Chapter 63 Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Three
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Mirah
I closed my eyes, willing to stop listening to him. His presence became faint and faint.
Not before he said, “I let you go this time. The next time, I'd cage you so you'd have no way of escape. And right before your very eyes, I'd kill your beloved.”
With that, his presence finally vanished. I opened an eye at first, and then the second.
He was no longer there. I sank down to the cold bathroom floor.
He'd given me a warning. He was coming back with a vengeful heart.
I rushed out of the bathroom, in search of Zeke. I had to tell him what'd transpired.
My legs were wobbly, as I wandered in Zeke's spick and span apartment. I was about to pass by a door, when the voices inside halted my steps. It was unmistakably Zeke's, and someone else. Probably Qyle.
“Are you sure his company will never recover?” Zeke asked in a cold voice I'd never heard before.
My hand on the doorknob went stiff. I wasn't an eavesdropping type. But for whatever reason, I was curious about what they were saying.
“Bankruptcy is my forte. His company would never recover.” Qyle replied in an equally low voice. I decided not to think much into it. They were probably talking about someone else, and not who I had in mind.
But Zeke's next words made my heart sink to my legs.
“Good. And I don't want her to ever know.”
No. No. No.
It better not be. Maybe I was overthinking.
Out of surprise, I mistakenly slipped and fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” I muttered and I tried getting up.
The door opened, bringing Zeke's face and Qyle's into sight.
“Mirah? What-” Zeke turned briefly to look at Qyle, and back to me.
I rose from the floor. “Care to explain what I just heard?” I stared directly into his eyes.
An uncomfortable look took over his face. “You were listening.”
I crossed my arms. “Prince Ezekiel,” I called out coldly.
“I have some documents to sort out. I'll take my leave now.” Qyle said, and moved out of the room.
I didn't stop him. Once Qyle was gone, Zeke heaved a sigh.
“Why don't we take our seats?” He suggested, trying to reach out to me.
I dodged his touch easily. He winced, and retracted his hand.
“It's not what you think, Kitten.” he said softly.
I didn't respond, and simply glared harder at him.
He turned and opened the door wider to allow me access. I didn't argue this time, and walked in. He closed the door after me.
I looked around the room, which had a mix of library and study in one. It had a golden chandelier which threw down soft golden lights on the room. A large mahogany table stood at the side, with a lamp on it. The floor itself was made of marble, and it shone under the lights.
I concluded that Zeke had this room custom-made, since none of our rooms had this kind of splendor. Perhaps he was affiliated with the owner of this building.
Since this wasn't the time to admire his library/study, I turned to face him squarely.
“Zeke, tell me the truth. That'd be better. Were you behind my father's company's bankruptcy?” I asked with bated breath.
Deep down , I wanted him to deny it. To tell me that he had no knowledge of what happened. And that he was talking about another person. I didn't dare to breathe, as I waited for his answer.
Zeke didn't respond right away. But with each passing second, my anxiety mounted.
“Zeke? Answer me. Were you behind my father's company's bankruptcy?!” My breath was getting shaky.
His brows knitted, as he took slow strides towards me.
“Don't even come close, Zeke.” I backed away.
“Mirah, I-” He heaved a sigh.
“You haven't answered my question. Did you, or did you not?” I asked him, as tears threatened to slip down my cheek.
He still didn't respond.
“Fucking answer me, Zeke. Did you?” My chest heaved, I waited for his response.
From the way his body tensed, I could figure out my answer. But I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear it straight from his lips.
I didn't want to conclude so fast. Even as the evidence was right there in front of my eyes, I wanted to bury myself in my delusion.
Didn't he know that hurting my father was indirectly hurting me?
I knew how much of a scumbag my father was, but I didn't know why I felt betrayed.
“Zeke, you aren't saying anything. Are you perhaps stalling for time?” My voice cracked from the hurt.
He finally stared into my eyes. “I did.”
Blood roared in my ears, as I whispered, “What?”
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Zeke
I could see the hurt in her eyes, as she backed away. She averted her gaze.
“But why? Why?” I heard her whisper.
“He hurt you, Mirah. You didn't object when I dealt with his goons sometime ago. Why are you upset about this matter?” That was what I couldn't comprehend.
“Because,” she looked up, and began walking over to me. She halted right at my front, and jabbed a finger at my chest.
“You kept it away from me. You took matters into your own hands. Zeke, I don't want you to fight my battles for me.” She was crying now. My heart broke, and I tried to hug her. She slipped away, to the side.
“Revert it.” She said.
I blinked. “Pardon?”
“Revert what you've done, Zeke. I don't appreciate it.”
She was being unreasonable. Couldn't she see that she had a selfish inhumane man as a father? I knew she was softhearted, but she needed to be hard hearted at times.
“I'm afraid I can't.” I said softly.
“And why is that?” She retorted.
“It's irreversible, Kitten. I can't do anything at this point.” I said softly.
Her tears dropped down in two straight lines. “I can't believe I'm dating a man- if this shit we're doing can be called dating, who sees it as something normal to make my father's company go bankrupt.” Her voice cracked.
I wanted to speak, but there was nothing I could say.
“And if tomorrow, I go against your orders, or do something you don't like, what'd happen? You'd end my life?” She hit my chest again.
The hollow in my chest grew bigger, and bigger. And all I wanted to do was hug her and apologize. Even though I believed I hadn't done anything wrong.
“Kitten,” I began, and she moved away from me.