53 | The catch

Delilah was ready. Everything that she needed was in order. The Sheikh just left that morning and so it was time to put her plan in action. Her knife sat comfortably in her pocket as she dropped the poison into the pot of porridge that she was preparing and stirred. She did not mind if everyone died then, as far as her child was alive. She stirred the food and then brought the spoon to her mouth to taste, she almost put it in her mouth and then she burst into laughter. They were all going to be dead, all of them.

Delilah could imagine as they ate the food not knowing who cooked it and they became satisfied smiling, that was not before they all fainted and died. Her son had to live, Raul had to live by all means. Even if the King himself had to die.

"The family is already seated, let me serve them," Aisha said and started dishing the food inside the plate. Delilah just smiled. She would be so happy if Aisha ate the food too, the bitch felt that she was more than she actually was. She