Desire for you - ALPHA ILAY
Chapter 15

DELILAH

The strength in my legs was failing and I fell to the floor, trembling.

I didn't even dare open my eyes.

I wanted to scream, to cry, but all that came out of me were silent screams. My lungs filled uncontrollably with air.

Why wasn't he screaming? Surely Zamiel should be screaming in pain?

I sobbed and opened my eyes, crying. What I saw in front of me was Zamiel's dead body with a bullet in his forehead. His body was lying on the floor.

"NO!" I screamed and tore myself away from Ilay, who was holding me in his arms.

"You're a fucking monster! YOU killed him! It all happened against my W-will!" I cried even harder than before and sat down next to Zamiel's body.

"Y-You can't be dead yet... P-Please, Zamiel!" I pulled his head onto my lap while the warm blood from his head flowed over my lap.

I stroked his hair and hugged him tightly to me.

Even though he had betrayed and sold me out, he didn't deserve this. It was a cruel and unjust death. He didn't even have the chance to fight back...

My father grabbed my shoulder: "Delilah, he did worse to you. This death was his blessing," he said to me in his serious tone.

I shook my head violently and sobbed again.

"H-Are you actually listening to yourselves? You're no better than him!" I had clung to Zamiel's body so tightly that I would leave a mark.

Although he had rejected me, I had never accepted his rejection in the hope that he would change... One day...

That hope was taken away from me today and it was dashed...

A thousand questions ran through my mind. I would rather put a bullet in my head than go home with Ilay. That much was certain. I didn't want to go with my father either. I wanted to be alone and never see anyone again.

"Your father is right and we're not sorry at all if you want to know for sure," Ilay replied and knelt down in front of me.

"That bastard had no choice but to beg your forgiveness. His death was inevitable," Ilay shrugged his shoulders and looked bored while I cried my heart out.

"I didn't want any of this," I whispered softly and looked into Zamiel's pale face.

His brown eyes were still wide open. His frightened gaze was frozen.

Those eyes would probably haunt me in my dreams.

I wasn't cut from the right cloth to kill other people. As an only daughter, my father always had high standards, but I was never good enough for him.

Two men entered the room to take Zamiel's body.

"You have to let go now," Ilay said to me, watching as I was forced to carry out his order.

My trembling fingers let go of Zamiel as I watched Zamiel's body being carried out of the room.

This all really happened... I had shot Zamiel and was responsible for his death.

"I'm truly sorry, miss," Shawn said, lowering his eyes to the floor. The tears in his eyes were impossible to miss.

"I never meant for it to come to this," I whispered softly as Shawn nodded.

"I know it was never about revenge, my love. It was foolish and childish of my son to reject a kind-hearted woman like her ... That was the price," Shawn whispered softly.

More tears flowed down my cheek, but I didn't feel them. My whole body felt numb and my thoughts were clouded. I struggled to keep my eyes open, it was as if I hadn't slept in months and was now being led to sleep.

ILAY

Okay, maybe that was a little harsh on Delilah. At least I'd never seen anyone suffer like that before.

After all the shit Zamiel had done, it was clear he had to die. No question about it. There were other reasons why I dragged Delilah into this action. Maybe it was to show her that I couldn't be saved.

No one could save me, not even her.

It was best if she stayed away from me...

Delilah was too kind-hearted. Even for that bastard, she shed tears and seemed devastated. It didn't even scratch the top layer of my skin, as much as I didn't care.

I held Delilah in my arms while the body of Zamiel was carried away, followed by Shawn, who avoided looking us in the eye.

Chris looked at me and shook his head with a sigh, "Maybe this act will finally open my daughter's eyes... I've never liked that bastard," he muttered to himself and was about to grab Delilah when I frowned.

Chris didn't dare say anything and paused in his movement.

"May I take her with me, Prince?" he finally asked politely and waited for my answer. Suddenly he looked tense.

Could he take her with him? That was a legitimate question, as she was officially mine. But I wouldn't be surprised if Churchill turned my brother against me. My brother couldn't do me any harm, but having to spend time with him would annoy me.

The thought made me giggle softly. Chris would probably think I was crazy.

I had all the time in the world now, a little time with my brother wouldn't be bad, but I would do it differently. I won't let him visit me. On the contrary, I'm going to visit him.

"It's unpleasant to have to say this, Churchill, but your daughter is officially mine, she's my servant. If she's not, who's doing her work?" I asked provocatively, frowning as I looked at Delilah. I almost preferred her swooning.

"I-I'm really sorry for these circumstances, Prince... But Delilah is more than just a servant... She has a university degree in finance. I think it would be a mistake to demote her to a cleaning lady. My Delilah is capable of more, if only it wasn't for that bastard..." Churchill whispered the last sentence to himself, making me smile.

Our Delilah must really be a bright one if her father had his way.

I gave Churchill a wry look and nodded: "You're right, that would be a real shame. But that doesn't change the fact that she still belongs to me. You can take her with you now, but one day I'll come back and get her back. Agreed?" I smiled at Churchill and gave Delilah a hug.

Churchill nodded hesitantly, apparently not knowing what to say, because that probably wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. He didn't want to risk his head rolling, because that would be his next answer to the wrong question.

"As you wish, Prince," he replied, rising with Delilah in his arms.

After all, Delilah had to recover from her shock first. I don't think that would happen overnight, from what she said, she resented me very much. Wink.

Maybe you're thinking, damn, what an arsehole. At the moment I am an arsehole, I totally agree with you.

I stood up too and looked around the room with satisfaction. I didn't really want to involve Delilah in this, but when Shawn said that the victim should decide, I had no choice, after all, he was the judge.

I hadn't expected it to be so dramatic. Delilah's heart was pounding and I could feel her heartache.

It was time to say goodbye.

"See you then, Churchill. Take good care of Delilah, I want her to go unnoticed," I winked at him and teleported back into the house.

When I came in, Achira ran at me like a raging bull and punched me in the chest.

"How can you do such a horrible thing to someone?" she shouted at me loudly and continued to beat me.

"What do you mean sister?" I asked her, pretending to be surprised.

"Stop acting so stupid, we all know what this damn courtroom was about. Do you think I'm so stupid that I wouldn't enquire if you ordered a simple maid into a courtroom? What you did was a fucking execution and Delilah should pull the trigger," she screamed at me and slapped me across the face.

I stood there with my mouth open, rubbing my cheek. Damn woman.

"That bloke rejected and enslaved her. She was almost raped because of him and had to sit in a filthy dungeon for months," I replied.

Achira laughed and shook her head in bewilderment: "That gives you the right to force her to do something she doesn't want? Maybe she was almost raped, but what you've done is worse than rape. It's just as forced," Achira said, turning away from me. "Where is she anyway? Why isn't she with you?" She turned back to me and looked at me in amazement.

I shrugged my shoulders "Her father took her away, she'll be in good hands with Nael," I replied, while she shook her head again "You're really the worst, every time someone else has to take the rap for your crap. You're impossible Ilay, you should have been banished instead of making such a fuss everywhere. Since you've been on this psycho trip, nothing's been the same!" she shouted angrily at me and stomped off.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my room, sighing. Maybe I really had thrown Delilah to the fishes, especially when I thought that she probably didn't want to go with her father and I had practically forced her to.

Mr Churchill looked decent, but if he worked for my brother, everyone knew they were hard men.

That's what it's like when you're a man's only daughter. A lot is demanded of you and yet the fathers are never satisfied.

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