Sparkle of life ( Mafia Love story #1 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (uplifting novels TXT) 📕

Alex stared at her few seconds and then abruptly shoved her aside. Getting up he pulled out his cigarette and lit it up drawling a long puff.

Alizey scooted away from him on the floor her legs were still bare for his evil eyes and her hands were still restrained.

He sat on the edge of the bed smoking and in deep thoughts as his emotionless cold eyes were fixated on Alizey, who scooted towards the wall still crying.

Drawling a long puff he said. "You do know I can fuck you right now and you won't be able to stop me." Slowly he came closer to her petite figure.

Alizey's head shot up and her eyes widened at his words, her heart was beating in her ears as she felt him closer, he unrestrained her wrists from the tie and continued. "But I don't like used things!"

With that said he left the room leaving coughing, disheveled, crying Alizey behind.

Used things!

He called her a used thing. Just because of those photos he believes she's a used thing. He didn't even bother to consider her a human but preferred her as a thing more.

Of course the tattoo of his name on her body was the biggest point to indicate that she's a mere thing of his possession and nothing more. Not even human with feelings because after all the things can't feel anything.

Ya Allah why this is happening to me! What's my fault?

He didn't trust her. Because if he trusted her, he would've listened to her when she was telling him the truth, forget about listening. When, she tried again he even accused her of lying. And here she thought he'll help her to save her family from those monsters.

She had the tiniest hope that he might listen to her or maybe help her, but he did exactly what she expected. His anger won and her hope died.

Physical pain will heal but that slap will always be imprinted on her head and how can the deep bleeding slashes on her heart can heal. His disgusting accusations are clawing at her heart.

"You are such a whore! Aren't you?"

"Tell me? Is your mouth is more talented in sucking the dick as it is in spitting fire?"

"Tell me did you enjoyed it when he fucked your mouth with his dick or was it more pleasurable in your slutty vagina?"

"But I don't like used things!"

His vulgar words were ringing in her head. Her eyes got the view of her tattoo on her wrist and in pure desperation and anger she roughly scratched the tender area drawing out blood in the process.

Ya Allah please stop this, make this pain stop, help me!

Crying she went to her room and then the restroom, she did her ablution and did her zuhar prayers and cried out in front of her lord. She cried till her hearts content. She repeatedly asks for forgiveness from her lord because of the tattoo that was forced on her body.

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Three days has passed and still there was no sign of Alex after the last incident. The grocery was completely finished just yesterday and today Alizey just ate cereals, that to with milk. She was starving since morning.

In these past three days she even finds the spare key of the front door that he hid under the rug in the lounge when she was cleaning it.

On the fourth day, she had enough. If, she stayed hungry anymore she'll die just by thinking of yummy delicious food.

Even tho she was scared, what he'll do when found out that she went out of the house but her empty stomach didn't let her think much and with determination and a lot of courage she opened the front door and ran out.

Now she was standing on the side walk of the garden dumbfounded as she has no money to buy any grocery. Her stomach grumbles and she felt like crying.

"HEY!" She got startled when she heard the high pitch voice of a woman from the house beside Alex's.

After contemplating a lot with slow and steady steps she moved towards the fence and was met with the most welcoming smile of the woman probably in her early late twenties. She was of average height with slim figure and tan skin with warm brown eyes. And what got Alizey shocked was the fact that the woman was wearing hijab, and she was Muslim.

"Asalam-u-Alaikum." Alizey said lightly and the woman immediately replied with a cheerful "Walaikum Asalam."

"Habibti are you new here? Is Alexander your friend? Where are you from?" The woman bombarded her with questions. Alizey gave her a confused smile when the woman chuckled and slowly smacked her own head.

"Oh! I'm sorry habibti! Where are my manners? I'm Muskan and you?" Muskan forward her hand for a handshake Alizey happily shook her hand and replied with a small. "Alizey."

"Such a beautiful name just like you-" The grumbling voice of the stomach startled Muskan and embarrassed Alizey.

"Oh! I'm sorry where are my manners? Come Alizey I've just made tea let's sit in my garden, and we can continue our chat with something to eat as well. What say?" Muskan wiggled her eyebrows making Alizey laugh in complete delight. Alizey already started liking Muskan.

"Give me a second to lock the house." Alizey immediately ran back and locked the door and bring the key with her.

They both were sitting in muskan's garden and were eating delicious homemade cookies that Muskan baked today for her husband.

Alizey got to know that Muskan is from Pakistan and after marriage she came here with her loving husband as he works here, and she also has a beautiful two-year old baby boy.

For a second Alizey felt sad because this all is what she dreamed to have, her thoughts got broken by Muskan's question. "Enough of me! Now tell me who is Alexander to you."

Alizey contemplates whether to tell or not, but she decides against her mind. "W-we are m-married." Alizey whispered lightly.

"WHAT?" Muskan yelled in a high pitch voice. "That dumbo got married, and he didn't even invite me...OH MY ALLAH!!! Did he convert?" She asked flabbergasted.

At her words Alizey's face fell, and she replied with a simple. "No." Muskan looked at her confused. "Then h-how I don't understand"

"Wait! Is t-that a burning smell!" Muskan's eyes widened in complete horror as she made a dash towards her house probably in a failed attempt to save her burned cookies.

Alizey was enjoying spending time with someone after a long isolation period, but she really didn't want to answer Muskan's question so Alizey picked the remaining cookies from the plate and went back to her own garden.

She slowly surveyed the whole garden and it was beautiful, slowly munching on her cookies she made her way towards the garage and it opened automatically.

Like a curious cat she went in and her eyes widened in memorization by the collection of cars. There were four expensive shiny cars but the corner one got her attention.

As she moved towards the car her eyes widened in pure realization and shock when she saw the all to familiar black beautiful Bugatti Veyron and not only that the two large dents were the clear evidence of her brutality on the beautiful car.

Due to some unknown reason she felt her heart race with certain excitement.

As it was getting late she went back in the house and locked the door like before and hide the keys on its place.

When she was outside she was having the urge to runaway from here but then where will she go. She can't risk her family's safety when those monsters are free.

It was late at night when sleep was far away from her and the whole house felt like a haunted house. All the lights of the house were on but still she felt like ghost were waiting outside her room just for her to open the door, so they can kill her. The thought that she was alone in the house was itself scary.

From the past two days she slept early, so she didn't have to face any ghost but today sleep was faraway and every horror movie she watched in her whole life was replaying in her head and it was like all the evil spirits from all the movies came to this house today for picnic as they know Alizey is home alone.

A creaking sound of the door almost creeped her nucleus out of their cells. Her window shut loudly making her scream out as she dashed out of the room, jumping two stairs at a time because she felt that the ghost got closer behind her.

She tried to pick the key from under the rug but unfortunately her speed was too much, and she already crossed that place where the keys were. Now she stared with wide eyes at every corner feeling eyes on her.

"I so much hate you Alexander Blade!" She seethed in pure panic.

"Why so?" A husky voice spoke from behind her making her startled as she screamed out loudly and turned around.

Alex immediately shut her mouth with his hand but Alizey abruptly removed it and what she did next shocked Alex to the core.