AVA We were barely unable to keep our hands off each other and only with this little interaction, I have laughed more than I have done since I entered this house. Indeed, he was my source of joy. And I couldn’t even describe the feeling of finally able to hold him after months.I broke away from the kiss, a smile on my face. “Fine.” He muttered, “Let’s talk.”We both sat down, and he started, “Why did you change your name?”“I didn’t. He forced it on me”. I narrated the whole ordeal to Zayn from when I woke up from coma until now. “In summary, It’s been hell. The Carter we knew back then isn’t the same one in this house.” “And I swear, I would kill him!” Zayn seethed, his hands clenching and I immediately interlocked our hands, “We need a solid plan. Carter has so much authority and power in this country.” I said, trying to calm him down. “I think he has mental issues, I think he gets the thrill from killing people.”“Who did he kill?”“Andrew, Sophia and lots more, Zayn. In fact,
CARTER “Let. Her. Go!” I thundered, my eyes blazing with anger. He had his hands around her waist and I desperately wanted to rip it apart. He didn’t move them. “You’ll have to go through me first.” Zayn muttered, his voice firm and loud. My eyes flickered to Ava and then back to Zayn, I stepped closer to where he stood, “What I do with my wife, doesn’t concern you!”“Including raping her?” He shot back, his voice laced with disgust, “Who tries to rape his own wife you sick motherfucker?!”My blood boiled. “Guards!!” I yelled and they all ran to the scene.Zayn smirked. “Scared?” He taunted, “Gonna hide behind your minions?” His voice was laced with evident mockery and I clenched my fists tightly as he continued, “Or you’re going to finally fight me like a man? Fight for her.”On instinct, I attempted to punch him, but he was quick to dodge, his fists colliding with my face.I stumbled backwards, pain spreading through my face, “I won’t let you go scot-free.” I muttered, steadying
ZAYNI couldn’t control myself. Not anymore. When I had seen her in tears, clutching my shirt tightly as she pleaded for me to save her from him, I knew I was going to lose every ounce of control in me. And even now, I still wasn't satisfied. I was going to make sure I ruined him down to the ground. There was no justification for the crimes he committed.Putting the last piece of clothing in my bag, I zipped it. Carter had just made our plans effective without even knowing it. The plan was simple… I’ll wait for Ava at the restaurant I had met her and Carter in, after which we leave the country together. I walked out of the room swiftly, and just as I reached the foot of the stairs, Carter’s irritating voice stopped me, “Sure you’re not leaving anything behind?” I turned to face him, he had a sinister and sickly smile on his face and the bruises I had inflicted stuck on his face like makeup. “Your makeup sure looks good on you, boy.” I taunted, stifling a laugh, “You know, I used
AVA“Just the way I like it…you kneeling, with those pretty tears in your face.” Carter said, his voice low and dangerous as he crouched down to raise my face.I bit his hands, pushing him away from me before running to where Zayn stood on the corridor but the guards were quick to hold me down. They turned me to where Carter was standing, his face red with rage and his hands collided with my face, sending me to the floor. I yelped in pain as tears streamed down my face. My head was aching so badly and I just wanted to close my eyes and rest… I managed to get up from the ground, my eyes fixated on Zayn.“What did you do to him?” I asked, admist tears. “What have you done, you psycho.” I continued but it fell on deaf ears.Carter just stood there, his eyes closed muttering something to himself, “Don’t you guys see, he is not okay? Can’t you see that your so-called boss needs help?”SilenceNone of them spoke a word, instead they looked at me like I was the mad one. “Just so you know,
ZAYN My body felt weak…it was like I was drowning in water and the loud cry of pain in her voice made my eyes flutter open. I was being held by two guards, dragging me down the hallway. And that was when everything came rushing down…what they injected in my body made me feel so limp and unable to stand to my feet. They stopped in front of a room, and immediately it was opened, I shrank my nose because of the odor oozing out of it. The place was dark and smelt like dried blood. To my surprise, Carter actually had prisoners in the cells. They looked so pale and sick. The guards opened one of the empty cells, and deposited my limp body in there. I tried to sit up, scanning the area. In all honesty, I had suspected this would happen. When Carter had threatened me while leaving, I knew he wasn’t going to let us leave so easily and so—I made a plan. Noah. He had just arrived in Abu-Dhabi two days ago, and I was supposed to meet with him after which we will wait for Ava, but I had to
Ava’s POV“You spent everything?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising as my hungover husband stumbled into our room and onto the bed.It was 6am, but I hadn’t been able to sleep since I found out that he had closed our joint account on the count of bankruptcy.Ethan groggily lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes squinting at me. “Keep it down, woman,” he groaned, his voice rusty before he gulped down the hungover drink I made him.What a joke? I wasn’t even going to talk about the fact that he was coming in by this time.Tossing a pillow over his face, he muffled, “My head is killing me, just let me sleep this off, okay?"I was shaking in anger as I re-read the paper on my hand, “Ethan, our joint account is empty, and you want to do what? Sleep it off?”“I’m pregnant! I’m with child, and we have nothing but this house? What happened to our savings! What happened to…”“That’s enough woman, you wanted this and not me, so please don’t just start! I fucking lost an investment and all I want to do
