Allegedly Yours

Accusation

Chapter 25

Nyrah opened her eyes to a scene of chaos, the remnants of the fire still smoldering around her. The once-raging flames had been extinguished, and the area was now a hub of activity, with rescue teams and onlookers everywhere. She slowly sat up, leaning against the wall for support, as a rescue worker approached her.

"Are you okay, ma'am? Please come with us," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. She nodded, still disoriented.

The medical team quickly attended to her, checking her vitals and providing her with water and medicine. Nyrah glanced at her burned hand, the pain a stark reminder of the night's events. Suddenly, the thought of Elena surged through her mind. "Elena must be safe, right?" she wondered. But then, she saw Aston approaching, his face contorted with raw fury.

Confused, Nyrah stood up, intending to ask about Elena, but Aston's words hit her like a physical blow. "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" he shouted, his voice filled with anger and accusation.

"What do you mean—?" she stammered, her confusion deepening.

"Elena is no more. You. Killed. Her," he spat, each word a dagger to her heart. Nyrah stood frozen, the horror of his accusation sinking in.

"What are you saying? This can't be true. I've seen her and heard her. She asked me to save her," Nyrah cried, her voice breaking with desperation.

"But you didn't save her. You left her all alone, dying in the fire," he accused, his eyes blazing with rage and grief.

"I didn't! I tried to save her!" Nyrah yelled back, her desperation echoing in the chaotic scene. Onlookers paused, the tension in the air thickening.

"Then why did we find a burned body? If you really tried to save her, then why isn't she alive? Just why, damn it?" Aston's voice was filled with a mix of anguish and anger, making Nyrah tremble.

Nyrah had no answer to his question. She stood there, stunned, her mind reeling from the accusations and the horror of Elena's death.

"Isn't it weird, Nyrah, that you came out of that fire alive, but Elena didn't?" Aston continued, pressing on. "When you knew that Elena was in the hotel, why didn't you inform me right away?"

"Aston, I didn't have time to inform you. The fire spread so fast—" she began to explain, but he cut her off.

"You were conscious the whole time. You could have easily informed me or saved her," he said, his voice rising.

"I wasn't conscious at all," she protested weakly, but her words felt insignificant against his relentless fury.

"Then why did you come out conscious?" he demanded. Nyrah stood there, her mind blank, overwhelmed by the shock of Elena's death and the accusations being hurled at her.

John, their tour guide, watched the exchange with growing fear. He had already informed Nyrah's brother about the fire, earning a scolding. Now, witnessing this heated confrontation, he felt even more uneasy.

The scene was chaotic. Emergency responders moved around them, trying to manage the situation, while the onlookers whispered among themselves. Nyrah stood in the middle of it all, her eyes wide with shock and tears streaming down her face, unable to comprehend the tragedy and the blame that had fallen upon her.

Aston grabbed Nyrah's shoulders, shaking her violently. "Why did you do that to her?" he shouted, his voice a mix of rage and pain. "What wrong did she ever do to you that you took her life?"

"You're a murderer!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the chaotic scene. "You took her life for your own selfish reasons, didn't you?" His words were like daggers, piercing Nyrah's heart.

The word "murderer" pierced her soul. No, she could be selfish, but she wasn't a murderer. This allegation was inaccurate and unacceptable. She refused to accept it; she didn't kill Elena, and she would prove it to the entire world and to him. Just as she was about to speak to convey her innocence, he cut her off, uttering words that broke her already bruised heart.

"You thought that by killing her, you could get me," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But let me remind you of something: I will never love a murderer like you, a girl who took my Elena's life. I curse you that you will never find love in your life."

Nyrah's world crumbled at his words. Her head spun, and her chest felt heavy. She struggled to breathe, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a vice. The world blurred around her, and she felt as if she were sinking into a dark abyss, unable to grasp any semblance of hope.

Nyrah felt the world spinning around her, her vision blurring as Aston's words echoed in her mind. The weight of the accusations and the heartbreak overwhelmed her, and her legs gave way. Just before she lost consciousness, she saw Aston being pulled away from her by her brother's guards, his furious shouts becoming distant and muffled.

Through the haze, she saw Zale, her brother, striding toward her with large, determined steps. His face was a mix of anger and concern, his eyes locked on her as he quickly closed the distance. Everything went dark as she fell, but the last image seared into her mind was Zale's protective presence and Aston's rage-filled face being forcibly dragged away by the guards. The noise and chaos faded, leaving Nyrah in a deep, mercifully silent darkness.

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I know the chapter is short, and I didn't update it yesterday, but don't worry—you will get one more update tonight as compensation. And yes, from now on, this book is 50 percent complete. The story will continue from the present, and I won't include any more past glimpses. Don't forget to follow me on Instagram for more updates.

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