Chapter 245

“I was... I always wanted to marry him, brother. I was never kidnapped. I planned it with him,” Alizeh replied, her hands tightening slightly in her lap as she tried to sound convincing, hoping that her carefully crafted explanation might calm him.

The lie was transparent, a flimsy attempt to deflect his questions. Moosa could see the guilt in his sister’s eyes, the way she couldn’t quite meet his gaze, and he knew that she was hiding something, something that she was too afraid to share.

“And do you think I believe in this?” Moosa asked, his voice harder now, disbelief etched into every line of his face, his gaze unwavering and searching for any sign of deceit in her expression.

The challenge was direct, a demand for the truth that she had been avoiding. Moosa could see the way Alizeh’s hands trembled, the way her composure finally began to crack.

“You should, brother, because that is the truth,” she said, her voice firmer this time, trying to convey certain