Battle between brothers

CHAPTER 1

I stood there in shock as my husband presented me divorce papers demanding that I sign them. My eyes filled with tears as I pleaded with him to reconsider, But Zayn's expression was cold, his eyes hard with determination.

"Get out. Lyra, You're no longer welcome here."

I softly placed my hand on my swollen belly, gesturing to our child that's growing inside me. "Zayn, please," I pleaded, my voice filled with emotion. "We've been together for four years. I'm carrying your child. How can you just throw me out like this?"

Zayn smirked, his lip curling in disgust. "The child you're carrying is a mistake, a mistake that's not even mine. A mistake that I'm constantly reminded of each time I look at you. And as for our marriage... it's been a sham from the very beginning. I've found someone else, someone who actually matters to me, so just sign the papers."

My eyes widened in shock, my face pale with hurt as the realization hit me. "Olivia?" ....... "It's Olivia right? You're leaving me and abandoning your family just for her?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"First of all, I have no family and we both know I'm not the father of the parasite you're carrying, so stop with the act," he accused, his voice dripping with malice. "You've been unfaithful to me, Lyra. I've seen the evidence. I know all about your little affair with Adrian. And now you're trying to pass off his child as mine? You're disgusting.", he spat "Oh...Yes, I almost forgot about Olivia. She's the one I long for, the one I desire to be with, not you. I no longer want anything to do with you or the bastard... Child you're carrying."

"NO!" I protested, my voice shaking with emotion. "That's not true. I've been nothing but faithful to you since the very beginning, despite the fact that our marriage is nothing but a contract, a mere piece of paper in your eyes. I've only ever been loyal to you, I swear it."

"Can you stop trying to force things? Just like you said our marriage is nothing but a mere contact forged for our mutual benefit, call me crazy but I think you've benefited enough from this, meaning our contract has expired. So stop complicating things, sign the divorce papers and leave!"

"NO!. I won't sign it, I won't let you abandon me like this"......... "This is my home, too. And I won't let you just throw me out like trash."

Zayn's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with anger. "Fine," he spat, his voice venomous. "If you won't leave, then I will. I'll leave, you and your precious child can rot in this mansion for all I care, but I'll make you sign those papers one way or another."

As he turned to leave, I rushed forward, gripping his arm tightly. "Zayn, please don't go," I pleaded, as my desperation overwhelmed me. "Let's talk about this. We'll find a way to work through this, just don't leave."

But Zayn was unforgiving. He violently pushed shoved me off him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Don't touch me with those disgusting hands of yours"... "You're nothing to me, Lyra. Nothing but a cheating, lying, manipulative wretch"

I stumbled backward, falling to the cold hard floor, my body wracked with sobs as Zayn stormed out of the mansion.

Days had passed and Zayn still hadn't returned to the mansion. I tried going out to find him myself but he ordered the guards not to let me out, forcing me into solitary confinement. All I could do was to wallow in my own self pity as I patiently waited, hoping Zayn would return home.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, my isolation became almost unbearable. Zayn had left the mansion, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the oppressive silence. I had lost count of the days, and my only companions were the cold, empty halls and the distant, detached staff.

But then, one day, I heard the sound of footsteps, echoing through the foyer. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Zayn had finally returned. I felt a mix of emotions, anger, hurt, and a deep-seated longing for the man I once thought I knew.

As Zayn walked into the room, my eyes widened in shock. He was not alone. On his arm, smiling brightly, was Olivia. My mind froze as I stared at the woman who had been the source of the constant pain, suffering and humiliation I was forced to endure.

"How dare you!" I screamed, my anger consuming me. "How dare you bring her into my home! After abandoning me here for 3 months, you still have the audacity to show up with your mistress!"

Zayn's expression was calm, almost bored, as he gazed at me. "Mistress? That's rich coming from you" ......"It seems you've forgotten so I'll remind you. I've loved her unconditionally since we were kids, before I even knew of your existence. If anything, you're the mistress because you're the one who's trying to get between us and ruin our love."

My anger boiled over, causing me to lose control, my eyes blazed with fierce intensity as I lunged at Olivia, my hands clawed, ready to strike. But Zayn was too quick, intervening just in time to prevent me from harming his mistress.

With a cruel smile, Zayn pushed me hard to the floor, ignoring my pregnant state. I cried out in pain as I landed on my side, my hands instinctively cradling my belly.

As I struggled to get up, Zayn threw a file at me, the papers scattering across the floor. "Sign them," he growled, his eyes glinting with malice. "Sign the divorce papers, Lyra. It's over between us."

As I looked at the satisfied expression on Olivia's face, my eyes filled with angry tears. But before I could even get a word in, Zayn interrupted me, gesturing at the remaining files scattered on the floor.

"Look inside the file again, Lyra," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "There's something else in there. Something special."

My hands trembled as she opened the file again, my heart racing with fear. And then, I saw them. The pictures. The gruesome, horrific pictures of my parent's dead bodies.

My mother's body had been mutilated, her face unrecognizable, I could only identify her by the birthmark on her right arm that had been stained with her own blood. And my father's body was hanging from a rope, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare. My mind shattered, as I stumbled over my own words.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "No, no, no. How......how did she...did they?" I was at the edge of losing my sanity, trying to figure out what had happened to my parents, until the realization hit me "you...you killed them, didn't you?"