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Chapter 43. You say you love him but you couldn’t even protect him.
After fifteen minutes of vigorous thinking, we had come up with a plan – scream and bang on the door till someone opens it.
So we started screaming and hitting the door with our fists.
“Hello!? Open the door.”
“We are harmless. Open the door.”
I gave Alex a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Harmless? Who needs to know that?”
Alex shrugged. “You don’t know it could be the police out there.”
I pointed at the door, motioning him to listen to the childish squeals and yells. “That is not the police.” I strained my ears suddenly freezing in shock. “Is that Zivah?”
Alex touched his ear to the door. “And Evan?”
The last chapter!!It has been great seeing you here.And I hope you loved reading this book as much as I love writing it.And I do hope you read my other works and encourage me to write more books ;)I love you all!--Chapter 44. Our love is chaotic and I wouldn’t have it any other way.“You think she’s dead?”“How can you even say that?”“She hasn’t moved in over a day.”“That’s because she fainted not because she’s dead.”“Tell her to wake up.”“That’s now how this works!”“Don’t yell at me.”“Don’t talk stupid then.”“Tell that to your face.”“Both of you, shut up!”
Epilogue.2 years later.“It’s finally happening.”“I know. I am so excited.”“Are you ready?”“I have been ready for this for a long time Alex.” I whispered.He smirked back. “Don’t I know it? I am excited too.”“It’s going to be special.” I sighed.“And magical.” Alex held my hand. “It’s going to be a long night.”I winked at Alex. “I am looking forward to it. Did you get it?”Alex took out a packet from his pocket waving it in front of me. “Right here.”I took a deep breath, taking the packet and examining it. “This should work. It’s dotted.”“Your favorite.”“Great I’ll take this dotted net bag to Athena and put the wedding rings in it.” I
Welcome to Hacked Hearts. Excusem the spelling or grammar mistakes, because I am only human. I hope you love this story and enjoy reading it. Don't be a silent reader, I'd love to know your views. Okay, then see on the otherside ;) Chapter 1: I don't do drugs, so I can have a bad habit. "I hate Tuesdays!" I groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, snuggling into my Panda blanket. "You say that for every single day, including Friday." Zivah muttered. "Now get up or you'll be late.As always." I opened one eye to find her applying mascara, her mouth was open and her face was twisted in a weird way as she concentrated on applying it properly. It was honestly fun to watch her apply make-up, the way her face deformed and turned, the way her lips pressed against each other and how h
Chapter 2.You are a woman, you don't bow bitch.8.40 am, Wednesday.I was wide awake, made tea, had it with some butter cookies, dressed up in my regular jeans and top and was completely ready for my law classes which were supposed to start at 10.00am.That is how anxious and inquisitive I felt.Sitting on a chair and twiddling my fingers is what I had been doing for the past five minutes. My previous unbroken phone, which fortunately I couldn't part with, was lying on the table in front of me and exactly besides it, was the card Alex Bianchi had given me yesterday.The numbers were well registered in my mind by now, I had stared at it way too many times. So now I knew his number by heart as well. Just his soul was left now.The whole night I could barely sleep and in addition to my anxiety, Zivah hadn't come home. Apparently Sebastian had made her work overnight for
Chapter 3.Only a donkey could find you attractive. It had been ten minutes since we were locked in this room. And although I had turned on my phone's flashlight there was no range on my phone to call anyone and ask for help. And he had left his phone at his desk, because he had another one in the room next door - the one I should have entered. "What is this room?" I waved my phone around, looking at the endless number of folders and files stuffed in every corner. "It's the file room." Alex answered, he was sitting on a small table at the corner, his laptop on his lap as he typed something very fast. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and I could see he was frustrated. I would be too. "I am sorry, I didn't know about this door." I heard Alex sigh. "It's okay Myra, it's not your fault. I have dropped a mail to the main security. They should have this door open i
New new new! Woohoo!--Chapter 4. I'm on a honeymoon with my bed.After three hectic days of juggling myself between classes and working a job in the ever busy and chaotic world of IT. I could finally relax at home and sleep till 12pm. Gosh when was the last time I slept for that long? I could barely remember.As a child, I wanted to be a grownup and now as a grownup, all I wanted was my childhood back.Dear 7 year old me, Enjoy while it lasts because it fucking doesn't last for long.I groaned and stretched my arms, stuffing my face into the pillow. My Panda blanket was over me, it sure felt better than a man on top of me."Myra! Are you planning to leave that bed?" Zivah shouted from somewhere in the house."No, can't you see I'm on a honeymoon with my bed." I shouted back, snuggling deeper into the bed and bl
Chapter 5. Smells like a burnt pig all the timeI had no idea what Alex Bianchi had drank or how much he had. But I knew that it was more than he could handle.He was grinning bright, something I had never seen him do. In fact I was sure the paparazzi who followed him 24*7 hadn’t seen him grin that big. And here he was, grinning like a Cheshire Car, eyes sparkling with glee and unstable feet trying to balance on the floor.“You should sit.” I remarked as he took a step towards me and ending up stamping on his own feet, scowling with pain.I lightly pushed his shoulder, leading him towards the couch. “Sit.” I ordered.He shook his head like a small kid. “No.”I sighed a little irritated. Disturbing my sleep can be hazardous to health, your health.“Alex just sit, you can barely stand. I’ll get some water.” I commanded in a firm vo
Chapter 6. He isn’t my type.Zivah avoided or was it me who avoided her, I didn’t really know. We hadn’t seen other for almost a week now. And I had spent more than two hours silently tearing up in my Panda blanket over it.This was the longest we hadn’t talked to each other. Even if one of us went home, we made it a point to message or just call at least once every day. And here, living in the same flat, magically our timings would differ.If I could hear her shuffling around in the kitchen, I stayed in my room. And if she heard me moving around, she wouldn’t dare come out. Fortunately my weeks were super busy so I was barely ever in the flat.I did occasionally find pancakes or fruits on a plate for me and that made me smile with tears in my eyes. Gosh how I missed that rotten woman!A part of me couldn’t face Zivah because I was afraid of how