Free Web NovelChapter 162: His Wounded Heart
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"My mom was a high-end escort. One of her clients got her pregnant and somehow she didn’t abort me like she did others," Zyair sighed with a huff, the pain in his eyes gleaming.
Skyla rubbed his bare chest, letting him know she was there for him every step of the way. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"But I was an unwanted child and she made it clear from the beginning. She wanted to have nothing to do with me. I was mostly left to fend for myself. That’s how I learnt to cook."
Zyair woundedly smiled at the memories as he stared straight ahead. His hands lovingly held Skyla like a lifeline.
The stinging ache in Skyla’s heart was growing with each word he uttered and yet she listened holding her tears back. She couldn’t even imagine having a mother like that so in contrast to her own.
Mothers were supposed to be the embodiment of love and affection, how could she not love her own child?
"The day I met you in that park. I was nine years old at that time and my mother had sold me to her pimp. His name was Diego and he was going to train me to become a perfect escort. Not only did he deal with pornographic videos he was also into children’s porn."
Skyla drew in a ragged breath and the tears she was desperately trying to keep in, leaked out. She knew where this story was going and she was not ready for it contrary to what she had claimed earlier.
Now she knew why he was crying that day in the park.
Her tears flowed down his rugged chest making their way through the ridges and down to his scars. Her hand clamped her mouth so she wouldn’t make a sound.
Warm sensations filled him from her touch on his bare skin but her tears just wrecked his heart worse than the story he was telling.
"I was taken from my home, not that it was much of a home in the first place but at least I was free. Diego was the biggest piece of shit, a sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain on children and filming them while they were molested and raped. He wanted to turn us into good obedient kids without any emotions, just walking corpses whom people could fuck or they would do the same for them. We were kept chained up when they weren’t using our bodies so none of us could escape."
He paused, a heavily pregnant pause and Skyla’s eyes clenched tightly shut. More tears drizzled out, how could people be so cruel as to hurt little kids?
She clung to him, her hands rubbing his chest slowly as if trying to soak out all the agonising torment he had experienced and still lived with every day. Her lips desperately traced the scars as if trying to erase the remnants of whatever ache still lingered.
She thought her life was miserable, that she had it hard. It was not even a fraction of what he must have experienced.
"They made so many of my porn videos, uploaded them, made money out of it. They are still there to this day. All my attempts to have them removed failed. People higher up don’t want these sites gone. They make a substantial profit from them, they don’t care about someone else’s kid. I stayed in that hell hole for nine years. Until a member of The Mirage found me and used his connections to have me transferred there. Lesser of the two evils and finally where I was reunited with you."
Zyair placed his bent knuckles under Skyla’s chin and tilted her face up. Her eyes had reddened from incessant crying and the tip of her nose had turned into a small tomato. Her lips uncontrollably quivered as she struggled to form words, the insides felt as if someone had sawed them.
"I—I am so—sorry, you are too good for this world Zyair. How could someone hurt a child?"
She sobbed, her throat congested as she stared in his pained blue orbs, a myriad of agonising memories were stored in them.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, everything led me to you and to this day where I have you in my arms," he answered, his large palms wiping away all of her tears.
"If I had known that someone would be hurting you, I would have taken that little innocent you to my home all those years ago." She held his palm to her trembling lips and caressed it.
"I am home now, you are my home Sky. Together we will build a life of our own if you still want me, knowing how tainted and used I am." That insecure part of him resurfaced again, he had been so afraid to tell her all this fearing that she would find him filthy. Who would want a man with such a past?
She palmed his covered mouth and shook her head, ridges appearing on her forehead showing she wasn’t pleased with his words.
"You are the purest and one of the most caring souls I have ever encountered. Don’t you ever degrade yourself in front of me again. And I want to be with you from today till I breathe my last," she boldly confessed, gathering all the courage she had.
She knew he needed to hear this from her so he could bury all his insecurities about his past. What was done to him wasn’t his fault.
Zyair blinked at her, she hadn’t even seen his face and yet she wanted to own him.
"What if I am ugly underneath this mask? What if you regret this decision after seeing my face?" He asked, entwining his hands around her waist and pulling her to him so she was straddling him again.
"Do I look so shallow? Besides, I highly doubt that. I remember a little from childhood and you were cute with chubby cheeks." She tilted her head at him and finally, a small smile appeared amidst the tears.
"That was baby fat, I don’t have chubby cheeks now, you on the contrary still have them and one day I am going to bite them," he incessantly teased, trying to change the depressing topic of his past life.
Skyla self-consciously covered them, shying away from his heated gaze as it dipped and landed on her two fleshy mounds. Before he could grab and squeeze them his phone began to ring.
It was his personal number and only a handful of people had it so he knew it must be important. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"One second," he apologetically told her, pulling her close. She nodded in understanding and nestled herself comfortably in his arm as he fished out his cell phone from his pants pocket.
It was Meena. He instantly picked up.
"Hello! Mom," Zyair greeted and then listened quietly.
"I will be right over," he said. His body tensing and mellowness evaporated from his eyes as he cut the call. Skyla felt the shift in his mood and worriedly asked.
"What’s wrong?"
Zyair’s eyes flickered to her and all he wished for was to kiss her again but he had to leave.
"It’s just a family drama. My father’s brother causes us trouble every now and then since he wasn’t left any property or part of the company’s shares in the will. Seeing that Doran has filed all those charges against me he thinks it’s a good time to take advantage. He is at my mom’s house again threatening to sue us for hiding the real will."
He paused to press his mouth against her temple before continuing.
As much as I want to spend the night kissing away your precious body, I have to go. But, I will see you soon. Once these cases are over you will resume your job. And I have something for you before I leave."
