Iyad stormed out of his office with a ferocity that shook the entire building. His mind was consumed with a feeling of disgust and horror every time he laid eyes on her.
" I hate you Kamilia " he said .
The mere sight of her reminded him of the tragic image of his mother's lifeless body, hanging from the ceiling.
The thought of it made his stomach churn, and he could feel a seething anger building up inside him. He didn't want to look at her for another second, let alone speak to her. Without so much as a word, he slammed the door shut behind him, leaving her standing alone in his wake.
Kamilia, understanding the depth of his pain, retreated to her room without protest. She knew that any attempt to challenge him or even speak with him at this point would only further fuel his rage.
As she entered her room, Kamilia was surprised to find that all her belongings had been carefully returned to her. Even more unexpected was the fact that the guards who had brought her things back seemed to have taken care in ensuring that her belongings were not damaged during the process.
Yet, despite the kindness of the gesture, Kamilia couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and despair as she looked upon her meager possessions. They seemed so small and insignificant in the face of the overwhelming tragedy that had brought her here.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized just how much she had lost, and how little she had left. But she refused to let her circumstances break her. Instead, she resolved to stand strong in the
A maid joined her right away, she said to her :" The young master asks you to prepare yourself, I am here to help you out , he said that you are going out "
Kamila's heart sank as the maid relayed the message from the young master. She knew all too well that he despised her and had never shown any kindness towards her.
The thought of spending time alone with him made her uneasy.
" P-prepare myself!" Kamila stuttered.
As she hesitated, the maid gently encouraged her to prepare herself for the outing.
"Don't worry about anything, I will make sure to help you out " The maid said .
She directed her to take a shower and promised to return to do her hair and makeup once she was done.
The maid even offered to bring along the perfect dress for the occasion.
Despite her reservations, Kamila couldn't help but wonder where they were going.
As she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Kamila's thoughts raced with apprehension.
She hoped that the evening would pass quickly and without incident.
Kamila's heart was heavy as she made her way towards the bath. The very thought of spending time alone with the young master filled her with dread.
"Just by being here, he is already killing me," she thought. "I feel like I can't take it anymore. He is torturing me with this."
As she undressed and stepped into the hot water, her mind raced with questions. Why was he taking her out? Did he have something sinister planned for her?
Despite her fears, she couldn't deny that a small part of her longed for a reprieve from her mundane life.
The maid offered to prepare the bath for her, but Kamila declined. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
"Even running is not an option now," she muttered to herself. "He hates me, yet he is keeping me closer to him... is that what 'keep your enemies closer' means?"
As the hot water enveloped her, Kamila's thoughts turned to her step brother. She couldn't understand why he was so cruel to her.
The tears began to flow freely down her cheeks as she thought of the young master's cold and callous demeanor.
She felt like a prisoner, trapped in a world where she had no control.
But even in her darkest moments, she couldn't help but hold onto a sliver of hope that things might change
Kamilia emerged from the bathroom, dressed only in a thin robe that barely covered her body.
As she stepped into the room, she froze, her heart racing as she saw him standing there, his tall frame dressed in a sleek black suit.
Despite his handsome appearance, Kamilia could not bring herself to look at him. She was filled with fear and uncertainty, unsure of what he had planned for her.
It was clear to Kamilia that he had never considered her to be his stepsister, despite their brief time living together. To him, she was nothing more than a tool to be used for his own purposes.
He had locked her inside his house, treating her like a prisoner rather than a member of his family.
As he approached her, Kamilia felt her pulse quicken. She tried to back away, but there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped, at his mercy.
She wondered what he had in store for her, and if she would ever be able to escape this gilded cage he had built for her.
But despite her fear, Kamilia couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.
His honey-colored hair fell in perfect waves around his face, and his eyes were a deep shade of dark that seemed to sparkle in the light.
Kamilia's heart was pounding as she stood in front of him, dressed only in a robe.
She tried to compose herself and muster up the courage to ask him the question that was on her mind.
"Where are we going?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looked at her with an expression that was unreadable, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn't answer.
But then he spoke, his voice low and dangerous.
"That's none of your concern," he said coldly.
Kamilia's heart sank. She knew that he didn't care about her feelings or opinions, but still, she had hoped that he would at least give her a little bit of information about their outing.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could speak, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her standing there alone and trembling with fear.