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13 - HIS LITTLE PHOENIX JEOUSLY

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Inaya - 24 soon 25

Zaid - 29

INAYA

Inaya's mansion her bedroom.

I slowly opened my eyes, wincing in pain as a throbbing headache threatened to consume me. I realized I had collapsed onto my bed after escaping that dreadful place. As I rose, the cold marble floor chilled my feet, sending shivers up my spine. I glanced at the clock - 8 am. Ugh, I had slept for hours.

The jingling sound of the anklets still on my ankle echoed through my bedroom, a harsh reminder of him. I clenched my fists, determined not to shed a tear for that bastard who had ruined my life. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles.

The warmth seeped into my skin, soothing my aching body. After 15 minutes, I wrapped myself in a warm robe and walked into the closet connecting my bathroom to my bedroom. I chose a comfortable night pajama, trying to shake off the memories.

As I began my skincare routine, my gaze fell upon my feet, and those anklets... I felt a surge of anger and resentment. I rose from the vanity table, my eyes fixed on the door. As I opened it to walk into my bedroom, the lights were off, and everything was dark.

"Siri, turn on the lights..." I spoke, my voice firm. The lights flickered on, illuminating the room. My gaze fell beside a figure in black, and my heart skipped a beat. For a second, my soul left my body.

He turned towards me, his eyes locked on mine, piercing and intense. 'Fuck me...' I muttered, my voice barely audible, as I struggled to process his sudden appearance.

He stood there, wearing a black pant and t-shirt, a leather jacket accentuating his broad shoulders. His hair was messy, but he still looked handsome, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.

ZAID

'Take off your clothes, we need to talk''... I said, trying to sound suave, but probably coming off as creepy.

She stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on me, after a brief moment of shock.

I walked towards her, and she still looked at me like I was crazy. 'What the actual fuck?' The expression was clear on her face - a mix of confusion, anger, and a hint of 'are you kidding me?' Still wearing my ring on a chain around her neck, under her dress, and the anklets I made her wear... uff, she's still mine, yet today is her birthday, and I want to celebrate it with me.

A sharp 'no' would have been nice, but instead, my heart hurt. Fuck, she dared to slap me! This shadow who rules Italy and New York with his fingertips. But she's my wife, Zaid. If anyone else touched me, they'd die. But no, Zaid, she's my little phoenix, and I crossed every limit.

I turned my head, and she started blowing on her hand like it was on fire. Fuck, it's hurting her. She already slapped Luca, and now me.

"Ouch"

She winced, as she blew on her hand again.

"Ouch"

she blew some more, like she was trying to put out a flame. She started shaking her hand in the air, throwing off the pain like it was a hot potato. What the fuck? Are her hands made of glass? I thought she was tougher than that. I guess I underestimated my little phoenix's strength... or lack thereof. I mean, I've seen more force in a kitten's paw.