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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
A few days earlier… Athena walked into the kitchen to get some water and spotted the woman that was like another mother to her, “Miss. Claudia,” she jumped and hugged her from the back. Claudia smiled, turned around, and responded to Athena’s hug, “How are you, Thena?” Claudia smiled with affection. “Alive and kicking,” the girl hopped on the counter and grabbed an apple. Claudia pressed her lips into a thin line stopping herself from laughing. “I heard the good news,” Claudia resumed cutting vegetables, “and saw it too,” she chopped a piece of onion. “You and your mother are carbon copies of each other, and the bitch still hated you?” she scoffed. “Never seen the witch so happy,” she grabbed a stalk of celery and diced, throwing it in the pot of boiling water. Athena’s lack of reaction made Claudia speak her heart out, “You need to tell your mother the truth, Thena, how these vultures treated you,” the kind woman’s voice was full of distaste and hatred for her employers, if not
Athena stopped before Black Industries with August by her side, “Can I meet Mr. Black, please?” She asked the receptionist, who was busy doing something on her laptop. The red-haired assistant did not pay attention to Athena, royally ignoring her. She stood there for 5 minutes before knocking on the marble pane to attract the receptionist’s attention. “Excuse me?” she called again. This time, the redhead raised her head: "Have you an appointment?" She went back to her laptop, filling out everything that she was working on before. “No,” Athena answered automatically. "Then I fear you may not be able to see him," She seemed on the verge of calling security on Athena. “He knows me. Please tell him August is here to see him,” Athena pulled August close to her side as she was about to run away. The girl is energetic, just like she was as a kid. The redhead peered down at the counter and noticed August. Nodding her head, she called Azazel, “Sir, a woman and a child are here to see you,”
Azazel opened his drawer, took the file he recovered from her house, and undid it by unwinding a little thread in the front. He placed all the contents of the file on the table, spreading them evenly and examining them one by one. His eyes narrowed at the passports before him. Why did Damien have five different passports? All in his name, from several countries. This is not normal. Usually, people have multiple passports but with different aliases. His family also possesses various passports, but all under pseudonyms and other names. What is he hiding? And how does his doll tie into all of this? He sat there, blood pulsing and headache growing. But his pain isn’t significant now. Her life is. He picked up the certificates before him. Did Athena have another name? Or was it Iris? And who burned these? The possibilities of this situation are endless. Did Damien know someone was after him? Is it why he burned these? Why would he be careless and let someone abduct him if he knew? He cou