Asiya's Diary

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been entered in a decade, only the sound of her heels was he

lipstick perfectly coated on her lips, the bodyguards trailing be

life, he lay almost lifeless on the cold, tiled floor. An evil smirk formed on her lips, knowing

disgust and rage evident in her voice, he raised his hea

hest and most successful fashion designer in the world? The woman with no identity?" He questioned all

e direction of the man, and one of the guards placed a chair for her to sit down on, she sat with he

mask. "Asiya!" Sniper yelled, the shock evident in his voice wh

nly difference is that I am not the same naive girl anymore and I know you do your business on con

egret what I did to you, and yes! I did it because of money. The person that hired me

make the man confess. She used the knife to scra

he smirked and continued scrap

to answer her question. "The person that hired me to do that was none other than your best friend, Latifa," She dropped t

she thought that ruining your life and removing you from the image was the best option for her. That was why she hire

the one who knew her in and out

the floor, he was trying to stab her so she quickly gra

before they come to get him later," Asiya

guards opened the door for her to go out. She went outside and as u

f to Transcorp Hilton. On her way,

and R

d the room, and lolocked the door, she removed her mask and

ut silently, she was beyond hurt. All the pe

end, and everything but only for that trusted friend tha

up and strutted to the bathroom, showered and performed

mat then prayed, prolonging her prostrations. She u

her for her sins, for Him to protect her and help

d everyone that she cares about before getting up and folding the

d her bag and phone, put on her mask and picked up the key to her new BMW series

r mask, and entered, as though she wasn't the on