Life isn't always the same, and I think people don't understand that wattpad writers have the right to prioritise and get busy with their personal lives. It's really difficult to write during Ramadan, but I'm still trying to make time to write a new chapter somehow.
I don't take you guys for granted, and I know you're being patient with me. I'm very grateful for that. The people saying the remaining chapters don't deserve the wait I'm putting you all through are free to leave the book— no one forced you to stay. Thank you.
⚠️Warning : Mention of child trafficking and disturbing content ahead ‼️
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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
The final thing that bastard kidnapper slash motherfucking pedophile doctor wanted was to lure Zayran to him.
Just a week after our trip to the island, the bastard texted me, revealing his twisted final plan to get Zayran at any cost.
He still believes I've betrayed and hurt Zayran deeply and that we are separated and all that shit. As we continued are act, he was convinced he'd succeeded in shattering our lives.
Zayran opened up to me about everything—the way that sick bastard harassed him as a child. Now, he's back for revenge, furious that Zayran had the courage to tell his parents.
Just hearing about Zayran's childhood made my blood boil. I wanted nothing more than to stab that asshole until he bled out, to make him pay for the torment he inflicted on my Zayran when he was just a little boy.
My chest tightens at the thought of the strength Zayran must have had to endure such horror, and I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for him.
My love for him grows stronger with every passing second, but right now, I want to strangle him for his pathetic acting skills.
We pretended I hit Zayran on the head from behind, making him "pass out." This was our plan because the kidnapper sent two of his guys to pick us up.
One guy is driving the car right now and the other is seated on the passenger seat, both are dressed in black and are wearing masks and I'm in the back seat with Zayran.
Zayran's supposed to be unconscious, but he keeps acting up. He's got his head on my shoulder, but he's purposely snuggling into my neck! The driver, who's all in black and wearing a mask, keeps glancing back at us from the rearview mirror.
I'm fully committed to my role, acting pale and sad, but Zayran is messing it up! He keeps brushing his nose and lips against the hem of my neck, and I know he's doing it on purpose.
Is this guy for real? I want to kick him.
I glance at the masked driver and shrug my shoulder to try and jerk Zayran's head away, but he doesn't budge.
