“My Saafia, who cannot look at another man with the same devotion, was with you. ‘In your shirt’ after ‘passing out’,”

I hissed after hitting Helder whose face was bruised with a trail of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Yet, he remained shameless, leaning his head back, Helder laughed evilly.

“Dariel, let me go, you are making a wrong choice. You will regret it," He dared to threaten me mindlessly.

“Helder, my brother, tell me, since when did an unconscious person start changing her clothes herself? Do you think I wouldn’t know that you set that up?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his audacity to challenge...