Page 100 of Forbidden Deception

It’s about to take off. Doesn’t he care?

All the security men are following him!

I slam my hand on the window.

“Stop running! Stop it! You will hurt yourself!” I scream, but hands pull me away from the window.

“Miss, we are about to take off. You have to be in your seat.”

“No, don’t touch me. He needs to move away, or he will get hurt.”

“Miss, he is approximately almost five hundred metres away from us, and security is handling it. We are cleared for takeoff. Please take your seat.”

“No!” I turn to her. “You don’t understand! I love him, and him being hurt because of me will kill me. Tell the captain to stop. I’m getting off.”

She lowers her head. “Unfortunately, I can’t. Mr Cainn gave strict orders to take off as soon as possible and to not let you off.”

My heart sinks. “No, you’re lying,”

She just blinks and inhales carefully.

I turn back to Rafael. One of the security guards catches up to him and pulls at his arm, making him fall to his knees. I gasp and get closer to the window.

“Please stop. Please stop chasing me,” I whisper.

“Would you like a tissue, miss?”

I touch my cheek and realise I am crying, but how could I not when he is trying to ruin himself by following me?

“If…If you need to let him go, I suggest moving away from the window. It’s the only way he will know he is defeated and cannot do anything,” the flight attendant says softly.

I look at her, but she’s looking at the floor.

I glance back at Rafael to see his eyes flick to the side of the plane. I see the moment realisation dawns on him.

I see him read the name on the side of the jet.

I see him stop fighting.

I see his mouth drop open and his eyes harden.

I’m sorry.

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My world tilts around me.

If I was foolish for even a second, it would be that moment when Venezia left. Actually, foolishness doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.

I have crashed from the highest skies right into concrete, into the pits of the darkest place on earth.

My scream pierces the dark skies above me as I throw my chair, crashing it into pieces on the ground. My chest heaves, my ears ring, my hands tremble.

I can’t fucking breathe.

Grabbing hold of another chair, I throw it across the living room. It hits a lamp on the wall. Alarms in the house shriek, and red flashes all around from triggering security measures, but I couldn’t care less.

She fucking destroyed me.

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