Chapter 17 You're Not A Monster

Zayn’s P.O.V.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. It was noon, and after the morning incident, I didn’t meet Myra as I had some important meetings with clients regarding a new hotel we were thinking of opening in India. After purchasing the anklet for her, I returned to my room, quickly got ready, and headed straight into a meeting.

Jackson had bought that store legally. Now, it belonged to me. My frustration peaked when the store employee failed to present the anklet because of its high cost, oblivious to my identity. She made a grave mistake.

I immediately fired her. Yes. No one could mess with me. No one!

I was the Russian King! I could purchase the entire world and even destroy it.

“Send a painkiller to my room. I’m having a terrible headache,” I informed the manager, who accompanied me as I walked through the corridor towards my room.

He nodded in response.

I continued walking, gently pressing my forehead, feeling a surge of pain. This likely resulted from continuous work wi