Chapter 15 : One Man, Two Fates

At the end of the hallway leading to his room, Mido stood bare-chested, wearing only light gray shorts. A cigarette burned between his fingers, his eyes lost in the void. The night was quiet, but the air inside felt thick with tension.

From behind the wooden door of Serena's room, her sultry voice called out:

"Come, my love… I'm ready."

Mido smirked lazily, then replied in a low voice:

"I'm coming, darling."

He took one last deep drag of his cigarette, crushed it under his shoe, and whispered to himself as he reached for her doorknob:

"I know Allah will punish me for my sins... but I can't stop."

Just as his hand touched the handle, Sarah, Jack's lover, suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Mido… wait a second."

Her voice was hesitant, but her eyes shamelessly trailed over his sculpted body.

"Wow… I never noticed how attractive you are."

Before she could continue, Serena's sharp voice cut through from inside the room:

"Get to the point and back off. We have a private business."

Sarah laughed artificially.

"Don't worry, sweetheart… I have my own man, remember? I just couldn't find him tonight."

Mido coldly gestured toward another room.

"He's in there. With the she-devil herself."

Sarah frowned.

"What's he doing with her?"

Mido answered with biting sarcasm:

"What do you think? Maybe teaching her the pillars of Islam… or Islamic intercourse."

He stepped into Serena's room and shut the door behind him without another word.

Sarah, curiosity and suspicion gnawing at her, cautiously pushed open Georgia's door. The moment she did, her eyes widened in horror.

Inside, Jack and Georgia were locked in a heated embrace, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim lamplight. Sarah gasped, covering her mouth, then screamed:

"Jack…?!"

Jack froze, scrambling for an excuse in the wreckage of his betrayal, and stammered:

"Sarah… I— It just got out of hand—"

Georgia interrupted with a light laugh:

"Were you two dating? He didn't mention it… or maybe he did, and I forgot."

Then she turned to Sarah with a predatory smile:

"Don't blame yourself, sweetie… he's irresistible, isn't he?"

Sarah's voice cracked as tears spilled.

"We're done, Jack. Don't even try to explain!"

She rushed out, wiping her tears, while Jack struggled into his pants and chased after her:

"Sarah, wait!"

But Georgia grabbed his arm before he could reach the door.

"Ah-ah… don't forget our deal."

Jack glared at her icily.

"I'll handle it… after I take a damn shower."

He shoved the door open and stormed out, his footsteps heavy with frustration.

Alone, Georgia sprawled back on the bed, half-naked, her eyes fixed on the ceiling with a sickening gaze—as if listening to a private, twisted lullaby.

She whispered to herself, a smile curling her lips:

"I love my job… Oh God, I hope you reward me for this… I'm doing good… for humanity."

Minutes later, in the charged silence of Mido and Serena's room, ragged breaths still hung heavy in the air. Suddenly, the door creaked open—the old wood groaning like a wounded animal. Georgia stood on the threshold, her eyes drinking in the scene without shame, without hesitation. Only pure, rooted malice.

Mido and Serena were still tangled together, frozen mid-motion, when Georgia began whistling a taunting tune, one hand on her hip:

"Well done, Mido... I liked that last move."

She tilted her head, her smile a blade.

"I'd do anything... just to try it with you."

Mido didn't answer. With deadened eyes, he slowly stood and pulled on his pants, not uttering a word. He didn't even look at her. As if he now saw everything through a black veil of guilt.

Serena, meanwhile, twisted away in disgust, yanking the sheets over herself as she screamed:

"Shut your mouth, you viper! Isn't it ruining lives enough for you?!"

Georgia laughed softly, stepping closer:

"I'm not the one chasing a damned man... a man rotting from the inside while you cling to him."

Serena snarled:

"Why won't you leave us alone?! What do you want?!"

Georgia paced toward the bed, her steps deliberate:

"What I want? To watch your face contort in pain... your eyes weep. It delights me... because you think you're special, but you're just another toy in weak men's wars."

She turned to Mido, who stood silent in the corner, his face ashen. She stalked toward him, her gaze sharp as knives:

"You know, Mido?... Allah miscalculated with you."

"You're a disgrace—to every Muslim who trusted you, every Arab who believed in you."

"Every atom in you screams with guilt... but you don't listen."

Her words were lashes, each sentence flaying something inside him.

"You betrayed your Lord, sold your faith for cheap thrills... Is this all your religion is worth to you?!"

Mido collapsed to his knees, the impact silent yet deafening. Tears flooded his eyes, his voice a shattered whisper:

"Oh Allah... forgive me... I was weak... Forgive me... "I don't deserve Your mercy, but I beg You..."

Georgia didn't flinch. Instead, she whirled towards Serena, tore the sheets from her body, and yanked her up like a stray doll.

"Come. Leave him... He has accounts to settle with his God."

Serena scrambled to cover herself as she was dragged out, shrieking:

"You know I hate you, Georgia! I hate you!"

Before slamming the door, Georgia turned back, her gaze soft and blazing:

"I know... And that's my joy."

Then the door shut. And Mido was left alone.

Kneeling. Weeping. In a voice only God could hear.

The room was bathed in the faint glow of moonlight seeping through heavy curtains. Mido sat on the windowsill, a cigarette between his long fingers, scarred from past battles. Smoke curled in slow, lazy rings, blending with the thick night air.

His eyes-like those of a wounded hawk—stared into the void as memories of a relentless past haunted him.

"How many times must I pay for my sins?"

He whispered, crushing the cigarette into a glass ashtray.

Flashback

In the opulent ballroom, golden lights shimmered over Kiki's white dress, hugging her slender curves. Her long black hair swayed with each graceful step, emerald eyes alight with life.

Mido, his athletic frame sharp in a tailored black suit, held her waist lightly as they moved to the music. A rare smile flickered across his face, as if he were someone other than the hardened man the world knew.

In a dim corner, Georgia—looking younger than her age—devoured the scene with venomous eyes. Her fingers clenched around her glass of juice, nearly cracking it.

"I'll have you, you damned Arab... I'll make you regret the day you were born."

Zaki approached Georgia, his sly grin widening as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Want me to handle it?"

Georgia arched a brow, intrigued.

"Oh? How?"

He said

"Mido's my friend... but I can't stand his fiancée. She controls him."

Georgia's lips curled, eyes glinting with malice.

"Get him for me... and I'll give you what you want."

Zaki :

"Done."

Minutes later, Zaki whispered to Mido:

"Come with me... I've got a surprise."

Mido cast an apologetic glance at Kiki before following, leaving her alone.

With the precision of a stalking panther, Georgia emerged, the gleam of an axe in her hand. Before Kiki could scream, the blade sank into her back with brutal force.

Kiki collapsed, her warm blood staining the grass. Georgia crouched beside the corpse, whispering:

"Told you I'd take him, you fool. Now... a new plan. I'll make him mine."

Georgia turned to the onlookers, her gaze icy.

"You saw nothing. If asked, Agatha did this."

Trembling, they nodded.

"Yes... Georgia."

As she walked away, the bloodied axe glinted under the moonlight—a silent warning to any who'd defy her.