Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Cupid
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With my heart slamming against my chest, I hurriedly alighted the moment Desmond stopped the car in front of Marlik’s house.
I burst into the living room, already hearing the frantic bustle echoing from upstairs. The domestic staff froze the instant I appeared. Wide–eyed, hands stilled mid–task but I paid them no attention.
I raced up the stairs, Desmond right behind me. I reached Yasmin’s bedroom door just in time to see her thrashing.
Marlik was trying to hold her down, arms gentle but firm, voice low and soothing but every time his hands touched her, she shoved him away with surprising strength.
She broke free in one violent twist and scrambled to the edge of the open window, breath shaking, body trembling on the very brink.
I went completely still. Confusion clouded every sense.
Why? Why is she doing this?
“Yasmin, get down from there,” Marlik said, his voice tender as ever, almost pleading.
She shook her head slowly, small, stubborn and inched closer to the tip of the ledge. Mother, standing off to the side, broke into a cold sweat, face draining of color.
“I amount to nothing anymore,” Yasmin whispered, voice cracking. “You all have no idea what I faced… what I survived in that place. I can’t sleep at night remembering it. I. it’s better to just die p>
“Fine. Then go ahead p>
Desmond’s voice cut through the room calm, almost bored, surprising not only me but Yasmin as well.
“Take a leap off the window. Don’t use your werewolf to land. Make sure you die from the fall. Perhaps that way your mom and brothers will finally have peace of mind p>
He took a single step forward.
We all let him.
This was Desmond doing what he did best. Mind work. The quiet, ruthless kind that stripped away illusions without raising his voice.
“You think you’re the only one who’s survived hell?” He scoffed, eyes locked on hers. “I’ve seen a woman your age who was gang–raped for an hour straight, stabbed multiple times, and still standing. Never once did she think of suicide. To this day she’s still trying to stand on her feet. Your situation is worse, I know, but you can still heal. Give it time. Go back to what you wanted to do. Be happy p>
Yasmin had gone quiet, stunned, unaware that Desmond was already only a few steps away.
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Her eyes darted around the room wild, lost, then finally stopped on his face. She swallowed hard, throat working visibly. Tears trailed down her cheeks in slow, silent rivers.
Slowly, shakily, she stepped back from the window ledge.
Desmond opened his arms.
She hesitated for half a heartbeat then melted into him.
He stiffened at first, clearly not expecting the closeness but then he wrapped his arms around her, careful and steady, guiding her gently back toward the bed.
“I was raped too,” she wept against his chest.
He stroked her hair soft, soothing.
“You’re fine,” he whispered. “You’ll be fine p>
She relaxed at last, sinking onto the mattress, small fingers curling around his like he was her only lifeline.
Mother looked at her daughter one more time, face pale, eyes glassy, then hurried out of the room.
Goosebumps rose on my skin at the thought of what must be tearing through her mind right now.
“Move away from her p>
Marlik’s voice was low, dangerous.
I turned.
He stood over Desmond tall, tense, eyes burning with something possessive and raw.
I understood immediately.
Marlik had never spoken directly to Desmond before tonight.
And I knew why he sound harsh. Yasmin must be protected at all cost from other men.
To Marlik, Desmond is included.
Desmond pulled away quietly, no argument, no comment and Marlik sank onto the bed beside Yasmin.
He drew her gently against his side, murmuring soft words until her breathing evened out and her eyes drifted closed.
“Check on Mom, Jahan,” he said without looking up.
I nodded.
Quietly I walked out but paused in the hallway when I realized Desmond was still lingering just inside the doorway, eyes fixed on the now – sleeping Yasmin.
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A strange, unfamiliar feeling crawled through me.
I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
Not yet.
I continued down the hall to Mother’s bedroom and slowly pushed the door open.
She sat on the cold tile floor, knees drawn up, face buried in her hands crying.
My heart shattered at the sight.
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I closed the door behind me with a soft click and walked over, slow, careful. I knelt, slid my arms under hers, and lifted her gently to sit on the edge of the bed. I took both her hands in mine.
“It’s enough now, Mother,” I said softly. “She’s alive. She’ll be fine p>
She shook her head quick, frantic, sniffing hard.
“Maybe I wasn’t mother enough,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I thought she was healing. We were having a good time… but she just suddenly started yelling and… and thinking of suicide. Why, Jahan? Why us? Why our Yasmin p>
I didn’t have an answer.
I could only pull her into my arms, kiss the top of her head, pat her back in slow, steady circles until her sobs quieted and her breathing evened.
My phone beeped.
She pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes to let me check it.
A text from Alinira.
Cupid, can you come over? Please?
Mother looked up at me, eyes still red–rimmed.
“You’re… you’re going to sleep here tonight, won’t you p>
The plea in her gaze wouldn’t let me say no.
“Yes,” I promised. “But I have to go now. I’ll be back p>
“Then I should make you dinner, right?” she asked, voice small but hopeful.
That was her way of making sure I returned.
I nodded softly, kissed her temple.
I walked out of the bedroom and made my way back toward Yasmin’s room.
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Desmond was still standing just inside the doorway, eyes fixed on the sleeping girl.
A strange feeling crawled through me again, something I couldn’t quite name.
“Desmond?” I called quietly.
He blinked, pulled back to reality and stepped out.
“Let’s go. Almira wants us to meet p>
I headed down the stairs.
He didn’t follow.
I paused and turned.
“I’ll stay,” he said simply.
I raised an eyebrow.
I stared at him long, searching, before nodding slowly.
“Come stay in the living room,” I told him. “Don’t go to her room p>
I turned away without waiting for his agreement.
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