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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unfolded, with the creases still neat and

wins and I step closer, squinting my eyes to

university, offering him a full-ride

step away.

was good. Really good, better than

for longer until I see it. A framed picture on

But this one isn't of him holding a basketball or a

It's a mugshot.

the coldness of it seeping into my skin. There's a smirk on his face, as if

twisted joke.

stomach turns nauseous and anger

my thoughts, followed

yells back, but I can't make out what

they don't like each

I gotten

of a family that could

mine.

stairs and I tense, closing my eyes for a second. All I can think about is how

me when the door open and

head when he realizes what

even think, my voice shaking with anger. "Is this like

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

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scoff. "You have it

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

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

of something dark crossing his face. His hands clench at

to calm the pain

away for a second, his gaze narrowing

looks over my shoulder

on

secrets in those eyes of

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