The Rare Diamond

Chapter 8

Omar Hadi's POV

I stared at her while she sorted out my clothes. I hated her so much. She was a fake b***h, I heard all the rumours about her being a gold digger and a w***e. I wanted a wife to help my mom do the house chores, I didn't marry her because I loved her and s**t, in fact love does not even exist. I started to hate the word love after my dad cheated on my mom with a f*****g w***e and as I love my mom so much I ended up killing him. I then became the most feared and wealthiest mafia leader and now I am in competition with the Mafia King, Karim Ayad.

I have committed many sins, sins that are not permissible in my religion. I have killed many people, I have slept with many girls from the age of 16 but I don't care what people think of me.

I looked at her body. I could tell she lost a lot of weight, she was too skinny. Even after marrying her I slept around with different girls. This marriage was nothing to me, it means nothing at all, but when I saw how she took care of me at the hospital I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. She walked out of the room as I leaned against the headboard on my bed. The accident was quite bad but thankfully I survived. I hope my leg and arm heal soon as I need to go to work but I can't even type. 

Little did he know that he survived due to his wife's prays that she did every night for him after he slept. 

I remember when that girl, what was her name?, yah, Aisha, Nashwa's cousin came over. Man, she was hot and she told me the true reality behind my pathetic wife. At first I thought she was an innocent girl,  she should get Oscars for her acting but no one can fool Omar Hadi. I admit I even slept with her but I didn't feel pleasure when I banged her. I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt her presence in my room. "I made you some chicken soup" She said with her soft sweet voice. She laid a table over my bed as she laid the soup. She slowly helped me get up and started to feed me. I must say her cooking is amazing. I was so hungry that I ate the full soup. I saw her giving me a small smile but I just glared at her. "b***h" I muttered under my breath. 

After a few hours my friends came over. Natasha the girl I slept with last night looked at me with a frown. "Babe what happened?" I asked in a flirty way.

"I was hoping to have another night with you but here you are laying with a broken leg and arm, how weak" She said looking at my leg in disgust. 'f*****g b***h'. "What the hell Natasha, can't you see he is injured. If you are so desperate to have s*x go and find someone else" my friend snapped at her.

 "I'll show you what's weak once my body heals" I gritted out in anger making her flinch slightly as she was taken aback. She then rolled her eyes and left the room. "Why do you even bother with that w***e, she doesn't even care about you. See how desperate she is just to sleep with you again" Nathan said running his hand through his hair. "You are saying it as if she is my girlfriend, she is just a good f**k that's all" I said coldly. He sighed and shook his head leaving the room. 

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My arm was in pain as I tried to wash myself. The soap fell out of my hands as I slipped and shouted in pain. The door instantly opened as she walked in. "Oh my, you should have told me to help you" She said in concern. No one has shown me concern like this other than my mom, not even my sister has. She helped me get up and rolled up her sleeves. I sat there in silence watching her every move. She started scrubbing my back and helped me wash my body. One thing I have noticed in this past year is that she has always done her wife duties. I remember when I was once drunk, I came home after sleeping with a girl and she took care of me, washed me when I vomited all over the place and changed my clothes. This would happen every night at the start of our marriage and not once she complained. 

Where the rumours really true?.

 She helped me dry my body and got my crutches for me to stand up. I then slowly walked towards my room and sat on my bed. She ran towards the wardrobe and took out my clothes. She helped me put my sweatpants on and my shirt. I looked away in embarrassment while she changed my pants as if I was a child but I knew I couldn't do it myself. She smiled at me and helped me lay down. "Good night" She whispered and kissed my forehead. I froze when her lips met my skin. I felt tingles in my body, I loved the feeling of her lips on my skin. She got her blankets and laid on the floor. She has been sleeping on the floor since the start of our marriage and not once I felt guilty about it but now seeing her like this made me guilty. I shrugged the feeling him as darkness took over me.