Athena opened her eyes, and the truth hit her like an avalanche that she was getting married. It is her wedding day today, fake or real. She is getting married. A heavy unfathomable feeling settled in the pit of her heart. She curled into a ball, refusing to get down from the bed. She clutched the comforter and began to think, what would have happened if her parents were alive? Would they choose the guy for her? or would they let her choose? Whatever it was, she was sure he would go with her decision and support her fully. She always thought she would have a love story like her parents, marry as they did for love and happiness, but it doesn’t seem like it. Reality is different; not everyone gets married for love. Some do it out of obligation, desperation, loneliness, business deals, and in her case, for benefits. She picked up her phone and wanted to call Cleon, but she was scared. The usual thing would be to tell him that she is getting married, but she can’t, and it is hurting her
“Why did you bring me here?” she demanded, disembarking the seat. Azazel rounded to her side.“I thought maybe you wanted to see them. I know we got married with no one around us, Doll. I know you would want to see them on your special day,” it was more of a question, there was hesitation in his voice. He understood everything that happened wasn’t what she wanted, but he wanted to make it perfect for her. He knows the marriage isn’t what she wants, but he will ensure she has everything she needs. He would die if she asked, pass on her terms if she wished to, but he would ensure she got all the good things before he died. He wasn’t sure that she would take it well. He didn’t want to make her sad. Athena consumed the familiar background with her eyes, and at that minute, she realized how much life had changed. There it was, the place that she had desperately tried to forget. She hadn’t stepped into this land in the last 12 years. Not that she didn’t want to, but she didn’t dare to, an
The chorus finished, and they both sat there in silence. Athena’s hands were still on the piano keyboard, while Azazel’s lips left behind a fiery trail of need. His hands moved from hers to her waist, kneading her hips tight and robust, his crotch grinding on her ass. “That voice is fucking arousing,” he bit her shoulder.The bite was solid and arousing, oozing wetness out of her core. She squeezed his thigh to ease the sensation, but Azazel offered her no reprieve. He sewed his hand through her dress, rubbing her core through the clothing. Athena chewed her bottom lip to control her moans. Azazel wasn’t letting her ease. “Today is our wedding night.” He stuck his hand under her dress, massaging her thighs.“Don’t you think wedding night should be celebrated well?” he growled in her ear like a wounded wolf, and Athena felt cold sweat on her body. The shiver reached her vagina, and it clenched. Using his other hand, he yanked her hair back, bringing his face to her neck. In one log lick
Azazel immediately ran back into the house, and his heart thumped in his chest. “Doll?” he yelled, and Athena came running into the living room, listening to Azazel’s panicked tone. “What happened?” she hysterically asked. “Pack your bags. We are leaving,” he grabbed his t-shirt that was on the couch and put it on. He doesn’t care if someone played a prank on him, and he is not willing to risk his doll’s life in speculation. His suspicions took life now. There is something wrong, and they are murdered. He called the deputy’s office, asking them to pull the records of her parent’s death while she was packing her bags. He took his gun, checking to make sure he had the bullets in it, placing it in his waistband. As she came out, Azazel immediately made her sit in the car. He scanned the locality to see anything suspicious, but nothing seemed like it. He got into the car and sat next to Athena. “Is everything okay?” she wasn’t sure why this sudden change of plans. She knows he is impu
He couldn’t process everything that was going on. All this information will change so much, especially for Athena. Does she have a clue that they might be alive at all? Should he dump this information on her? If they were alive, who abducted them? And amidst the chaos, his mother gained consciousness. He glanced up at the ceiling, “if you exist, you must be laughing your ass off, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “You might be getting your fair share of revenge on me now?” he rubbed his temples to ease the ache. He will sort out Athena’s mess later, but he must first talk to his mother. Maybe this will help him prove Athena’s innocence. This meeting with his mother will determine whether he wants to reveal his marriage with her to the world. He changed into his business outfit and opened his car door to get in, “Peter,” he called his bodyguard. “Yes, boss,” he bowed down, moving forward. “Stay here. In case of any danger, your first mission is to extract Athena and shift her to a safe loca
Azazel woke up to his phone’s continuous buzzing. He always attends his calls without missing, but this time, he didn’t want to, but the damn thing won’t stop buzzing. He turned around, lying on his back.Picking his phone, he answered, “Hello,” in his morning voice. He looked to the side, finding Athena not in bed. His brows furrowed, and he got irritated since he didn’t get to see her morning face.“Boss, I think you should come to your hospital right now,” Ethan’s panic-filled voice told Azazel something altering was about to come out of Ethan’s mouth.“Is something wrong?” Azazel bolted right up. Ethan said something from the other end. Azazel inhaled a deep nervous breath. “Are you sure?........... when?..........how did you?........ okay, I will be right there,” he was about to hang up.“Who else knows about this?” he inhaled a deep breath.“No one, boss. One of our men called me, and I am calling you,” Ethan stood before the hospital room, waiting for the next instruction.“Keep
Rustom stood on his balcony, feeling confused by everything going on. Did he ruin everything? But it wasn’t his fault alone, was it? His boss got sloppy over the years, letting his guard slip. Conceivably his boss had more confidence in himself than he admitted. Even though they made sure Damien didn’t know them, Rustom was still scared to admit it. In all these years of captivity, neither he nor his boss stepped before Damien and Iris. Perhaps they underestimated Damien and his thirst for freedom. Maybe they shouldn’t have forced Damien and Iris to have this child. If they had helped Iris deliver this baby and offered her the support she needed in time, her daughter might not have ended up deaf. Were those sins on him now? Damien never spoke a word all these years to anyone other than Iris. He and Iris kept to themselves. From what he heard from the guards, they incessantly tried to escape in the first two years of captivity, but later they gave up. Maybe this was him planning all t
The next day Athena was in Azazel’s mansion packing her stuff. She didn’t want to go back to Dubois’s mansion, but being with Azazel was wrong on so many levels. How could you be with your tormentor? The man assaulted her so many times. Giving in would be burning her self-respect and accepting his mistakes, and giving him another chance to carry that abuse. She cannot do that. As a woman, her heart does not agree with it. Arthur sat in the car, waiting for her to come back. She didn’t see Azazel after their interaction. He stormed off to God knows where. But, unknowing to her, someone in the ring was paying for her disobedience. She remembered how she came to that house, sad, scared, and beaten. She looked around once and sighed. The room saw her almost dying. That day changed her life for the better; she looked at the corner where she confronted Azazel about his wrongdoings. She then entered her bathroom to grab her skincare when her gaze shifted to that Tylenol bottle that al