Semua Bab Bride For The Blind Don: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Amber.I paced from the bedroom door to the bathroom doorway and back again.My bare feet silent against the cool marble.If I hadn’t glanced at the wall clock for the second time, I wouldn’t have believed an entire hour had slipped past since I woke up.Zeden was still sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled low around his hips, breathing deep and even.This was the longest I’d ever seen him sleep.Peacefully.Oblivious.And it made my blood boil hotter.Last night’s words kept looping in my head like a bad song I couldn’t shake.He’d apologized, sure.Soft kisses, murmured sorrys, arms pulling me close until I stopped fighting.But the sting hadn’t faded.He’d called my effort terrible.Poison.Said I shouldn’t touch the kitchen again.Like my hands were dangerous.Like trying to feed him as his wife was some kind of crime.I’d turned my back, faced the wall, and let the silence swallow everything he said after that.Eventually he’d sighed, kissed my shoulder one last time, and slip

Amber.I needed to get Zameera out of this house, even if just for a couple of hours.The poor girl wanted nothing more than to feel normal for once, to run around with other kids, scream on slides, chase balloons, do the things every child her age took for granted.And Zeden?He was still locked in that iron cage of paranoia, convinced every shadow outside the gates hid a Rossi sniper or one of his rivals waiting to snatch his daughter.I understood the fear.I even shared it sometimes.But right now, all I could think about was the light in her eyes when she’d begged me.I couldn’t be the one to dim it.An hour had passed since Zeden stormed out.I stood by the window, my arms crossed, watching the driveway.Downstairs, Rukov’s voice carried up faintly. He was asking one of the guys if they’d seen the keys to the black Range Rover.Zeden was heading out.Alone, apparently.That was my window.I moved fast.Quick shower.Simple sundress, flat sandals, hair pulled into a loose ponyt

Amber. Run, Amber. Run.The voice screamed inside my head, louder than anything else in the room. I wanted to listen. God, I wanted to bolt past Zeden, past Julie’s smug face, past Misha’s glittering eyes, out the front door and into the night until my lungs gave out. Hide in some alley, some cheap motel, some place so far from this house that he’d never find me. Dig a hole and crawl inside it. Cut my wrists deep enough that the blood came fast and quiet, so I could bleed out before those rough, scarred hands ever got the chance to close around my throat. At least if I did it myself, the pain would be quick. Controlled and Mine.My stomach twisted so hard I pressed both palms flat against it, fingers splaying over the soft cotton of my dress like I could shield the tiny life inside from what was coming. The fabric bunched under my grip.I should speak before Julie opened her mouth and vomited every poisonous word she’d been saving. Before Misha leaned in with that fake con

Amber.The softness in Zeden’s touch should have felt like mercy.Instead, it shocked straight through my core, sending sharp, jagged jolts of fear into my bones.Every gentle stroke of his thumb over the tiny cut felt like the calm before a blade dropped.I couldn’t trust it.Not after everything.Not after the way he’d looked at me downstairs.Like I’d ripped his daughter out of his chest with my bare hands.My hands kept shaking even as he cradled my palm.The tremor ran from my fingertips up my arms, rattling my whole body.It felt like he’d already put a bullet through my skull, and this, this careful rubbing, was just the slow bleed-out.My breath hitched every time his thumb circled the wound, warm and steady, because softness from Zeden had always come with teeth.I waited for the bite.For the moment the tenderness turned into something crueler.He stood so close his heat swallowed me.Every exhale carried anger and frustration, brushing hot against my snotty, tear-streaked fa

Amber. The door opened without a knock.I jolted upright.Julie Vercetti stood in the doorway, her arms folded tight, lips pressed into a thin, furious line.“What are you doing in my room?” My voice came out colder than I felt. “You didn’t even knock. You just barged in like you have any right.”“Your room?” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with deliberate softness. “Why would I knock in my own house? And stop acting so entitled. You call this place yours? Since when? This is Zeden’s room. Zeden’s house. Just because a nobody from the streets, a daughter of one of his errand boys, managed to trap my son with a ring and a sob story doesn’t mean you own a single inch of this place.”“He married me.” I stood slowly, my spine straightening. “I’m his wife. Everything he has belongs to me too. When I say everything…” I stepped closer, my voice dropping low, each word deliberate, “I mean everything. Including this house. Including the power you thought was yours forever. I