The Rejected Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chapter 62 : "When the truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie." — Yevgeny YevtushenkoAt the mention of the devil the door slammed open.I bolted upright.“What the hell is going on here?” came kamir’s cold, accusing voice.“So the rumors are true, are you really sharing the cake around?”My heart dropped. My breath hitched. His eyes darted between Yusuf and I—me in my nightwear, him with his arm still lazily resting behind me on the bed.Kamir had already turned around and started bellowing down the hallway.“ Father! Auntie Mariam! All of you, come upstairs right now! Come and see something for yourselves!”“Will you keep your voice down!” Yusuf exclaimed walking towards the door, his own agitation rising“No, no, no,” I whispered, standing up in a panic. “What are you doing?”But it was too late for caution, as we soon heard footsteps coming both from the stairs below and above. Kamir used her hands to block the doorway, to prevent us from l

"Every last person we kill is for family. If we do not kill them, they kill us. It’s the way of the world. It is self-defense." — J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People Sometimes, I sleepwalk.Sometimes, I dream in motion and end up gliding around my house at night, usually with no memory afterwards. From the different bedrooms to the living rooms, the kitchen, and even the servants’ quarters, I have been sighted in various parts of my house at odd hours of the night. Sometimes, when the person who finds me is kind-hearted, I am led back to my bedroom, and I’m none the wiser about it when I wake up the following morning. But if I am left unhindered, I usually awake in the same place; in my garden, sleeping on a bed of flowers. It’s as if, even in my sub-consciousness, I crave the peace and tranquility I get from the place I consider my safest haven in this prison that is my home.As the sun rays hit my face, I realise it has happened again, and my nocturnal stroll has le

"Some wounds run too deep for the eye to see; they bleed in silence, beneath layers of performance." — UnknownAfter a quick shower, I manage to nibble on some biscuits as I sit in the living room with all the doors open, watching as the police talked to the staff in the dining room, one after the other. When Yusuf and Ibrahim return, the police officer who I learned was the head of the Boston department,named Mark, asks to meet with all four of us again.“I’ve already sent a request to the hospital, for them to make arrangements for an autopsy,” he says. “I believe that will help put everyone’s mind to rest.”“Is it really necessary? Isn’t it obvious the way he died?” Ibrahim asks. “He was stabbed in the stomach and had a chair broken over his head. The evidence is there for all to see.”“Yes, but we still have to conclude which of the two injuries killed him, Sir,” he answers. “We also spoke with all the staff. One of them has been arrested as a poss

"The conscience is a wound that never heals and no balm can ease its pain. You can run from the law, deceive the world, and silence the voices of others, but the voice within—that merciless whisper of truth—echoes louder with every breath. There is no punishment greater than the knowledge of the wrong you have done, no prison tighter than the guilt you carry. And when your sins are dressed in the blood of the innocent, even redemption begins to look away." — Unknown“jacobi ? Jacobi that was just talking to us inside?” Yusuf exclaims. “How is that even possible?”Jacobi puts up no resistance as the police bundle him into their van, and there are more shouts of disbelief as the car drives off. Nobody can believe that the mild-mannered doctor is the one who has committed such a horrible crime, the vicious killer on the loose.“I said it, but you all thought I was crazy,” comes Ibrahim’s voice, as he emerges from the crowd. “I said it was that d

“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” — Michael CorleoneNobody left the table, and their meals remained untouched. Ibrahim, I’m not surprised about, as I know he is determined to watch me like a hawk so I don’t escape. I’m not surprised about Yusuf either, as his fondness for me has made him distressed about the unfolding situation. But kamsir…I just can’t figure out the sudden about-turn in his behavior towards me. It simply makes no sense at all.A little under an hour later, officer mark walks into the room.“Good morning, all,” he greets. “Forgive me, but I had a meeting with the head of security in the country at Washington, hope you know the minister’s death hasn't been taken lightly . May I?” he asks, beckoning at a seat and proceeds to sit when Ibrahim gives a dismissive wave of the hand. “So…you say you have found the killer?” There is no mistaking the cynicism in his voice.“There she is,” Ibrahim answers, pointin