RISE OF THE BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

forty three- hidden feelings

( that same night )

somewhere, in a five star bar, Deya leaned against the polished table bar, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the surface of her glass. Her slender frame seemed almost fragile beneath the weight of her emotions, yet there was a certain strength in the way she held herself, a mask that belied her delicate appearance.

The bar buzzed with activity around her, the low hum of conversation mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft strains of music drifting from the speakers above. But to Deya, it all seemed distant, as if she were observing the scene from behind a thick pane of glass, separate and detached from the world around her.

She took a sip of her drink, the burn of alcohol momentarily distracting her from the ache in her chest. It was a futile attempt to numb the pain, to drown out the voices that echoed in her mind, reminding her of he predicament

She has set out of her home with the intent of going to the President's address but her fears stop