Chapter 151: Unforeseen

“Beg me then,”

To Zakir’s demand, I narrowed my eyes in disgust. No, no, I won’t. I won’t reach that defenseless point again.

Pressing my teeth together, I knew I was going to fall low in my own eyes but Zakir had surely done it.

… Just about time.

Alphonse knew about the signal, the sound of a whistle so he backed away but Zakir. He had no idea so he foolishly continued.

“What happened huh? Got your tongue? Can’t beg me to save her life?”

At my muteness, he pointed his gun at Aalifa. I knew my silence would cost me more than I bargained for.

My heart was pumping madly, my throat was dried in anticipation. The terror was caught around my soul.

Shaking, my body was numb, fear, apprehension, anxiety attacked me when Aalifa was writhing in pain and he was about to shoot her.

“Fine then, I will end-”

And before he could pull the trigger and my Ultimate protection could emerge, unexpectedly, Saira, came in between.

“Saira, No!” I shouted in dread, in a moment of disbelief when she came.

Not foreseeing her to meddle in between but it was too late as he shot the gun and it pierced through her stomach.

“Saira!?”

He ended up shooting… Saira.

That damn asshole. Fuck everything now! How dare he shoot her!?

Growling, I slammed my hand down, searching for my gun.

Not caring about anything as he fell on his knees, holding her bloody body with tears.

That repulsed me when he was the one who ruined her home and was not holding her affectionately.

“Saira! Saira, no, no! Wake up, my sister, open your eyes…”

Coughing blood, the moment I held the gun and pointed it at Zakir, with a tear, I never thought I would shed a painful tear for Saira again yet I did.

Okay, I never loved Saira but I had spent eleven fucking years of my life with her.

How could I let anyone hurt her? Killing her was a damn distant matter!

Saira smiled at me, freezing my body, speaking her last words that pierced an arrow through my chest.

“I hope... You could forgive me… Zaviyaar… for being the.. Worst wife…”

A tear rolled down my cheek, becoming incapable to react for a moment. How could he kill her? My body was in a state of shock briefly.

I never thought watching her lifeless form would… hurt.

Scowling, I shot my gun with a heartbreaking wail, “What have you done, Zakir!?”

“This is all her fault!”

Ducking to dodge my bullet he turned to Aalifa, taking his rage on her while I had absolutely lost my purpose, my patience, everything at the moment.

I didn’t care about timing or anything anymore, I wanted him annihilated.

“Don’t.. Hurt the woman.. He loves it. Please…”

Saira begged weakly, losing too much blood by each passing second, holding weakly onto her brother that aches me immensely.

Narrowing my eyes in compassion, I didn’t allow that to pause me and converted all of it into fury. My body ached terribly due to the hitting on the wound.

“Why not!? Everything worsened because of her. She deserves this! If my sister is dying then she will too!”

“Like hell I will let you!”

“Die, you fucking dancer-”

The second I almost pulled my trigger, not caring about the consequences, to end this disease of my life-

A series of gunshot came accompanied by a headshot on Zakir’s forehead, killing him in one hit precisely along with his men in one go.

Blinking, the dangerous whistle echoed, indicating the situation I wanted to avoid had arrived as he proved once again why he was known as the Plague Doctor.

“Ah, I have detected a plague,”

I didn’t want him to arrive. I didn’t want him here, if I was capable enough to handle it on my own. His arrival reminded me why I was fourth, I felt degenerated.

It ached because I, what did I do? Nothing.

“Boss-”

Hashir came too with Akram and others but to no avail, he had come to clean the mess.

“You’re late, Hashir. Try to be swifter next time,” Nathaniel mocked.

Gritting my teeth, I looked up at Nathaniel who was in his Plague Doctor mask.

Observing the area where my home was stained with blood, whistling his melody of death.

“Tsk,”

Growling, I forced myself to sit up, holding my bleeding stomach.

Gasping for air, glancing at my injured brother, dead first wife, unconscious second wife and restricted mother.

What happened to my home!?

“And personally, I don’t like men degrading women, especially a pregnant one,”

Nathaniel added, opening his mask to breathe freely, revealing his identity as the Plague Doctor in a long sigh, becoming dominant.

He assigned his people their jobs.“De Villiers. Amanda, take out the trash,”

“You guys clean this up. I want this hall spotless.”

Then curling his lips in a soft smile, he turned to a middle aged lady, “Gracie, dear, treat our man there and him,”

“And our patient, Boss?” She asked about Aalifa as I glanced at her, she was no longer awake after being hit so ruthlessly.

Flashing a deadly smirk, Nathaniel stepped forward.

“I shall personally attend her. May I, Zaviyaar?”

I just lowered my gaze, hating the whole moment when his men were cleaning ‘my’ mess. At my lack of reply, he let out a ‘hmph’ response.

“I take that as a yes,”

Walking coldly, he stepped over Zakir’s body, his pool of blood, staining his shoes, not giving a damn about it, stopping before Aalifa.

“Oo, how painful,”

He made a painful face at the glass which pierced her delicate skin. He made her turn to him, checking her that made him serious abruptly.

My heart skipped a beat in horror at his expression as he called.

“Mark, De Villiers, Amy. Come here. We have an emergency here. Zaviyaar, how long was she pregnant?”

“Almost five months… is she okay?”

“Yeah, I guess, can’t say the same for the baby, he had surely hit her too hard.”

Hit her? Didn’t she cover herself? Didn’t she stop his impact?

While I was lost in my distress, Mother rushed into my arms, sobbing badly when they took Erhan to treat him while I stood stunned at the condition of my home.

“Zaviyaar! What happened!? Whose evil eye did this!?”

Placing my hand over her shoulder, I had never felt this horrible in a devilishly long time.

After helping Mother to sit, I saw his people were about to drag Saira’s body too but I came in between, holding his wrist.

“Don’t... Take her. She is ‘not’ trash,” My voice came out feeble.

They nodded and went to their work. Bending on my knees, I removed the hair on her face, staring at her lifeless body.

“I am sorry, Saira. I am sorry that I failed as a husband, as your protector. I am so sorry,” I whispered, releasing an unwanted tear.

How weak I had become?

I failed. I had failed terribly.