Tied To The Devil's Tail.

Fiona's POV

I banged on the door again, channeling all my fury, but there was no reply. I checked my phone to confirm the address. I was in the right place. This was Ethan Gray's house.

My hands didn't hesitate to hit the door again, and fortunately, the door pushed open. He stood there, looking as cold as ever.

"Come in," he said, closing the door behind me as I walked in.

"Mister," I sobbed, throwing myself on him. "Look at your beard now," I fondled with it.

"All white," he smiled, leading me into the well-furnished living room.

My eyes were fixated on him, the man who had saved my life eighteen years ago. The one who had sacrificed so much for me, till this moment.

"Snap out of your thoughts," he snapped his fingers over my eyes, handing me a cup of coffee he must have fetched from the kitchen across the room.

"Why are you here this early? Take the cap off now," he pulled it off, seizing my face in his palms, "you've grown into a beautiful lady, Fiona."

"You can call me Gabriella.