down to the finest detail and couldn't wait to commit to spending the rest of their life with their partner, I was shackled to a man I didn't want, didn't need, didn't give two shits about. My life felt like it wasn't even my own, my father desperate to ship me off for his own benefit.

"I wouldn't be doing this if I had a choice Jas", I told her, watching her nod through the reflection, "this whole situation is shit".

"I know", she reached over and fixed my necklace- well, my mother's necklace.

Dad had given it to me on my thirteenth birthday, claiming she would have wanted me to have it- I'd never known her, so I didn't know what she would or wouldn't want. I liked to think that if she was here, none of this would be happening, that I'd have a flicker of independence in my life; but she wasn't, and I didn't.

Looked like I was marrying Weston whether I liked it or not.

"And what about Marco?", Jas' voice snapped me out of my thoughts, moving away from my mirror and sitting on my bed, "you've got too many books".

"What about him?", I asked, looking at my floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in admiration, "I'll never have too many books". There was no such thing as too many books.

"You still haven't told me or Lex why he pulled you aside in the club", she raised an eyebrow, inspecting her marble acrylics, "don't tell me you two are, y'know-".

"The only thing I wanna do with that man's dick is kick it", I told her, Marco's stupidly beautiful face filling my mind, "he's a piece of shit Jas".

"A handsome piece of shit", she grinned, "if you are doing shit with him, I wouldn't blame you- I'd support it".

"We're going downstairs", I announced, not wanting to hear- or think- about that man anymore.