Murder In The Name Of Love

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LIFE LIKED TO PLAY jokes with me. One day I wake up and find out my parents are dead, then another day I wake up and find out my little brother is dead and if that wasn't enough Zarq is now in a coma and I  have to get married to an Italian mob boss or else my entire family dies.

Amazing, thank you.

My heels clicked against the floor as the waiter led me towards where Elijah was sitting. The sound resembling how my heart was slowly cracking, each footstep felt like one step forward to drowning.

As I reached him and saw his big bright smile, my heart finally drowned completely knowing I was about to crush his.

He got up from his seat and immediately pulled me into a bone crushing hug before kissing me on the cheek and pulling out my chair for me to sit.

Thanking him I sit down and take a deep breath.

He'll understand Zoya. Calm down.

"I need to talk to you about something really important Elijah."

He frowned already sensing that wherever this conversation was going it wouldn't end well. "What's wrong babe ?", he asks capturing my hand in his.

I pull my hand free from his grasp and hide it under the table, rubbing the spot he had been holding wondering if it was the last time he would ever be able to.

Tear's blur my vision but I hold them back. "Elijah, my brother's have arranged my marriage", I hold my breath expecting him to be angry or hurt. But instead he starts laughing.

And as he laughs, my tears fell.

Upon seeing my tears, he finally composes himself enough to ask, "why are you crying?", he starts laughing again."you can drop the act now Zoya, your little prank didn't work"

I wipe my tears before looking at him with a straight face, "I'm not joking Elijah, I'm getting married. I have to get married, we can't be together anymore"

He frowns before anger takes control of his actions. The cutlery rattles as his fist comes down on the table.

"You can just say you found someone better than me, you don't have to make a lame excuse Zoya", he scoffs.

"How did you even come to that conclusion?", I ask baffled at his reaction.

But he wasn't hearing me, it was like he was some place else where only his stupid conclusions made sense.

"You cheated on me Zoya."

He doesn't ask, he states it as if it was the only truth.

"Elijah...", I reach out to hold his hand but he jerks back as if I was poison. The hate in his eyes made it clear.

He thought I cheated on him and nothing I would say would change that.

So I let him go...

The one I thought I would marry couldn't even see the truth in my eyes.

The one I thought was my happily ever after couldn't read my eyes.

The one I loved for these many years couldn't recognize how pure my love was.

And I sat staring at the wall wondering was it really love if he didn't even know me?

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Back home, Zayn called out my name but I ignored him. Running to my room and quickly shutting the door.

It's been four days since that night. Four days and Zarq is still in a coma. I try to keep myself busy during the day, drowning myself in work. The employees at Xenthom were at unrest sensing something was wrong but no one dared speak about it.

But when the night comes, that's when the unwanted thoughts start to make themselves home.

I didn't care about the future held for me, I was strong enough to survive whatever De Luca threw at me and bold enough to give him hell back.

But knowing Zarq was laying on that hospital bed motionless when he hated resting on even Sundays, knowing he might be able to hear us but couldn't reply back stuck in some weird place was slowing killing me.

I couldn't sleep at home, always ending up driving to the hospital even though one of my brothers were always with him but I still couldn't sleep without being near him.

Every night is the same, I come here and silently praying for a word from Zarq but I'm left in this suffocating silence breaking my hope bit by bit everyday.

Keeping Zarq's hand in mine, my body slowly starts to tire but my mind is still spiraling with what if's.

I haven't properly slept, my body tired from being awake and practically running on caffeine begging me to sleep.

But I can't. Not when my mind can't shut down. It's like I'm on this never ending rollercoaster filled with desperation.

My eyes slowly start to shuter before I jolt awake at the sound of the hospital room door banging against the wall.

Men in black enter and I Immediately warning bells start ringing in my head.

"Mrs De Luca. you need to come with us."
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Soooo ummm yeah that just happened.