Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 10: Betrayal

|A tale of love and faith|

The next day:

Haya woke up to her alarm. A soft growl escaped her lips as she stretched her arm to reach for her scarf. She covered her head just as the Adhan began. Her ears perked up and her lips curved into a smile at the melodious voice filling the room. She fell silent, listening quietly. Today felt like another beautiful day of her life.

She smiled every day because each day brought happiness, and she was grateful to Allah. Her mother's dreadful behavior, her mentally unstable cousin__whom she had never accepted as her fiancé__her grumpy professor Min, and her tiring job... none of it could shake her. Nothing could make her weak.

Her lips moved softly in the supplication after the Adhan. She blew over her body, then stood and walked to the lamp, brightening the room. Daaliya lay sleeping beside her, and it was time to wake her. Haya strode to her bed and shook her lightly, firm enough to announce her presence.

"Eonnie, wake up... it's time for Fajr," she said, massaging her eyes. Daaliya hummed in response. Haya backed away and went into the bathroom.

After some time, she emerged, closing the bathroom door behind her while reciting the supplication. But suddenly, a knock at her room door made her pause. She frowned, then spoke.

"Who's there?" she asked as she approached the door.

The voice that answered was enough to make her stare bitterly. She quickly adjusted her hijab, covering her hair properly, and opened the door. Adam stood there, wearing a bathrobe, his hair dripping wet__fresh out of the shower. His eyes fierce as always, face glowing with handsomeness.

"What do you want at this hour, Adam?" Haya spat bitterly.

He didn't respond. Instead, he held up an empty water bottle and glanced at it, silently signaling her to follow his gaze.

"My water bottle is empty... go fill it for me," he said, serious and commanding. His straight white teeth didn't get ignored.

Haya clenched her jaw. "I'm not your slave. Go fill it yourself," she said, reaching to close the door.

Adam slammed the door, stopping it from closing. His veins popping out. She could barely breathe in his presence, still simmering from his tantrums yesterday.

"You're my fiancé, and soon you'll be my wife. It's your right to do my work... what I asked for, you will do," he said, his tone dripping control and menace.

Haya raised an eyebrow, amused. She was enjoying his arrogance.

"I'd feel lucky if I gave water to a stray dog instead of you. Stop living in fantasies, Adam. I'll never be yours. I'll never choose a sick man like you, who doesn't know the meaning of respect in relationships. Go ask for women who are ready to die for you—not me."

Her eyes burned red as she spoke, venom dripping from every word. Her mocking tone pierced him, striking deep at his ego.

"You!!" Adam clenched his jaw, but anger left him speechless. He glare at her deeply while clenching his jaw. The water bottle crushed in his hands as he vowed silently:

"I'll make you mine forever... or... I'll ruin you until nothing is left of your respect."

With one last fierce stare, Haya closed the door on his face and locked it.

Adam inhaled sharply, wiping his nose. His eyes darted at the door, neck tense, his every movement radiating aggression. But Haya didn't care. Not even a little.