Chapter 158

Amara's POV

I felt like a cheap wore in the dress that Dee selected for me. Though Mariam tried her best in making me look good, I still felt disgusted.

I tried to act numb, ignoring Dee's sly remarks but it wasn't working. All I wanted was to shove a knife that I had sharpened to my satisfaction into his neck. I imagined how horrified and scared he would look knowing that death was ready to receive him.

He had informed me that it was going to be a nice party but I wasn't convinced. As far as it had to do with him in the mafia, all parties were the same. Only the arrangement and dresscode differed.

I was still surprised that he was comfortable in taking me out of the house. It was for my own good as I was almost going insane living with him. His presence made the air in the house polluted but I wished I could die from it.

The thoughts of running away gnawed in my heart as I stared at the trees and buildings that we passed by. I wondered how it would feel to open the door and jump