Allegedly Yours

No Redemption

Chapter 57

Nyrah's grey eyes finally opened, the events of the previous day replaying in her mind like a haunting movie. The weight of the revelations bore down on her, making it hard to breathe. When the announcement came that the plane was going to land soon, Nyrah's dazed eyes scanned her surroundings. She was in a private jet, wearing simple jeans and a top—someone must have changed her outfit while she was unconscious. She knew very well who it was.

Alessa and Zale entered the cabin, their faces etched with concern. "How are you feeling?" Alessa asked gently, sitting beside her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Nyrah took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where is Aston?" she asked, not knowing what exactly had happened after she lost consciousness.

"You should forget about him," Zale said, his voice tinged with frustration. He exchanged a glance with Alessa, who nodded in silent agreement.

"But brother—"

"Stop it, Nyrah. He's already done enough to make your life hell. I'll arrange the separation agreement soon."

Nyrah knew this was coming. After everything that had happened, she had to admit that even she had raised her hands in defeat.

She couldn't believe that she had gone through so much because of a lie. The weight of the betrayal and the sheer complexity of the deceit left her feeling both numb and overwhelmed. How could her life have been turned upside down so completely? She must have done grave sins in her previous life that God made her face this agony now.

The plane began its descent, and Nyrah took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. She glanced around the cabin, feeling disconnected from everything around her. The life she had built, the trust she had placed in people—it all seemed like a cruel joke now.

Soon they reached the mansion, and as they stepped inside, they were greeted by their visibly angry parents. Elon and Natasha stood there, their faces marked with clear disappointment.

Zale, Alessa, and Nyrah exchanged uneasy glances. "What happened, Mom? Dad?" Zale asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We got to know everything that happened," Elon replied, his tone stern. "Care to explain yourselves?"

The trio's expressions shifted to uneasiness, while Nyrah grew pale at the thought that their parents might know what had happened in Germany. She didn't want to answer any of their questions; she wasn't ready for this confrontation. She knew her father, who usually appeared loving and calm, wouldn't stay silent after hearing the full story. He would be furious, and Nyrah feared he might do something rash. Her father was impulsive, even more so than Zale.

When Zale stepped forward, "Mom, Dad, listen to me—" he wasn't able to finish as Elon pulled him into a tight hug, melting away the uneasiness and confusion. "Congratulations, son. You finally found the love of your life."

Natasha moved to Alessa, kissing her cheeks lightly. "My daughter-in-law," she said warmly, grabbing Alessa's hand.

Nyrah released a breath of relief she had been holding for so long. Alessa smiled and asked, "How do you know? I mean—" She was cut off by Natasha.

"So you thought that if you didn't tell us anything, we wouldn't find out?" Natasha teased gently.

"And Zale," Natasha called out, grabbing his ear playfully. "How dare you hide this from your mother!"

"Ouch, Mom, I was just going to tell," he said, making a fake pained expression.

"No, you never were," Natasha said, teasing him. "If it wasn't for me finding those photos in your room, you'd still be keeping it a secret."

Zale laughed, rubbing his ear. "Alright, alright, you caught me. But I wanted it to be a surprise!"

Alessa chuckled, shaking her head. "Seems like your mom is a better detective than you thought."

Natasha released Zale's ear and pulled him into a hug. "Just promise me no more secrets, okay?"

"Promise," Zale replied, hugging her back tightly.

Elon clapped his hands together. "Well, now that that's settled, let's have a proper celebration. We have a lot to discuss, but for now, let's enjoy this moment."

With that, everyone moved to the living room. Elon popped open a bottle of champagne, carefully filling the first two glasses for Alessa and Zale as a mark of their togetherness. The bubbles in the champagne sparkled, symbolizing new beginnings and shared joy.

Nyrah watched her family, a soft smile on her face. The warmth and support from them filled the void left by recent betrayals and heartbreak. In this moment, amidst the clinking of glasses and the genuine smiles, she found solace. Despite everything, these were the people she could always call hers, and their love provided a beacon of hope and comfort.

Meanwhile, a man emerged from his car, his hazel eyes void of any emotion. The weight of betrayal and loss had left him feeling utterly alone, with no one left in this world he could call his. Rage surged through him, and he began punching the car, shattering its glass and mangling its once-shining metallic body. His fists bled, but he didn't stop. The guards watched from a distance, either too afraid or too stunned to intervene.

As the dark sky mirrored his inner turmoil, clouds gathered and thunder rumbled, and rain began to fall. Aston, drenched and disheveled, finally stopped his rampage. He sank to the ground, numbed and defeated, letting the rain wash over him. In his mind, a memory flashed: a girl with grey eyes, filled with concern, sheltering him with an umbrella. "Nyrahhh!" Aston shouted, his voice breaking through the storm. But there was no Nyrah anymore. The emptiness of his existence was now complete, leaving him alone with the rain and his shattered dreams.

Tears began streaming down Aston's face, each drop mingling with the rain as he sobbed uncontrollably. He cried for Nyrah, the girl who had truly loved him, a love he had never valued or reciprocated. The weight of his actions—how he had tortured her, falsely accused her, insulted her, and left her in agony—now played before his eyes like a relentless, irreversible sin. Each memory felt like a wound that could never heal, each regret a mark on his soul.

The storm raged around him, mirroring the tempest within. It seemed as if his fate was sealed, marked by a series of choices that led him to this desolate moment. The realization that he had lost the one person who had truly cared for him hit him with crushing force. The rain, now mingling with his tears, offered no solace, only a stark reminder of the love he had squandered and the irreversible damage he had caused.

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