Hafiz.My phone pinged with an incoming text message and I looked down only to scowl. It was a debit alert, stating five thousand dollars was just withdrawn from my account using the card I gave that monkey.
I sneered.
She sure didn't waste any fucking time. Three days after I gave her the card, I started receiving debit alerts and they were all from top tier luxury brands and resorts. Adding this amount to the ones before totals about what, a hundred and fifty thousand dollars?
I lost count and wouldn't bother to check before I coughed out blood in anger. I was going to make sure she earned her money's worth, that disgusting gold digger.
An incoming notification made my phone vibrate.
It was grandma informing me she had something to attend to and couldn't watch the show but she had sent the clothing of choice to the estate. After sending an affirmative reply, I decided to head home and check on the preparations for the ball.
By the time I drove through the estate gates, it was quarter after seven. A blend of scents assaulted my nostrils when I entered the house. A handful of servers from the catering company Bailey hired were busy arranging and organizing the meals and drinks for the party. They stopped when I passed by to greet me and I waved in reply before heading straight for the ballroom.
The room stretched out in open space splendour, its polished marble floor reflecting the glow of the grand chandeliers overhead. The chandeliers, dripping with crystals, cast a soft golden light that bathed the room in a warm, mellow glow. Ornate columns lined the perimeter, their intricate carvings extending to the high, vaulted ceiling adorned with stained glass. Rich velvet curtains framed the tall windows, through which moonlight poured in.
At the far end of the room, a DJ was setting up the sound system, the testing sounds floating effortlessly through the air. The fragrance of fresh roses, arranged in delicate bouquets on marble pedestals, mingled with the scent of candle wax.
Seeing as everything was in order, I walked out of the room and headed upstairs where I met Delilah at the last step. She slumped when she met my gaze, before stepping forward.
"Is something wrong?" I asked as I continued to my room.
"That, well, she didn't listen to me when she came back. She's been locked up in her room for almost eight hours now," she replied making me narrow my eyes.
That little gold digger.
I waved her away before entering my room to retrieve the clothes grandmother sent. I then approached her room.
When I twisted the handle, the door refused to budge so I settled my thumb on the extreme end of the handle, smiling when a little click came from the locked door. The room was dark and scented like sandalwood and amber, a scent combination I now associated with her.
It was disgusting.
I scanned the room, straining my eyes to determine where she was. When my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, I noticed the lump protruding from the bed. I approached her, snapping my fingers to get the lights to switch on. The room was instantly flooded with warm lighting and I watched as her eyes twitched.
She didn't wake up though.
I sat by the edge of the bed and studied her face, noticing for the first time the little beauty mark tucked at the corner of her nose, right by the left nostril. Scanning further down rewarded me with a patch of skin, from her neck down to the soft bronze mounds peeking from her v-necked tee.
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From Aliya to Hafiz
Spiritual"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew u...