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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tears in his eyes and lips

presses against my chest. His future. Not mine. Not Zaid's. Not anyone else's. Just

above a whisper. "Not tonight, Aiden.

talk tomorrow."

my head, to let the adrenaline

what the fuck I am doing and get my

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

He glances at Zaid, his expression

over," he mutters, before turning

it's alive, pushing down on me, thick and suffocating. Finally, I find the strength to

head to the kitchen.

I know he's still standing

filling it with ice, my hands trembling as I make my way back.

1. me.

watching as the

ground.

I stop in front

say, my voice soft

the living room. I gesture for him to

stiff. I kneel in front of him and between his legs, gently wiping the blood from his nose.

might apologize, but I have to look away. There's a depth to his eyes and to his pain that I've never seen in

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me to my very core to see

such dark and beautiful

twinge of pain

of the blood and look at the

broken," I say quietly, pressing

hand shooting up to take the ice

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

movements slow, deliberate,

I whisper, my voice shaky, unsure,

eyes searching mine. "It

head, pulling back slightly. "That was different. Heat of the moment. And I

burn from the lame excuses that rush out of my