Ava’s POV When I got to the doctor's office, I froze at the doorway. The doctor was there but he wasn’t alone.“Ava, you are here…”, Dr. Smith's face when I walked in wasn’t encouraging, and I immediately panicked.“Is there something wrong with my baby?” I asked, still at the door, and before he could answer a deep husky voice drew me to the man seated opposite him.“Mrs. Ava Brown? Do come in” there was something about his voice that helped me calm down but only for a second before the alarms in my head started ringing.“Who is this?” I asked immediately I took in his appearance. Dressed in a white shirt and jeans that did nothing but show his chiseled body structure, my eyes trailed down from his defined jawline down to his toned body.He smelt like danger.“Mrs. Brown, please come in and settle down so we can talk” Dr. Smith said, pulling me out of my trance and as he cleared his throat I composed myself, hiding my flushed face with my hair.Holding his piercing gaze, I asked, m
Ava’s POV“How long are you going to cry?” Zayn finally asked, and I froze, my sobs halted mid-breath. I had spent the entire day crying, from the divorce to this latest betrayal. Zayn's words struck a chord within me. I took a deep breath, wiping away my tears. I looked up at Zayn, my eyes locking onto him. “You may have signed a contract with my now ex-husband,” I began, my voice steady, “and honestly, it has no business with me. I suggest you get a refund from him, this is my body, and it’s only I that gets to decide, you don’t know how much I have always wanted this child, and I will not let you take him away from me.But Zayn interrupted me, “Yes, that's why you would have access to them, and the best part is after everything you would be paid for everything”“Being a paid live-in nanny doesn't sound bad?” He added, and I felt like I'd been slapped. A live-in nanny? “You are a joke mister, do you think money matters to me, I didn’t take a dime in your trashy money so you had b
ZAYN My body felt weak…it was like I was drowning in water and the loud cry of pain in her voice made my eyes flutter open. I was being held by two guards, dragging me down the hallway. And that was when everything came rushing down…what they injected in my body made me feel so limp and unable to stand to my feet. They stopped in front of a room, and immediately it was opened, I shrank my nose because of the odor oozing out of it. The place was dark and smelt like dried blood. To my surprise, Carter actually had prisoners in the cells. They looked so pale and sick. The guards opened one of the empty cells, and deposited my limp body in there. I tried to sit up, scanning the area. In all honesty, I had suspected this would happen. When Carter had threatened me while leaving, I knew he wasn’t going to let us leave so easily and so—I made a plan. Noah. He had just arrived in Abu-Dhabi two days ago, and I was supposed to meet with him after which we will wait for Ava, but I had to
AVA“Just the way I like it…you kneeling, with those pretty tears in your face.” Carter said, his voice low and dangerous as he crouched down to raise my face.I bit his hands, pushing him away from me before running to where Zayn stood on the corridor but the guards were quick to hold me down. They turned me to where Carter was standing, his face red with rage and his hands collided with my face, sending me to the floor. I yelped in pain as tears streamed down my face. My head was aching so badly and I just wanted to close my eyes and rest… I managed to get up from the ground, my eyes fixated on Zayn.“What did you do to him?” I asked, admist tears. “What have you done, you psycho.” I continued but it fell on deaf ears.Carter just stood there, his eyes closed muttering something to himself, “Don’t you guys see, he is not okay? Can’t you see that your so-called boss needs help?”SilenceNone of them spoke a word, instead they looked at me like I was the mad one. “Just so you know,
ZAYNI couldn’t control myself. Not anymore. When I had seen her in tears, clutching my shirt tightly as she pleaded for me to save her from him, I knew I was going to lose every ounce of control in me. And even now, I still wasn't satisfied. I was going to make sure I ruined him down to the ground. There was no justification for the crimes he committed.Putting the last piece of clothing in my bag, I zipped it. Carter had just made our plans effective without even knowing it. The plan was simple… I’ll wait for Ava at the restaurant I had met her and Carter in, after which we leave the country together. I walked out of the room swiftly, and just as I reached the foot of the stairs, Carter’s irritating voice stopped me, “Sure you’re not leaving anything behind?” I turned to face him, he had a sinister and sickly smile on his face and the bruises I had inflicted stuck on his face like makeup. “Your makeup sure looks good on you, boy.” I taunted, stifling a laugh, “You know, I used
