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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with the creases still neat

and I step closer, squinting my eyes to

from some big university, offering him a full-ride scholarship. My

step away.

good, better than

see it. A framed picture on the

of him holding a

It's a mugshot.

out to touch the glass, the coldness of it seeping into my skin. There's a smirk on his face,

twisted joke.

and anger

downstairs snaps me out of my thoughts, followed

I can't make out what they're saying. It's only

don't like

I gotten

placed myself right in the middle of a family that could possibly be more broken

mine.

ascending the stairs and I tense, closing my eyes for a second. All I can think about is how I hope it's

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

his head when he realizes what picture I've been

even think, my voice shaking with anger.

easygoing mask he usually wears slipping away. "No, it's

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scoff. "You have it

if it's a good picture," he says, his

my father and my brother to a car

dark crossing his face. His hands clench at his sides, but

take a breath, trying to calm the pain inside me. "What

second, his gaze narrowing on the

my shoulder to

settling on

a thousand heavy secrets in those eyes of

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