Zoe Osama Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Not anymore. Zoe sighed, pushing aside the thoughts that threatened to linger. She had a job—a real one. She wasn’t just Adonis Walter’s contract wife. She was Zoe Powers, a five-star therapist. Reaching for her phone, she decided that if this so-called honeymoon was already a disaster, she might as well get back to work. She scrolled through her messages, checking for new clients. Most were familiar—high-profile names she had worked with before or new referrals. But one stood out.

Now we have no lead about the real enemy. "Time to go home your Majesty." Beta Osuof arrived just in time before I usually take off from the office inside the pack training center. "Zeina is still not awake. " I voice out after standing from the swivel chair. Beta Osuof shakes his head. "I would have torn that rogue into shreds before he killed himself." His voice laced with rage as he spoke, I walked with him outside to the parking lot. The warriors at the gates bowed their heads and I nodded before getting inside the vehicle.

Oscar continued carefully, "the language he used, the accusation, the timing, it points to one person." He paused, then said the name that shifted the ground beneath them. "Zoe." Petra inhaled sharply. "Zoe is dead." "I know," Oscar said. "But she wasn't alone. She talked about her uncle. Uncle Martins." Tobi stopped pacing. "You're saying this man is related to Zoe Fox?" "Yes," Oscar replied. "I've seen him before. Not clearly, but enough to recognise the pattern. I once overheard Zoe on the phone with him. She called him Uncle Martins. She asked him to take care of a job for her."

whispered Hugo once again. The next split second Zoe turned her head until the left side of her face was parallel to her shoulders. With perfectly rounded eyes, Zoe finally asked, "Are you one of Jamie's bodyguards?" For the first time, after five years Zoe tried to bury —put the name on the list of sentences that were unyielding to say. Today, due to Hugo still-gray-looking motif, Zoe mentions the name of the man she has avoided the most after all this time. Jamie. Jamie Rose Krueger.

The records would show that she had left American to Saudi Arabia in the company of a man, Omar bin Khalid, a first class graduate of the Cambridge University and only son of the Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban. The trace was easy because Omar was also an American citizen by naturalization. His father wasn't just an ordinary man, he was the Sheikh and the Sheikh wielded just enough Saudi power, killing her would be welcoming trouble to his door step and he knew his father was smarter than that. She wouldn't be killed. But that didn't guarantee her total safety. He shrugged.

She held Yasmine's hand and said, "Thank you, Yasmine. I thank you on behalf of Zoey." Yasmine could tell that Leanna genuinely appreciated her. She smiled faintly and said, "So, the Zoey you mentioned is Russell's wife, right? What kind of person is she?" Leanna looked at the red glow on the horizon, reminiscing about Zoey. "She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and understanding woman. She was skilled in medicine, known as Dr. Z. When she encountered people who couldn't afford medical treatment, she not only waived the fees but sometimes even provided expensive herbs for free. Of course, she didn't hesitate to charge those who were wealthy. She earned a lot of money, but most of it was d

Moba, Osman's underling who had been eavesdropping on their conversation went to report to his master about all that he had heard. "Oh really?" A smile played across Osman's face. "I'll make Swift pay for the humiliation he caused me by making sure his plans fails. Since the death of Usman, his second in command at the hands of Swift. his subordinates had seen him as being incapable of protecting them.