Mine To Heal

Chapter 32

DOUBLE UPDATE!!!

The man they had all trusted, the one they had once seen as family, was the very one who wanted to see their downfall. It was the Commissioner of Police—her father's old friend. The revelation hit Munira like a bolt of lightning. He had been the one to orchestrate everything, to use their family's trust as a tool in his twisted game of envy and betrayal.

His calm demeanor as they cuffed him made Munira's skin crawl. There was no remorse in his eyes. Just cold, calculating malice. "You don't understand, Munira," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your father had everything. The power, the wealth, the respect. And you, you were the perfect weapon to bring him down. He had it all, and I had nothing. This is the only way it could end."

His words echoed in the warehouse, hanging in the air like poison. Munira could hardly breathe as the truth sunk in. The man they had all trusted had been scheming against them, feeding Aliyu Musa Sarki information and assisting in the wrecking of their lives. And it was all driven by jealousy—a need to destroy what he could never have.

"You were always a shadow, just like the rest of us," Munira muttered under her breath, feeling the bile rise in her throat. "You thought you could destroy us. But now we'll destroy you."

The Commissioner smiled bitterly, unmoved by her words. "I've done what I had to do. And now, it's over."

As he was dragged away, Munira felt no satisfaction—only an overwhelming need to take back control, to bring closure. She had suffered enough.

When the Commissioner was taken into custody, Munira's focus immediately shifted to Aliyu Musa Sarki. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her entire body was tense with anger. He was the architect of her suffering, the one who had ordered her brutalization, and now he would face justice.

With the detectives standing by and her family silently watching, Munira moved toward Aliyu. She could feel her blood pulsing with rage as she came face to face with the man who had ruined her life.

"You took everything from me, Aliyu," she spat, her voice steady but full of venom. "But tonight, I'm taking everything from you."

Aliyu smirked, as if her words didn't faze him. "You think you can stop me? You're nothing but a woman. What are you going to do?"

Before anyone could react, Aliyu pulled a gun from his jacket and fired, the deafening sound of the shot reverberating through the room. Munira didn't flinch, not even as the bullet pierced the air. The bulletproof vest beneath her clothes absorbed the force, and she stood firm, untouched.

Aliyu's face twisted in disbelief as he saw her still standing, unscathed.

"Impossible!" he yelled, before he tried to make a run for it.

But before he could escape, Detective Adebayo grabbed his arm, pulling him to the ground. The other detectives quickly closed in, securing Aliyu and his men.

In the midst of the chaos, one of the detectives spoke up, his voice low but urgent. "Munira, there's more. We've just learned that someone very close to you, someone who's been in your father's circle for years, has been helping Aliyu. They've been feeding him information. They were the ones who enabled him to move so freely."

Munira's heart stopped. Her mind raced, and then, it hit her—like a slap to the face. The betrayal was deeper than she had ever imagined. Someone they had trusted for years, someone her father had called a friend, had been working with Aliyu all along.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Who? Who is it?" she demanded, her voice sharp with a mixture of horror and fury.

The detective didn't respond right away. Instead, his eyes flickered toward the Commissioner as they led him away. Munira's blood ran cold as she realized the truth.

Her father's friend, the Commissioner of Police—the man they had trusted for years—was the one who had betrayed them. The man who had always been part of their family, the one who had smiled at their dinner table, had been the one to set everything in motion.

Later, when the adrenaline from the confrontation had worn off, Munira found herself in a quiet room, alone with her thoughts. She couldn't shake the feeling that her life had been one long nightmare. Everything she thought she knew had been a lie, a game in which she was the pawn.

But there would be no more playing.

She stood, her body still sore from the confrontation, and made her way to the back of the warehouse. The five men who had been complicit in her rape—her tormentors—were shackled, bloodied, and weak.

Without a word, Munira approached them. She was done being afraid. She had taken her life back, and now, it was time for them to feel what she had felt.

The torture that followed was gruesome. But Munira wasn't merciful. The pain they had caused her, the scar she still carried inside her, needed to be avenged. She wasn't going to kill them, but she would break them. One by one, they begged for mercy, but Munira's resolve remained unshaken. With each strike, each cut, each agonizing scream, she felt herself reclaiming the power that had been stripped from her.

Hisham, Ahmed, and Zayd joined her in the grim work. They didn't hesitate, not for a second. They, too, had suffered at the hands of these men, and they would ensure that justice was served—no matter how brutal it had to be.

After the men were incapacitated, Munira and her family made their way back home. But Munira was far from finished. Her soul felt heavy, burdened by the violence, but it was a weight she had carried for too long. And now, she could finally set it down.

When they arrived at her parents' house, Ammi was waiting for her, her arms open wide. Munira collapsed into her mother's embrace, the tears coming unbidden. She cried for everything she had endured. She cried for the pain, the loss, and the brokenness. But she also cried for the strength she had found within herself to survive.

Her family surrounded her, their love and warmth a balm to her battered spirit. But after two days of rest, she felt herself finally returning to the surface.

The house was filled with laughter when Munira finally came downstairs. It was an afternoon like any other, but for Munira, everything had changed. Her mother, her father, her brothers, and even her friends were all gathered in the living room.

The newlyweds, Hanifa and Salman, were teasing each other playfully, while Eeman and Kamal exchanged shy smiles. The warmth in the room was overwhelming.

Zayd stood up suddenly, drawing everyone's attention. He had something to announce.

"I've broken up with Maryam," he said, his voice steady. "We didn't feel the connection anymore."

There was a stunned silence for a moment before Zayd continued, his voice gaining strength. "But there's someone else. Someone who has become family to me." He turned to Asiya, "Asiya, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Asiya's eyes welled up with tears, and without missing a beat, she nodded. "Yes."

The room erupted in joy. Munira felt her heart swell with happiness. Her family was healing, and the future felt brighter. It felt like everything was falling into place.

As she stood there, Hisham wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "I love you," he whispered softly in her ear.

Munira smiled, her heart finally at peace. She looked around the room, at her family, and felt a deep sense of fulfillment. Despite the pain, despite the loss, they were going to be okay.

And as she watched Zayd and Asiya's moment unfold, a warmth spread through her. Life would move on. They would move on.

THIS BOOK IS COMING TO AN END SOON!!!