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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
The elevator door slides open, unveiling the dimly lit expanse of the basement parking lot beneath the towering building of office.
A tear finally escapes my eye, tracing a path down my cheek.
I hastily wipe it away with the back of my hand, and make my way outside the elevator.
No tears, Mirha.
You're tough, you can handle anything.
Tears are precious like pearls, and you don't spend them on people who don't deserve them.
Just when I'm wiping my cheek, I notice a glint of something in my hand. His car keys.
I had driven one of his cars here. The morning run in the woods has finally paid off and I now know the way in the woods.
The pain in my chest intensifies as I think about those early morning runs and the memories that come rushing like a vivid flashback.
No, stop. You'll erase him completely, not just from your life but from your memory as well.
Just as I consider shoving the keys to his nerdy secretary—because I don't wanna deal with the jerk anymore—the elevator's chimes and the metallic doors seal shut.
I reach for the call button, only to be startled by the sound of roaring engines.
I turn to see a convoy of massive black vehicles entering the parking lot.
I immediately froze on my spot, dread slowly gripping me.
It can't be them. Please, no.
All the black vehicles come to a halt.
As I desperately hope it's just a trick of my mind, my father emerges from the car in one of his signature dark suits, emanating a ruthless and heartless aura, enough to send chills down your spine.
His deep, dark brown eyes, mirroring the hues of brown in my hazel gaze that he passed down to me, fixate on me with an intensity that pierces through my soul.
Panic sets in as I realize the gravity of the situation.
Shit. Shit. Shit. How did he..?
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the worst of the worst, the bastard of the bastards, my ex-fiancé, steps out in his ugly, bulky, heavily tattooed form, a wicked smirk plays on his lips as he drags someone by the collar.
My blood runs cold as I realize it's Amir, his face a canvas of painful bruises.
My heart sinks, as I approach them slowly with a heavy swallow.
This day must truly be the epitome of bad luck, that I never saw coming.
"Well, well, well, surprise princess." Nicolas sneers. I ignore him completely and shift my gaze to my father, his silent stare cutting through me like a knife.
