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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creases still

pulls at me and wins and I step closer, squinting my eyes to get a

university, offering him a full-ride scholarship. My

step away.

good, better than Aiden,

the shelf for longer until I see it.

of him holding a basketball or

It's a mugshot.

into my skin.

twisted joke.

turns nauseous and

out of my thoughts, followed by raised voices. I know

can't make out

don't

I

in the middle of a family

mine.

eyes for a second. All I can think

over me when the door open and Zaid steps inside, his

door behind him, stepping inside as he tilts his head when he realizes what picture I've been looking at. "You like that picture,

shaking with anger. "Is this like

mask he usually wears slipping away. "No, it's not

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"You have it

a good picture," he says, his voice flat, his

lost my father and my brother to a car accident, Zaid. It's not a joke

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

calm the

gaze narrowing on the window before he

eyes back tot he shelf. He looks over my shoulder

on me

secrets in those eyes of

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