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✧Alara✧

I marched to his office, happy I finally made it. As I opened the door I observed the room and thought of how I could change it. It was too basic. I wanted it to have this spice, something that made it look like it belonged to me. I was finally able to take over this mafia, take revenge on my father and on Thiago. Of course I wouldn't take over the mafia, it's too much trouble.

Sitting on the big chair behind the desk, Asma stormed into the office. "Alara what the hell did you do?" She shouted angrily. "Oh come on, Asma. Do I deserve to marry someone I barely knew? It's his fault, I don't care about him. He should have known better than to involve me with this shit." I yelled back at her, loosing my temper. What I did was wrong, but I wanted to take revenge on him and on my father. I knew what I was doing when I got them to arrest him. He isn't going to spend his whole life in prison. 

"Alara, please listen to me. I know you don't want to hear this, but... Thiago doesn't deserve to be in prison. You are being selfish." Selfish? My brows furrowed in confusion. I knew that he didn't deserve to be in prison but I wanted to show him how he would end up if he decides to underestimate me. When he will be back he will see and find out that I was behind all of this disaster that had plagued his life. It didn't matter to me if he hated me because of that, it's not like I like him now. 

As we stared at each other for a moment she started to speak again. "I didn't mean to call you selfish, I just... I care about Thiago because he helped me and my brother and I am sorry for what he did to you but he didn't deserve that." Asma somehow was right but if Thiago was here I wouldn't be able to seek revenge on my father for ruining my entire life. I was thinking of telling Asma. 

"I did that for a reason. You don't understand." 

"What's the reason then?" Asma sat down on the chair across from the table. I took a deep breath and hoped Asma wouldn't hate me for why I did that. "I did it to take revenge on my father, now that I took revenge on Thiago by gaslighting him into thinking his life crumbled before his eyes and not being able to do anything about it, my father is left and once I took revenge on him Thiago will be back. He won't stay in prison for longer than a week. I promise."

Asma let out a sigh and held my hands in hers. I knew that she was trying to understand me, but it felt like she hated me. "I'm sorry for calling you selfish earlier, but Thiago is very dear to me and to my brother. He helped us while we were homeless kids, we didn't have anything to eat or a place to sleep in. He saved us." She smiled softly as she caressed my hands soothingly. 

Maybe Thiago wasn't so bad and reckless after all. He had a big heart and I knew that his soul was beautiful. So beautiful I'm not even able to describe it. Just maybe. 

"He will be all right, I promise." I murmur as I stand up from my seat and walk out of the office. Asma followed me without saying anything. We marched up the stairs and entered my room. While making myself comfortable in my bed, I opened my laptop and gave Asma a small smirk as I proceeded to search "Prada Online store" on google. "Let's spend all his money, baby." I snickered and Asma chuckled as she pointed at the burgundy kitten heels. "You want them?" I asked as I clicked "add to cart", not giving Asma time to answer. 

I put some other items in the cart and went to pay. I pulled out my fathers credit card out of my pocket and paid with it. "Where did you get this?" She asked, gasping at the sight of the card. "Chesco brought it." I shrugged, clicking "Give up order".

"But you could have done that with Mr. Martinez being here and not in prison Lari." She mumbled nudging me. "Oh, that's nothing I will do even more than just spend all his money. Just wait for it." I chuckled as I laid down, feeling a slight pain in my stomach. "Does it hurt?" She questioned while lying down as well. I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I really needed to rest.