SLAVE OF THE HEART

Fallen Angel 1

Naimah rolled her eyes at the newest visitor to step into her room.

The young lady was living with Veronica and Harold who were back at the Contessa's house in Zardinia's capital Dinia.

It was a mild winter, making the weather seem more agreeable to her than Rrandlovski.

"Is it true?"

Naimah eyedher before shrugging her shoulders. Her gaze stayed on her phone, waiting for him to call.

It had been a month since Princess Vasheronne got crowned then attacked by rebel forces loyal to General Ashish.

She couldn't help crying when she saw Rajab next to her during the next public function that the royal family got invited into. He did not know...

"Is it true that you are carrying his baby?"

Naimah turned to her mum, looking at her. She immediately noticed how old her mother looked. It must be the stress.

"Naimah... please talk to me."

"Mum..."

Jemimmah looked at her daughter before she began to cry. "I am sorry... i really am." She couldn't stand seeing her daughter like that.

Already, people were talking about Naimah.

"Just let me talk to him..." her mother begged, "his parents will understand..."

"No mother, you should just leave them alone."

"But..."

"No mother. Please just leave them alone. I made my bed, i will lie in it. i do not want him ANYWHERE near me."

Jemimmah hugged her daughter who tried had not to cry but it was impossible. She was her mother's daughter.

*&*&*&*&

Veronica's jeering was evident down the phone to Naimah.

"Not eating again? Really?"

Naah just sighed. "What do you really want?"

"I want revenge on Vasheronne for what she did to my friend."

"Which friend? You got none."

"Vasheronne killed her."

"Tell me some more trash and this time i will sprain your other wrist."

There was silence down the line before Veronica spoke again. "Aren't you worried that people will look down on you?"

"My mum was a single mum."

"She had her baby within a marriage whose wedding was attended by many from far and wide."

Naimah sighed. "I don't wanna mess her up. Vasheronne i mean. She is like my sister."

"Then do it for your baby. Your child needs a father."

"He doesn't want me."

"That is why we have a 'divorce' option."

"I don't know..." Naimah spoke quietly. Veronica sighed.

"Just think about it. You were fatherless, you hated it. Now your kid will be fatherless..."

"Just... stop. Stop!" Naimah cried. "Isn't it enough that you hurt anything you touch?!"

"Naimah... you were supposed to marry Miraj, but he won't come anywhere near you. How do you think i feel about that?"

"You have no feelings..." Naimah spoke down the phone.

"My mother DIED and you tell me that i have NO feelings whatsoever? I am trying to help you but you are so stuck up in your little bubble. Here's the truth baby girl: to get anything you want, you need to ACTUALLY work for it! Even Cinderella worked for Prince Charming. Deal with it Naimah! You had sex with hotshots, you are his baby momma, at least get him to MARRY you for the baby's sake. You can drive him into infidelity after that!"

Naimah then heard Veronica hang up with a loud clang.

*&*&*&*&

"So it is true?"

"Yes... she is pregnant with your son's child."

"She isn't pretending?"

"No."

Amal sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Owen was still asleep when Jemimmah called to talk to her about "something important."

"Will she marry him?"

"Naimah refuses. She does not want to be a homewrecker."

"She already is," Amal commented. Jemimmah raised an eyebrow.

"There is no home to ruin," Jemimmah countered.

"Not yet."

Jemimmah sighed, looking worried. "The press have started talking."

"Already?"

"Already," Jemimmah nodded, before turning to look at her friend. "I know you liked Naimah for him."

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah... they looked so cute together."

"They did... We have to tell the kids."

"Really..."

"Yes, really!" Amal sighed. "But first... i have to tell Owen."

"Goodluck."

"Thank you!" Amal laughed quietly.

*&*&*&*&

Rajab watched Vasheronne talking to Luke on the phone. She looked contented to say the least.

After the mini-attack, the guards had been doubled and Luke had been sent off. Theodore talked to him and managed to convince him to leave. It had not been easy.

But it happened.

Luke was distraught, him having promised Vasheronne that he was going to stay. For some reason, Rajab was sad that he broke his word to Vasheronne.

Rajab could tell that Vasheronne was quite happy being back on talking terms with Luke. It made him jealous, and he kept fighting within himself not to do something stupid.

"Thank you... I will call you back!" she hung up just as King Owen walked into his son's library.

"Son, we need to talk."

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Author's Note: *walks out from behind a curtain* hello? please don't hate me...

How are you doing?

Sorry about the slow updates.

I need to run this by you. I have a short story book i write in once in a while.

Well, i just wrote this short story about Little Mix... i wanted to give it a few chapters longer... as a novel yah know. I was thinking maybe it should be more detailed. What do you think?

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