Exasperated, Asa cut the call, not willing to be drawn into an emotional war with her mother. However, before she could even catch her breath, her phone buzzed again. It was a call from her best friend, Anastasia."He-hello," Asa responded, her voice still shaken from the previous call."Asa baby!" Anastasia sounded exuberantly happy, her voice a stark contrast to the one Asa had just heard.Asa let out a faint chuckle. "What's got you so overjoyed?" she asked."No idea, just in high spirits. Anyway, you're coming with me to a birthday party, right?" Anastasia chirped."Um...," Asa began to say, but Anastasia cut her off."No 'ums' or 'buts'. You're definitely coming," Anastasia stated decisively."But I didn't even..." Asa tried to object but was cut short."I know," Anastasia interrupted, laughter tingeing her voice.The girls broke into a round of laughter. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 9PM sharp next tomorrow. Be ready!" Anastasia commanded.Asa acquiesced, deciding that a night out
The lively chatter and music filled the hall as Biden made his way back from his father's room. Despite the noise and distractions, his mind was caught in a loop around the sight of Asa in the crowd. It was unexpected and unsettling. Extracting his phone from his pocket, he quickly shot her a text: "What are you doing here?"Asa's phone buzzed on the table, breaking her into a startled gasp. She hastily picked it up, reading the message from Biden. She quickly composed a reply, her fingers hovering over the screen before finally hitting send. "My mom invited me here. Don't you want me here? I can leave."Biden's phone vibrated with Asa's response. He scanned her message, his face giving away nothing. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his mind in turmoil.Across the hall, Evanna and Priscilla had been following Biden's movements like hawks, their gazes filled with admiration and longing.Evanna, unable to resist the lure any longer, decided to approach Biden. She carefully adj
Alone on the dance floor, Asa suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Each blink felt heavier, and the room began to spin. She tried to steady herself, clutching onto a nearby table, her grip slackening as her strength drained away. It felt as if the world was spiraling out of control.A man appeared from the sea of faces, it was the same one she had been dancing with earlier, his face twisted in an expression of concern. He swooped in, catching her just as she was about to crumple onto the floor."Hey, are you okay?" He asked, a note of false worry in his voice."I...I need my friend," Asa mumbled, her words slurring as she fought the dizziness that was creeping over her. Her mind was a foggy mess, the name of her friend escaping her grasp.The man seized the opportunity. Instead of finding her friend, he carefully maneuvered her towards the exit, his grip firm around her waist. Outside, the night was dark and the air was cool. He helped her into a waiting car, promising her
Deep in the grip of contemplation, Anastasia found herself struggling with an unsettling sense of uncertainty. Her mind was a labyrinth of thoughts, spiraling into the abyss of confusion, with no exit in sight. A constant state of restlessness clung to her like a second skin.With a sudden sharp intake of breath, she whispered to herself, "There's only one way." The realization was as cold and hard as a stone in her stomach. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but swallow she must.She had to confront the man she had always considered her nemesis, Biden Hali. The man whose very existence made her blood boil. The man who she'd fantasized about erasing from her world more times than she could count. Yet now, he was her only hope, her last resort.A sense of urgency propelled her into action. Anastasia reached for her car keys, which lay unattended on the wooden coffee table. She scooped them up in a swift motion and headed towards the front door, her steps echoing with determination in the
The following morning found Asa sitting at a lavish dining table, a sumptuous breakfast spread before her. It had been a while since she was served such an extravagant meal. Initially, she hesitated, wary of their intentions. However, after some thought, she brushed away her concerns with a smirk. "Why would they poison me now?" she mused. It seemed peculiar that her kidnappers would treat her with such hospitality instead of subjecting her to hardship. Even so, she took a cautious bite of the food, mentally preparing herself for any unexpected consequences.Once she had finished her meal, she was confronted with another dilemma. She needed to freshen up, but she had no clean clothes to change into. "What on earth am I supposed to wear?" she muttered, tapping her forehead in frustration.As if in response to her predicament, the door swung open and a group of women entered the room, their arms laden with an array of dresses. Asa watched in surprise as the women silently placed the dr
Throughout the remainder of the day, Biden Hali was uncharacteristically distant. There was an overwhelming gloom that seemed to cast a shadow over his usually radiant disposition. An incessant worry for Asa gnawed at the corners of his mind, making it impossible for him to focus on the daunting pile of work ahead. Stacks of files lay sprawled across his desk, each demanding his attention, yet he found it almost impossible to devote any energy towards them. Every time he remembered Alfred's desperate plea, imploring him to bring his mother back home, guilt washed over him like a bitter wave."Surely she couldn't be with her ex-husband. Even if she were, she wouldn't stay away this long," he thought, trying to make sense of the situation. However, he couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that something was amiss.Suddenly, a knock at the door stirred him from his thoughts. "Enter," he said, his voice sounding more like a command than a simple invitation. Priscilla, his diligent
The journey for the released captive was a daunting one. The passage took him two full days to reach the Russia mafia's concealed camp, taxing his strength and resolve. However, his arrival did not go unnoticed. "We've got incoming," announced one of the lookouts, alerting the others to the approaching figure.Prompted by the call, the Russian men filed out to observe the unfolding scene. "It's one of ours," shouted another man from the rear. Recognizing the staggering figure, a group of them rushed to his aid, for he seemed on the brink of collapse."What happened?" They queried in unison, worry etched in their voices.He was too weakened to reply immediately. His body was a horrific canvas of scars, each one a testament to his torturous ordeal. He resembled a man hanging on the edge of life, teetering on the brink of the abyss. Swiftly, they transported him to their makeshift medical facility.The news of the man's return traveled quickly, reaching the ears of the Mafia boss and hi
His question left Asa taken aback, her jaw dropping slightly in surprise. She had never expected such a proposition from him. Collecting her thoughts, she replied, "In truth, I've been considering the prospect of divorce after a year. The decision to marry was largely my father's, not mine."Her honest admission intrigued the mafia boss. He queried further, "So, your father specifically requested this arrangement? A commitment to Biden Hali for a year but, if circumstances remain unchanged, you would pursue a divorce?"His chuckle sliced through the tension in the room. "Are you suggesting this was all for your father's sake? Are you, perhaps, one of those unfortunate girls who get bartered off in matrimonial deals, which society then labels as marriage?"Asa, not wishing to delve further into the circumstances that led to her matrimonial alliance with Biden, chose to be vague. "It's a complex situation. Let's leave it at that," she deflected, hoping to steer the conversation away fro