Chapter 230

Burhan stepped closer, a cold and deliberate predator, threading his fingers into Moosa’s hair and forcing him to look up directly into his eyes. The fingers in his hair were not a grip; they were a leash, and Burhan was testing how far he could pull. His gaze was sharp, unyielding, and filled with the arrogance of a man who believed he held absolute power in this moment. “Do you or do you not consent to your father’s death?” he demanded, his voice low and threatening. Burhan placed the cold nozzle of his gun against Moosa’s forehead, the metallic weight pressing into his skin, a chilling reminder of the life-and-death stakes.

Moosa remained completely silent. He felt the sweat on his brow, the heat of his anger, and the storm of emotions churning in his chest, but he refused to speak. Silence, in that moment, was the only weapon he had left. He knew the kind of man Burhan was. He was ruthless, calculated, and without mercy. Burhan had made up his mind to take the life of at l