Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 72

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1 scream.

Zaid grunts and the sound of the punch echoes through the room. I watch in horror as Zaid stumbles back with his hand clutching his nose.

"Aiden!" I yell, turning to him.

He shakes his hand, face twisting in pain. Still, he looks at Zaid with rage in his pretty

eyes.

Zaid straightens, and the world spins around me the moment his intentions register on his face. He drops his hand, blood dripping from his nose. He tightens his fingers into fists, his jaw tight.

"Don't!" I step between them, my hands up, palms against Zaid's chest.

My heart is pounding, a wild rhythm in my chest. Aiden is breathing heavy behind me, but I can't see the expression on his face.

I keep my eyes on Zaid. "Please, don't."

Zaid's gaze meets mine, and something shifts in his expression. His fists unclench slowly, and he exhales sharply through his nose, his posture relaxing, but only just.

I turn to Aiden, my chest heaving as I shake my head. "What the fuck was that?”

He shakes his head, his shoulders rising and falling, and then his eyes shift to me, desperate, wild. "Alina, I'm sorry. I-he's lying. You know he's lying, right?"

The sound of his voice cracking makes me flinch, but I don't respond. I can't.

I don't think Zaid is lying.

"He's trying to ruin everything," Aiden grunts, stepping toward me, his hand still cradling the one he used to punch Zaid.

I take a step away from him, and it makes him pause, hurt flashing across his face.

"My future. It depends on you keeping this secret. Please, just come talk to me. We can fix

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begging at this point, tears

hang in the air, suffocating me. The weight of them presses against my chest. His future. Not

voice barely above

talk tomorrow."

clear my head, to

think about what the fuck I am doing and

eyes glassy with something I can't name. Is it fear?

He glances at Zaid, his expression

mutters, before turning and walking

pushing down on me, thick and suffocating.

head to the kitchen.

follow, but I

rag, filling it with ice, my hands trembling as I make my way back. He's leaning against

1. me.

are glued to the floor, watching as the blood drips from his

ground.

until I stop in

say, my voice

then he follows me to the living room. I gesture for him to sit, and

his movements stiff. I kneel in front of him and between his legs, gently

regretful, like he might apologize, but I have to look away. There's a depth to his

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me to my very core to see the capabilities of his emotions and his ability

through such dark and

of pain

wipe most of the blood and look at the bridge of

don't think it's broken," I say quietly, pressing

hisses, his hand shooting up to take the ice from

he mutters, lowering it for a moment to

drop to my lips, and my breath catches. He leans in, his movements slow, deliberate, giving me time to stop him. But I don't. Not

girlfriend," I whisper, my voice shaky,

frowns, his eyes searching mine. "It didn't

head, pulling back slightly. "That was different.

and my cheeks burn from