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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this point, tears in his eyes and lips

The weight of them presses against my chest. His future. Not mine. Not Zaid's. Not anyone else's. Just

voice barely above a whisper. "Not tonight,

talk tomorrow."

to clear my head, to let

I am doing and get my

eyes glassy with something I can't name.

at

over," he mutters, before turning and

The silence feels like it's alive, pushing down on me, thick and suffocating. Finally, I find the strength

head to the kitchen.

doesn't follow, but I know he's

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

1. me.

glued to the floor, watching as the blood drips from his face and falls

ground.

until I stop in front of

on," I say, my voice

to the living room. I gesture

kneel in front of him and between his legs, gently wiping the blood from his nose. He watches me,

look away. There's a depth to his eyes and to his pain that

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core to see the capabilities of

them through such dark and beautiful

of pain

of the blood and look at the bridge of

broken," I say quietly, pressing the

shooting up to take the ice from

he mutters, lowering it for a moment to look at

his movements slow, deliberate, giving me time to stop him. But I

I whisper, my voice

his eyes searching mine. "It didn't bother

was different. Heat

me silently and my cheeks burn from the lame