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 threw the keys on the marble counter and loosened the collar of my shirt. My chest felt tight, my head heavier than usual. The argument from earlier at the villa kept replaying in my mind. Her eyes, full of anger and hurt. The twins screaming from the noise. And then the way she looked at me, like I was a stranger. Like I was the villain.
I couldn't shake it off.
So, I did what I always do when the pressure gets too loud, I poured a drink. Strong, bitter, and enough to numb whatever the hell this was sitting on my chest.
I took the first gulp in the dim light of the hallway, heading upstairs. But when I pushed open the door to the master bedroom,our bedroom. I froze.
There she was. Nicole. Laying across the bed like some sick dream. Dressed in nothing but red lace lingerie, lips painted to match, her hair pinned back like she was posing for some damn magazine.
Weh di Blct yah do in yah ?" I spat, stepping back. "Nicole, doe play dem game yah and come out a mi house."
She tilted her head slowly, unfazed by my anger. "Chris, relax... it's just me. Did think you could use some company since yuh likkle play thing family clearly don't give a fuck bout yuh nuh more ."
I slammed the glass down on the dresser. weh the fuck yuh mean bout play thing family ? Doe play them fuckry game deh wid me yerr, seems like me neva pay enough money fi fry yuh Blct head caz it nuh look like nothing change."
She stood up out of the bed, her voice rising with heat. " weh yuh mean Chris ? Yuh know wah kind a sacrifice me do fi come out a dah mental hospital deh juss fi come back to yuh ?"
I clenched my jaw.
Yuh know seh yuh really crazy enuh, fuck why me affi pick up dem mad gyal yah and a give them soft treatment, yuh know how yuh long yuh fi dead ?"
For a moment, she said nothing just looked at me with that same stubborn gaze. But I could see it now. The obsession. The entitlement. The delusion.
"Yuh not even know wah yuh just put yuh self inna, me muss fuck yuh up."
She stormed out of the room, leaving it filled with cold air and that eerie sense yuh feel at the back of your neck.
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The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes wasn't the light. It was the silence. Too still. Too unnatural. I sat up slowly, the sheets sliding off my chest, and rubbed the sleep from my face. Something felt... off.
Then I saw it.
Bright yellow police tape fluttered in the wind just beyond the glass doors that led to my backyard. POLICE LINE – DO NOT CROSS. My heart stopped. The garden, the one I paid millions to landscape into perfection was crawling with uniforms.
