The room fell into a heavy silence as Linda's accusatory words hung in the air.
All eyes turned to Aisha, who stood there with a serene smile on her face, seemingly unfazed by the blame being thrown her way.
Linda's anger grew visibly as she awaited a response from Aisha.
To everyone's surprise, instead of defending herself, Aisha calmly reached out and took Alexander's hand in hers.
As they made eye contact, a silent understanding passed between them, causing Alexander to look at Aisha with a clam.
Linda's frustration boiled over at the sight of Aisha holding Alexander's hand.
She felt a pang of jealousy and betrayal creeping in as she realized Alexander's attitude toward Aisha.
There was a noticeable sense of tension in the room as Linda tried to take charge of the circumstances again.
"I hope this does not come across as disrespectful; I am thinking of Sir and his welfare. If it were Sir, who drove today, he might be in here instead of me."
She is now accusing me directly, and if I say anything, I will say that I planned the accident or that I was maybe a spy sent by White Slytherin or the secret police.
There exist several influential mafia families within mafia organizations, with four particularly potent mafia families among them.
Black Wolf, White Slytherin, Lion, and Eagle. The entire Mafia hierarchy was headed by Black Wolf.
Lion and Eagle always stay neutral with Black Wolf. On the other hand, Black Wolf faces hostility from White Slytherin.
Black Wolf is led by Alexander and White Slytherin is led by his cousin,
I have heard that they dispatched a large number of female spies to Alexander, however, no one was aware of their whereabouts.
Despite the chaos around Aisha remained calm, her hand connected through Alexander's intertwined hand.
a silent bond forming between them that seemed to transcend the turmoil in the room.
As Linda's anger reached its peak, she knew that things would never be the same again.
Bill sighed in relief as Aisha's calming presence seemed to have a positive effect on Alexander.
Bill observed the two of them connecting on an unconscious level from a distance, a faint smile spreading across his lips.
Before he could dwell on the moment any further, Bill knew he had to address the situation at hand.
With a deep breath, he cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice steady and firm.
"Mrs. Linda I believe it is not up to you to be concerned; it is my responsibility to find out what happened." Bill's sharp gaze fell on Linda.
Linda trembled under Bill's intense gaze, feeling a chill run down her spine.
She had never seen him like this, his eyes are dark and unwavering.
His words reverberated in her thoughts, with every syllable posing a threat.
Linda tried to protest, her lips parting to speak, but the warning in Bill's eyes silenced her.
She knew better than anyone that if she kept pushing this any further her ending might not be a pleasant one.
She clamped her mouth shut, feeling a sense of fear creeping up inside her.
Bill was not a man to be trifled with, especially when he took things seriously.
Aisha broke the silence in the room. "I believe we should both check on Linda's wellbeing and ascertain the situation."
she suggested, her tone serious as she glanced at Bill and then back at Alexander.
Bill gave a nod of approval.
Aisha put her hand on Alexander's arm and said, "Alexander."
"Now is the time for us to leave." Alexander's words rang out with a finality that brooked no argument, a stark command that cut through the air like a blade.
Bill, who had been standing nearby, could sense the anger radiating from Alexander.
Alexander gently gripped Asia's hand.
As Alexander and Aisha turned to leave the room, Bill felt a pang of guilt wash over him.
He understood the reasons behind Alexander's outburst.
Bill followed Aisha and Alexander out of the room, they walked in silence.
***
As the car pulled out of the hospital parking lot, Alexander set up his laptop on his lap and took a deep breath.
The stress of the day weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he knew there was work yet to be done.
He glanced at the screen, the soft glow illuminating his face in the dimly lit car.
Beside him, Aisha rested her head against the window, watching the world passing by in a blur of lights and shadows.
Her mind wandered to the events of the day, the worry and anxiety still lingering in her thoughts.
She found herself lost in memories of the hospital room, the beeping machines, and the sight of Linda lying so still on the bed.
The rhythmic hum of the car's engine created a soothing background noise, lulling Aisha into a drowsy state.
