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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at this point, tears

words hang in the air, suffocating me. The weight of them presses against my chest. His future. Not mine. Not Zaid's. Not anyone else's.

my head, my voice barely above a

talk tomorrow."

head, to let the adrenaline wear

I am

falls, his eyes glassy with something I can't name.

glances at Zaid, his

isn't over," he mutters,

steady my breathing. The silence feels like it's alive, pushing down on me, thick and suffocating. Finally, I

head to the kitchen.

follow, but I know

with ice, my hands trembling as I make my way back. He's leaning against the wall, his posture tense, but he doesn't

1. me.

as the blood

ground.

that until I stop in front of

say, my voice

the living room. I gesture for him

of him and between his legs,

but I have to look away. There's a depth to

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to see the capabilities of his emotions and his ability

such dark

of pain pulls

most of the blood and look at the bridge of his

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

up

got it," he mutters, lowering it for a moment to

eyes 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 until his lips

I whisper,

searching mine. "It didn't

"That was different. Heat of the

and my cheeks burn from the lame excuses that rush