Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: A better place

Chapter Forty- One

"They said you left your car unparked and rushed in here because your father told you to marry Markus. The young man is from the family that ruined yours right? Don't shut me out. I want to help," her body began to relax a little bit. She could barely deal with her earlier crisis; she didn't need any more issues creeping out.

Was it not two nights ago she had met Markus in her father's office and her father made that comment? How then did they relate her behavior today to it?

She didn't care. She just wanted this feeling to stop. It wasn't just the guilt and shame. It was also the feeling of needing him.

Aside from killing people, what else could she do to feel better? Who else could she be to feel better?

Lisa. The name whispered in her ears as if her guardian Angel was standing right behind her.

She was also Lisa. She had taken a break after she bled on stage. Unlike other days she felt like Lisa was all a coverup, today, she needed to stand on that stage again. Maybe she would feel better again. Maybe hearing fans chant her name and scream how much they love her would make her feel worthy.

Asli wasn't used to dealing with her emotions. She just bottled them up till they became a part of her. However, no matter how she thought of it this morning, she couldn't understand why and how she got entangled with Ahmet. She should have killed him when he started blackmailing her. She should have silenced him. She should have burned his whole family down like she was meant to. There were so many should haves.

'Please.' there it was again. She was fighting too hard not to remember but it was almost impossible. She wasn't going to forget how she clung to him for help. She had begged him. She had pleaded him to touch her.

It was almost impossible to breathe. She had to get away from being Asli even if it were for just one day. Lisa did not know who Ahmet was. She didn't have anyone to kill. She did not have a secret to keep. She didn't know what revenge was. She didn't know what hatred was.

Lisa didn't know what pain was. She was an Innocent face on stage. She was loved by many. Nobody judged her even when she didn't dance. Nobody booed her when she missed a key. Lisa would have smiled the next day after what Ahemt and her did.

But she was not Lisa. She wished she were just her.

She managed to drag herself from the shower and cleaned herself with the towel. She saw the red stains on the towel before realizing what she had done to her skin.

And as she continued to gaze at the red stains on the towel, a twisted sense of satisfaction crept over her. She felt a morbid sense of relief as if the physical pain she had inflicted on herself was a just punishment for her letting Ahmet touch her and for enjoying it.

She looked down at her skin, and a faint smile played on her lips. The scratches and cuts seemed to validate her self-loathing, to prove that she was indeed unworthy of forgiveness.

"I want to be on stage." She murmured slowly. _{f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)}

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