The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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Darien believed that Nurul Nizami was supposed to be dead from the attack. Someone had targeted the tire of his land rover while he was pulling up before the Nizami Oil Corporation. Edward Pryce, her father, had later told her what Nizamis were going through this year. The press on them was untamed and the markets were crashing. Yes, that was what he had said. Cause there wasn't in any way Darien could know a single thing about business. She wanted to be a psychologist one day as crazy as it sounded. She wanted to talk to people like her father, like Julia Eden and know what made them so cold and calculated.
She sometimes wondered about that. As she sometimes wondered about her feelings concerning Ibrahim Nizami since the Summer had ended. She liked him, all right. No shame in liking, was there? The only problem was he was such a fuckboy. And there were possibilities if she gave in, she might be facing some 'Cruel Intentions' shit.
Now where was the goddamn powder room? The maid downstairs had told her to go straight to left and then... what? She was there. And it led to just one door. Jesus, how on earth did the Nizamis live in a castle like this? Surely the penthouse the Pryces owned was huge but this was a mega-mansion, even bigger than the Eden manor.
Darien pushed the door before her open and noticed the strong, hardwood coffered ceiling first. A chandelier hung from the ceiling and over the sitting area. There was a white cushiony divan sitting before the ceiling to floor double window. Beside that was a desktop computer perched on a wooden desk. There was an aquarium in the left side of the bed, on a console table. The bed, however, was simple with a gray quilt neatly draped on the white sheets.
She walked inside, curious. There wasn't a single photo frame inside for her to know whose room she was in. She stopped by the aquarium first and took a look at the Oranda that seemed to float aimlessly as if it was dead. It was heavily bloated, eyes gray and sunken.
The only thing bothered her now was the fact that goldfish was indeed dead.
"What are you doing here?" The voice was so sudden that it startled her. But she knew who it was for it had been so familiar.
"I was looking for the bathroom," she explained, waving a hand towards the ajar door. Ibrahim was standing at the threshold to his balcony that could be mistaken as a terrace itself.
"There's one just across my door," he responded curtly.
How could she not notice that? She wanted to drift away but was reminded.
"Uh, your goldfish..."
"Dead?" Ibrahim looked at her, speaking in a low voice. "Yeah, I know. I didn't feed her for a week."
"Why?!"
"I was upset, I forgot," Ibrahim said as if it was such a common occurrence.
Darien was silent a moment - mostly in agitation - before she decided to speak. "We can try to revive her."