As the car cruised along, Aisha's eyelids began to droop, and soon she drifted off into a deep sleep.
In her slumber, her mind wandered back to a vivid dream of her past life.
What is happening and where am I at? Is that Alexander?
In a wheelchair, Alexander was seated. His leg was merely broken, so he is not incapacitated.
Aisha saw Doctor Jessore beside Alexander.
"After receiving treatment, you could walk slowly with the hope of regaining full mobility in the years to come, sir." doctor Jessore said.
However, Aisha noticed her other self in the corner of the room, eavesdropping on them.
She saw how she had harbored a deep-seated desire for revenge against Alexander.
She saw herself taking drastic actions to exact her vengeance.
She vividly saw her sabotaging his phone, draining all the water out of his room, and turning off the air conditioning on a scorching hot day.
"No please turn back and don't do this, this man is the only hope for you," Aisha pleaded to her dream self.
No one could hear Aisha's warning.
The events unfolded with a chilling intensity as Alexander struggled with the stifling heat and discomfort.
Alexander finally decided to step outside to make a call for help.
"Be careful Alex please don't go stay please." Aisha started again pleading with Alexander, but Alexander passed through her.
When he wheeled his wheelchair toward the stairs to call someone.
Before he could do so, Aisha took a step forward, her eyes locked on Alexander's, a sinister smile playing on her lips, she was consumed by her thirst for revenge.
Without a word, she reached out and pushed the wheelchair with all her might.
In front of Aisha Alexander's wheelchair careened forward, hurtling down the stairs with terrifying speed.
The sound of metal crashing against the stone steps echoed through the silent house as the wheelchair tumbled end filling the air.
Aisha stood frozen at the top of the stairs, watching as her revenge played out in front of her eyes.
Finally, the wheelchair came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, Alexander's body crumpled in a heap on the floor.
A sense of satisfaction washed over Aisha as she realized that her revenge had been successful.
The scene played out as Alexander stumbled and fell from stairs into the depths below,
"No," eliciting a piercing scream from Aisha as she witnessed the tragic outcome.
As Aisha's dream faded away, she jolted awake with a gasp, her heart racing as she tried to shake off the lingering images.
She was relaxed in some way by the warm hand that held hers and the invigorating scent of flowers in the air.
She found herself back in the room, the rhythmic chaotic hum of the heart filling the silence around her.
With a shudder, Aisha opens her brown eyes. Her pairs of beautiful eyes met cold ocean-blue eyes.
"Alexander," she mumbles.
"Yes,"
Alexander caresses Aisha's cold face, and then he gently seats her on the bed offering her water from the glass.
After Aisha drank the water from the glass, he places the empty glass on the table which is beside the bed.
Aisha looked at Alexander, who was still holding her cold hand, unaware of the turmoil that had unfolded in her mind.
Aisha struggled with the mixed feelings that were racing through her mind, and the weight of her dream weighed heavily on her.
She sat there in silence, the memory of her dream hunting her inside.
"Did I fall asleep in the car?"
"Yes, you did. Are you all right?"
So he carried me all the way here; it would be better if he woke me up instead of letting me sleep.
"It was just a nightmare." I wish I could tell him, what just i saw in my dream.
I saw his face was covered in blood a few moments ago, but now it's gone.
I hope this is not another dream! The girl's pale fingers gripped the blanket more tightly.
Her unsteadiness caught Alexander's attention. "I'll leave you be then, if you need anything just call me."
Alexander saw the bloodthirstiest in Aisha just like before.
Before their marriage, they met once, and Aisha hated him to the core of her heart.
And if Aisha feels uncomfortable around him, he should excuse himself, so she can properly rest.
"Please do not leave!" Holding onto his finger, Aisha squeezed it. With all her strength, she grasps his hand.
"That nightmare will come after me if you leave."
She didn't know whether the man believed her or not. Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before she lowered her eyes and kissed his lips, his chin, his neck.
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