Ashar explains to the cops while I stand beside him, listening to their conversation, "Sanaya is the witness of the entire scenario. When Carol will awake, she'll tell you the name of the culprit. But you have one witness and that is enough for now to arrest Noah."
Carol's doctor said her head injury is not very deep and it would be healed in few days. However, she is in mental trauma right now, that's why he gave her some pain killers to put her to sleep for few hours.
Ashar is trying his best to get Noah arrested. He pledged to himself that he would send him behind bars.
"Okay, but we need to get victim's statement for further investigation." One of the cops says to him.
Ashar put his right hand inside his pants' pocket, "You're going to arrest Noah Rogers for now, right?"
"Yes. We're going to Roger's house right now. We'll come here in the morning." The cop informs and walks away.
"Are you sure Sanaya that you're not hur
A chill goes down my spine. Samara is a bad news for me. As soon as I hit the 'accept' button on my phone screen, she explodes, "I'm doomed. Everyone knows now, Sanaya.""What are you talking about?" I inquire hesitantly."My own Dad two-timed me. He told everything to Uncle Matt." She begins crying on phone, "Just because he can't cheat his lifelong friend."My lips part. I'm completely thunderstruck. I sit back on the same table I shared with Ashar few minutes ago. Cold fear spirals through me. I understood now about his father's urgent call. Ashar is going to know about the truth of his marriage soon. My end is near.Samara can't get a grip on her own created mayhem. She comforted me with her lies that she would take care of everything. Her father won't reveal the truth. This woman is fooling me since the beginning."Sanaya? Are you listening to me?" She yells."What-what's going to happen now?" I stammer."They don't know about you yet. But Uncle Matt has asked
I go back to hospital again to stay with Carol. "How are you doing know?" "I'm feeling devastated." She whispers. "You're scaring me, Carol." I sit down beside her bed side. Bandage is wrapped around her head. She is looking weak and sad. "I feel so broken. My feelings were sincere for him. I can't believe he was thinking to molest me the whole time." She chokes in grief, "He was so drunk and then all of sudden, he became wild and forced me to...to..." Tears begin streaming down her face. I hold her hand, "Carol, relax. Please. Over-thinking will worsen your health. Forget about him." It' difficult for me to console her at such a moment when I need some encouragement too to solve my own problem. This is the most difficult phase of my life. I don't know how to call it...a wife? Not wife or half wife? What I am now? "You were right about him. I should've listened to you." She sniffles, drying her tears with her hand. "You
The clock strikes nine in the evening when I begin cooking some instant noodles for my dinner. I have adopted the habit of frugality since I have stopped working for Hobsons, just trying to save some money for my college and for paying the rent of the place where I'm living. I have to live like this until I'll get another job. However, so far I'm failing.Places where I have left my résumé refused me with a reason that they are full nowadays. Four days has passed since my crime is known to everyone. No one has contacted me after that day, not even Samara which is a good thing because I also want to stay away from them as much as possible.But I'm bothered and curious about what is going to happen next, how Hobsons have decided to solve this marriage disaster and when I can be free from this. I'm freaking me out.The doorbell of my house rings. I stop transferring my boiled noodles into a bowl and reach for the door. Since my apartment i
Last night Ashar's anger was suffice to weaken my strength and my hope that there would be a day when I would be able to make them believe that I'm not a bad person. His threats and hatred scare me to death and make me realize that I won't be able to stand against those powerful people. I'm too impuissant in front of them. Ashar sounded like he is planning to crush me or worse. He's not going to listen or understand me. I've no one on my side to defend me or be my witness. Samara is the only witness, but she chose to back stab me. "What happened to your arm?" Matt Hobsons inquires. I'm currently in Hobsons' mansion because Matt Hobsons called me in the morning to come over. My stress level is only rising. Last night, Ashar came to my place to show his hatred for me now his father called me and I don't know the reason yet. "I fell." I lie. I self-dressed my wound last night and it's a lot better now. Ashar's father looks somewhat similar to him
The same day in the evening, I just sluggishly lay on the middle of my bed, looking at the ceiling. The idea of becoming a wife of the billionaire at the age of eighteen is like a bundle of nerves for me. I'm not sure what is more saddening for me, the fact that I'm now married to the man who think of me as despicable being or the fact that Hobsons are going to lock me in their house and monitor my actions.Which one was the most severe and frightful for me, I can't tell I keep thinking and can't make up my mind to listen to Matt's order. Although he asked me to shift to his house by tonight, but I'm still at my rental apartment and remain torpefied.Sudden knock on my door makes me jump out of my skin. I sit up and glance at the door. Maybe Matt has sent his men now to take me to his house. With the pounding heart, I stand up from my bed and reach to the door.A young, good-looking man in formal outfit is standing there at my doorway with his hands in his pocke
Samara has to give me some explanations for her selfish behavior. She is the main culprit behind all this. She spoiled my image in Hobsons' mind when she could easily bring me out of this mayhem. After meeting with Samara, I'll try to talk to Ashar and make him see the full picture. I can't just stay here silently without trying to clear my name and prove my innocence.Ashar has to know that I'm also not interested in this marriage and will do anything to set myself free from this accidental marriage. I stand in front of Samara's room and knock the door twice. When I hear her faint voice, I open the door and go inside."So, you're finally here." Samara utters. She in the same room where she asked me to wear her wedding dress. It all started from this room. If I wouldn't have came here on the wedding day, this family wouldn't have dragged me here again as a fraud.I cross my arms on my chest, "Yes. Now can you explain why are you doing this to me? I helped
I slowly open my eyes and move them around. The crystal wall lights, geometrical wooden ceiling and the light cooling of the air conditioner remind me the events of the last night. Sitting up, I relax my loose hair through my fingers. Last night I drifted to sleep on the floor, just beside the large bed because I wasn't comfortable sleeping on that soft bed.I let out a loud groan as I feel my muscles contract and the backache. It is probably due to the air conditioner or the cold floor. When my meeting ended with Samara, I came back to this room and laid on the floor. Within few minutes, sleep took over me.Samara told me about her emergency last night and to say that I was shocked could be an understatement. I was out of words. There was a guy named William who was after her since eleven months. He claimed that he loved Samara and wanted to marry her. However, Samara couldn't reciprocate the same feelings to him. She clearly told him that. At first, she t
Samara said she refused William's proposal because she was getting married with the love of her life. But that guy didn't give up. He even visited her office several times. On the wedding day, William sent her few pictures to threaten her. Actually those were the visual evidence of their hang outs and intimate moments. He said he was about to send those pictures to Ashar's cell phone because he couldn't see his love getting married to some other man. Samara got scared and planned to meet him in person as she thought this could be the only way to talk some sense into him. She tried to get in touch with Ashar to convince him to delay the wedding for an hour or two so she could fix that problem, but when she couldn't get a hold of him she started thinking of some other way. She said if Ashar would've seen those pictures, he would've gone crazy with anger and called off the wedding immediately. She cared for Hobsons and Ashar, therefore, she couldn't just give up and let