Birthday

~if I had the chance to hurt you like you hurt me, I wouldn't take it~

Theme Song for this Chapter is;

❤SELF CONTROL By;

Bebe Rexha❤

Jeddah (pov);

I changed my clothes into a light pink dress and a fluffy jacket and turn to beach side. since its my favourite place whenever I feel alone.

it's so chilly here but I think it did not effect me much today.

my phone beaped it was my father.

"Hey jeddah, Ayan is with me. come to mansion before we eat our dinner". my dad said. "Ok, I'm on my way" I replied and hang up.

I also want to spend some time with my old man. so I decided to go over there.

Agha as always was waiting for me. he was not looking like before. I remember when I was a child he was the first one to hand me a gun. how time flies and I spend ten years away from him. away from my Family just in the name of Love.

"it's freezing cold here, hurry up come inside" he said snapping me out from my delimma.

I entered inside and Lucy come to take my jacket. "dinner is ready dear, I'm glad you come By the way your dad is waiting inside". I smile toward her and entered inside dinning. before I enter the light went off suddenly. it never happen. before I turn on my flashlight. all the lights lit up. "surprise" came my dad voice.

"happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Jeddah" everyone said.

I really don't know many of them. the women's look like from dad company. they all dressed in purple and dark blue.

my dad come forward and hug me. along with Ayan.

"happy birthday my child, my princess. today you turn out 28 years old. I wish you all the happiness in the world" my dad whispers in my ear. while my tears dripped down like water. I, what have I become, a fool in love. a fool in everything that I even neglect myself. I forget the joys of my life. the reason to smile. the reason to do anything.

Zayn... the very thought of him brought tears to my eyes but I decided to be strong. strong for myself. I'm not a weakling. I'm a strong girl. I have Ayan, my father my best friend, my loved ones so why I always prefer Zayn.

I celebrated my birthday forgetting every worries, forgetting my so-called husband.

my dad gift me a dress. it was in blue colour. I just loved it's colour. I remember dad never gift me dress. he always gifts me weapons or something like that. funny, but that's what you got as the daughter of Mafia.

after that I dance with my father. it's been so long but he is still the same.

Karem come forward and give me his blessings.

after the party it's probably midnight "let me take you home it's pretty late". Karem said and I nod simply.

Ayan was already sleeping. so Karem carry him to car.

"what do you think next my god sister " he said with a wink.

"I'm tired Karem. I don't know why but I just want to end all this. it hurts soo much". and it's reality. he have forget everything so why I tied the knot even I know that there is no love left between us.

"have faith, everything will be alright" everything will be alright but when.

"think about Ayan" I kiss Ayan forehead. I can't see my baby hurt for a second.

we entered inside our house together. Zayn was sitting in the living room.

"where were you, why are you not picking up my calls" zayn Said noticing me.

"thankyou soo much Mr. Karem for the ride" I turn to Karem ignoring Zayn.

"well then Miss jeddah, Mr.Zayn I will take my leave" Karem said moving outside.