CARTER “Let. Her. Go!” I thundered, my eyes blazing with anger. He had his hands around her waist and I desperately wanted to rip it apart. He didn’t move them. “You’ll have to go through me first.” Zayn muttered, his voice firm and loud. My eyes flickered to Ava and then back to Zayn, I stepped closer to where he stood, “What I do with my wife, doesn’t concern you!”“Including raping her?” He shot back, his voice laced with disgust, “Who tries to rape his own wife you sick motherfucker?!”My blood boiled. “Guards!!” I yelled and they all ran to the scene.Zayn smirked. “Scared?” He taunted, “Gonna hide behind your minions?” His voice was laced with evident mockery and I clenched my fists tightly as he continued, “Or you’re going to finally fight me like a man? Fight for her.”On instinct, I attempted to punch him, but he was quick to dodge, his fists colliding with my face.I stumbled backwards, pain spreading through my face, “I won’t let you go scot-free.” I muttered, steadying
AVA We were barely unable to keep our hands off each other and only with this little interaction, I have laughed more than I have done since I entered this house. Indeed, he was my source of joy. And I couldn’t even describe the feeling of finally able to hold him after months.I broke away from the kiss, a smile on my face. “Fine.” He muttered, “Let’s talk.”We both sat down, and he started, “Why did you change your name?”“I didn’t. He forced it on me”. I narrated the whole ordeal to Zayn from when I woke up from coma until now. “In summary, It’s been hell. The Carter we knew back then isn’t the same one in this house.” “And I swear, I would kill him!” Zayn seethed, his hands clenching and I immediately interlocked our hands, “We need a solid plan. Carter has so much authority and power in this country.” I said, trying to calm him down. “I think he has mental issues, I think he gets the thrill from killing people.”“Who did he kill?”“Andrew, Sophia and lots more, Zayn. In fact,
ZAYNThat was so close. Only the heavens knew what would have happened if Carter weren’t drunk. I could remember his facial expression when he had asked me that question, only for him to faint in my arms. We had arrived home now, and I insisted on helping him to his room despite the guards' intervention. The moment we entered, there was a loud crash and Carter immediately voiced out, “Who is there?!”“Show your face.” He added, still unable to stand on his feet. I resisted the urge to chuckle at how unstable he was, before switching on the light and directing him to the bed. He lay down, and I was about to leave when he held me back, “How did you do it?” His breath stank of alcohol, and I released myself from his grip. “Do what?” “How do you handle her so well?” He continued, and I knew he was talking about. Ava. I clenched my fists tightly as he continued, “What do you have on her? Why won’t she love another man?”I wanted nothing more than to hit him so hard—but I couldn’t.
AVA I watched them leave from my room window and immediately left my room. I knew all the blind spots in the hallways, so it was easy to navigate through until I got to his room. With the spare key I had managed to steal, I opened it hurriedly and entered. This was my first time in this room, and my eyes scanned the room for any cameras, but I didn’t find any. Switching on the lights, I moved around. The reason I had come here was to find the forged passport he made for me. I started with the drawers. Papers, pens. Gun.I froze. He had a gun, not one but two, lying in his drawer. I shut the drawer fast, trying to steady myself. Next was the wardrobe, I rummaged everything, making sure not to scatter…but there was nothing. Where could he have hidden this? I was about to close the wardrobe when my eyes caught something. My ring. The one Zayn had given me on our wedding day. It fell to the ground and my fingers trembled as I bent to pick it up, shoving it in the bag I had brough
ZAYNDay 3. I had four more days to stay and I still haven’t made any progress. I could only hope now that she saw the note I had written. Noah has informed me how influential Carter was in this country, and so I couldn’t confront him out rightly which was so frustrating and sickening. A small tap on my door broke me away from my thoughts. “Come in” I responded, not bothering to stand up. Talk about the devil.Carter walked into my room with an expressionless face and a wine in his hand. I sat up from the bed. “Is something wrong?” “Why were you in my wife’s room?” He asked, and my gaze flickered to his hands that were clenching. I didn’t respond immediately, and he added, “what did you tell her?”“What do you think?” I said out loud before I could stop myself. He froze, his eyes widening in shock as his grip on the wine tightened, “I thought about making her something because of her injury.”He eyed me suspiciously, a low chuckle escaping from his lips, “Mr. Beckham, why are
AVAAt first, I thought I was sleeping. Carter’s voice sounded so distant and hushed, but the words were too sharp to be ignored. “It’s just for a week. What could possibly happen?” He whispered, and I strained my ears to hear him properly, “I had to agree so as not to raise suspicion. If I find out he has an ulterior motive or if he finds out her real identity—I won’t hesitate to kill him!”On the last words, I jolted up awake, my heart beating so fast. And there he was…a sickly smile on his face as his eyes burned me with so much intensity. He quickly dropped the phone on my bed stand, “You’re awake.” He said casually, “Did you have a nightmare?”I didn’t respond to his question, not when I had just heard him threatening to kill Zayn. I had thought this was just a sick obsession but from that call, it’s obvious it was something worse, perhaps a vendetta against Zayn. “How is your hand? Does it still hurt?” He asked again, reaching out to my hand and I flinched, before questioni