Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

I'm Not Answering That

The door to Zaid's bedroom creaks as I push it open, my breath still shaky from everything I've just learned.

Zaid is Aiden's brother.

Jake's son.

The revelation crashes over me over and over again, making my heart race like I've been running for miles, making my stomach turn until I feel like all of my insides will spill out.

I step into his room, not knowing what to expect, not wanting to have any expectations at all. Still, when I turn from the door and face the room, I'm surprised.

I expected chaos.

I expected clothes to be thrown everywhere, maybe even a lingering smell of cologne or

sweat.

But it's not like that at all. It's neat, meticulously so. The bed is made, the sheets smoothed out as if they haven't been touched in days. A small shelf on the wall catches my eye-trophies, gleaming under the dim light coming from the window alone.

Basketball, trophies mostly.

I drop my bag on the floor and step toward the shelf, squinting as I read and look at everything he has set up. I bite my lip. Zaid doesn't seem like the sentimental kind to keep stuff like this up where he can see it everyday.

Pictures of Zaid with his team, arms slung around each other's shoulders, all grins and

adrenaline.

My heart turns sour, twisting in my chest. I suddenly realize why Jake looked so familiar

when I first met him. Zaid looks so much like him. They smile the same way.

There are so many pictures of him in the court, some from the local newspaper with detailed articles. O

He was good at it, probably still is.

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a letter too, unfolded, with the creases still neat and leaning against a

I step closer, squinting my eyes

a full-ride scholarship.

step away.

good,

shelf for longer until I see it. A framed picture on the wall, not far

of him holding a

It's a mugshot.

of it seeping into my skin. There's a smirk on

twisted joke.

stomach turns nauseous and anger boils in

downstairs snaps me out of my thoughts,

but I can't make out

don't like each

have I gotten myself

a family that could possibly

mine.

my eyes for a second. All I can think about is how I hope it's not

little time to take over me when the door open and Zaid steps inside, his eyes

his head when he

my voice shaking with anger. "Is

easygoing mask he usually wears slipping

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"You

can't help it if it's a good picture," he says, his

my father and my brother to a car

that, a flash of something dark crossing his face. His hands clench at

calm the pain inside me.

for a second, his gaze narrowing on the window before

tot he shelf. He looks over my shoulder to the

settling on me

secrets in those

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