Mr Mafia On Your Knees

ZORA 

I paid the cab driver and hurried into the compound. I rushed to prepare dinner for my husband because it was our anniversary and his birthday.

I had decided to cook his special meal as part of his birthday gift. I wanted to show him how much I loved him and how happy I was that he married me.

Zayn, a famous billionaire who ran the multimillion-dollar firm he inherited from his father, and I had been married for three years. We married a year after graduating from college.

Although Zayn hadn't been the best husband over the past three years, I kept hoping for his change.

The lack of a child contributed to his sudden change. We had visited many medical places, but it seemed we weren't doing something right. However, today I felt excited because I had a special surprise: a hospital report showing I was one month pregnant!

We lived in a sophisticated villa in Southampton City, surrounded by servants and luxury. Despite that, I always preferred to cook his meals myself because I wanted to please him and see him happy.

Today, I left work early to return home for the meal.

Lost in reverie, I smiled as I imagined the happy moment when I would present him with the gifts.

I held a wrapped gift I had saved months for. "Can't wait to see his reaction when I hand him the test result and this gift," I muttered, a smile spreading across my lips.

To my surprise, as I entered the compound, I saw his car parked in the garage.

"Didn't he leave for work this morning? Why is his car here?" I wondered, perplexed.

"Well, maybe it broke down and he towed it back with a van and went to work with a cab," I concluded, shaking off the confusion.

I opened the door to the sitting room, ignoring the servants' greetings, and went straight to the kitchen to drop off the items I purchased for the meal.

As I arranged the food items, I heard the door open and quickly turned to see who it was.

"Oh, Zayn. You're home. You freaked me out when I heard the door. I thought you left for work this morning," I said, sighing and approaching him with a baby-like expression.

I leaned in, ready to greet him with a tender kiss, but he wasn't having it. I saw it on his face. He raised his hand and gently but firmly pushed my head away.

"Erm, Zora, we need to talk. Meet me in my study room," he said.

"Is there a problem, darling?" Before I could finish, he had already left the kitchen.

The rejection stung like a scorpion. My eyes faltered, confusion and hurt flickering across my face.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong? Why isn't he happy?" I wondered, confused and startled.

I gulped hard and followed him.

I asked a maid to arrange the cooking items because some were perishable and needed to be stored in the freezer, sensing this meeting might be long.

I adjusted my long, wavy blonde hair in the hallway mirror. My almond-shaped hazel eyes matched my fair skin, and the dress I wore highlighted my hourglass figure. I was moderately attractive.

I should have smiled at my reflection, but my husband's abrupt request and treatment made me visibly anxious.

He had never rejected my kiss. He would just accept it, even if his face showed disinterest.

At his study door, I took a deep breath and prayed inwardly before grabbing the doorknob and yanking the door open.

"I hope everything is alright, darling," I said as I walked in.

He sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, facing me. "I'll say it's fine because every problem has a solution, which is why I called you here. Anyway, sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.

"Is there a problem? Is this why you came back from work? I remember you left for work this morning," I asked as I sat down.