Share

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER 17

“So what if we drifted apart, maybe destiny will make us meet again!”

― Avijeet Das

Dean's P.O.V

There was something odd, and mysterious in the air that morning, I could feel it down in my bones, down to my very core and I had known something was wrong. Very wrong.

It was my wedding day, and my wife's stuff was going to arrive at first light, I had known for I have been the one that had ordered and picked the workers that were to get the job done after Fredrick and my secretary had a long talk the day before of unsettled matters I had to arrange.

I, and Marina were breaking our fast when a rush of cold shot to my brain, and the butter knife I was holding between my fingers fell from my grasp and into the soup bowl making a hard plunge on the way thus causing red dots to smear on the table cloth as my knuckles started turning pale white.

I'd had it controlled for years, I had gone through hell and back educating myself on the peculiar matter and how to keep it at bay. Reading
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status