ZAYNA

I went back to my room after the discussion with father. I heard his car leaving and I hated the fact that he seems to care about Elisabeth this days.

His words still echoed in my ears, each syllable as sharp as the chill that seemed to seep into my skin.

There was someone meddling in our plans—someone willing to gamble everything to disrupt the other we can carefully crafted.

I didn't know who it was but I intended to find out soon just as father had instructed.

Stripping down , I left the cool water from the shower wash away the tension clinging to me.

Even as the...