Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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I turned to Chris.
Waiting.
Begging.
Praying that he would say something anything to make this make sense.
But he didn't.
He just stood there, his lips pressed together, his jaw locked tight.
Silence.
Guilt.
Confirmation.
A laugh bubbled up in my throat, but it wasn't one of amusement. It was hollow. Bitter. Poisonous.
"Chris... tell me she a lie," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
Still, he said nothing.
That was all the answer I needed.
"Yuh wicked, Chris. While me deh home ah carry yuh pickney dem, yuh out deh ah tek care of yuh mad ex? Yuh disgust me!" My voice cracked under the weight of my fury, the betrayal slicing through my chest like a blade.
Chris took a step toward me. "Zuri, is not like dat—"
"Nuh badda call mi name!" I spat, shoving at his chest with all the strength I had left. He barely moved, but I didn't care.
My heart pounded against my ribs, my breathing shallow and uneven. The rage clawed at my throat, desperate to be unleashed, but at the same time, my heart... my heart was breaking all over again.
The tears I had fought so hard to control burned the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him. Not in front of her.
"After all weh she do to me... all weh she do to mi family... a dis yuh choose fi do, Chris? A she yuh did care 'bout all along? Yuh really ah tell me seh yuh out deh ah mine dis gyal while me deh home ah struggle wid yuh two newborn?! Yuh mek me sick!"
Chris ran a hand over his face, frustration flickering in his eyes. "Zuri, listen to me—"
"Me done listen! Me done wid yuh, Chris! Done!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Aunt Suzan's sharp inhale. Paige's muttered curse. Even Chris's men, who always acted like nothing surprised them, stood frozen in place.
I turned on my heels, brushing past a smirking Nicole, who looked like she was enjoying every second of this disaster.
Chris grabbed my wrist, but I yanked it away.
"Don't fucking touch me!" My voice wavered, but my resolve didn't.
I needed to get out of here before the pain swallowed me whole. Before I crumbled right in front of him.
Without another word, I stormed toward the car, each step heavier than the last.
