SEPH’S POV
The thunder roared in the sky making my heart rattle in the cage it is trapped in. I quickly clean tears from my face with the back of my hand. My hand unintentionally clutched my locket. On this cold night, I only have one thing to hold onto. The sweet little angel sleeping beside me. How easily she could get lost in the world of dreams. And may she continue to do so my heart prayed.
But I cannot spend my life like her. Ayla can hide in her dreams from the past but I relive them in sleep. She is just a five-year-old girl. Her innocence makes me want to trust that in this world of fake actors some reliable people exist too. What will her future be? Will she continue to wander the paths of the earth in search of a haven?
We are far aware of our home. Our city. we are strangers here. We can not ask for help from anyone. Humans tend to become hungry wolves. I can not trust anyone.
Will I ever find a place to stop? To think that yes after this we will have no problems; Our past cannot cause us misery anymore. Will Ayla be able to have the life that a four-year-old deserves?
These thoughts keep teasing me every night. I cannot be selfish and think about my well-being only. She was entrusted to me. Her parents did everything for me. Till the end, they stood behind me fearlessly. Till That night. o Theé mou! that night! (My god)
Everything always moves back to that night. That dreading cold night when Ayla and I lost everything we hold dear. That night when loyalties were tested. When my father and Ayla’s parents tried to save my future. When…they died in cold blood.
When every member of his family and mine tried to protect me. I clenched my locket so hard that it now leaves mark on my skin. I will not let their blood go in vain. Their cold dead bodies have haunted me till now. They will haunt me for eternity. Because of him. This all happened because he was there that night.
A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of that night. No... his thought. His blood-covered hands. My thoughts always keep going back to him.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I have been so brave till now. I cannot afford to give up.
This night is so much terrible. I get the feeling that something bad is about to happen. As if he is thinking about me. as if he will be near me. So much near that my freedom will be compromised too. She trembled at the mere thought of this.
But ‘no’ she chided. it could not be so. We have been changing places after a few weeks not staying at the same place so that he won’t find us. So that our past may not catch up to us.
My face automatically moves Ayla. I am more worried for this kid, silently snoring beside me. She has no one to turn to. Well, I also have no one to turn to too but my future is already dark. Already decided. Only that I refused to accept it. But Ayla deserves a beautiful life.
I looked at the beautiful innocent face of Ayla again. Such a beautiful face yet how tragedy-stricken is her fate. I have dyed her hair black so I could save her from the pestering sights of others. Her original blond hair inherited from her father look more beautiful.
But I am not going to reveal my identity and risk getting caught just because of my hair color. Our milky skin is enough to discriminate us from the people of this country.
My heart is begging me to do something. She stirred beside me and it took me a while to understand that it was because of my uncontrollable fidgeting that she will wake up.
The clouds collided against each other again and this time I could not stay where I was. I got up from beneath the trashy blanket and decided to drink water. The heart trapped inside me rattled the frail cage it was chained in.
Before taking a single step towards the small kitchen I quickly turned around and tucked the blanket around Ayla. Having her sick was the last thing I wanted. She quickly snuggled under the heat.
This small house had been arranged for us by an anonymous person. He has helped us for so long. But I have never seen him. He always sends his secretary. So far, he has helped change house after house. In this city of light, there had been some dark places too. It had been easy to take refuge in them without getting tracked.But he promised me that he will find me. He will be watching me if I ever run. He can easily because he has resources.
I clenched my hair with both hands to stop the creeping paranoia lurching me into my mind and making me nauseatic. Maybe I should just take another pill but sleeping pills…... always make me woozy.
I drank the clear liquid from the glass and then decided to splash some on my face. Maybe it would calm my anxiety a little bit. The dingy bathroom and its fluttering light greeted me.
Once I had everything a man could desire. All the wealth of the world was under my feet. I never had to ask for anything more than once.
Now my worn-out shirt and trouser reflected otherwise. But nothing is as precious as life. I have known this.
There is no sign that the rain will soon stop. It Always rains at this time of the year. In the last five years at least this much, I got to know. This city of monsoon has witnessed my tears. This city has confined my secrets as her own.
A lone tear escaped from my eye. This city cries for my fallen fate. How many times have I cried over this?
HADES POVOne person from my family is not here. Theía Roxane is not here. It is forbidden to take her name here. As a betrayer, she remains locked somewhere. She is the only one my father could never get himself to kill. So, she is caged somewhere. Her boyfriend who helped her in all this was not so lucky. He is six feet under now. Her location remains unknown. Only the people closest to my father know. (aunt)Soon I will unveil all secrets. I will see that all cards are dealt nicely. All mysteries become known to me. So, my enemies find no open windows.The room is quiet except for the fading harsh breaths of this animal. I just want to get over this as all this drama is wasting my time. While I have to attend a shipment deal worth billions.His breaths grew shorter and shorter and suddenly his faded blues strikes my blue ones. He beckons My grandmother to come closer with a shake of a hand.Lara stands up to give space to my grandmother. Next with a shake of a hand, he asks everyon
Seph’s PovThe last five years have been nothing but suffering. Witch each step I have yearned for a helping a hand. A hand on my shoulder a hug anything something which could give me evena bit of hope courage. No such support was written in my face because I am stuck here. Away from them. I couldn’t even go to their funerals. Now I am too far to visit their graves. But in reality, my life became utter hell when he set his eyes on me. Eyes which I though had love. Everything in them was an illusion to trap me. He lured me in with his practiced hands. He is the sole killer of my happiness. Every moment I cherished, everything I held dear. He is the cruelest assassin of my everything.His family ruined mine. They showed no mercy.I cleared my face with the back of my hand. “Let him try,” I thought. I will never be his. He will never find me. I will run till it’s the edge of the world. For my sake and Ayla's. I will run and continue to hide. He must suffer from my disappearance. Time a
HADES POVHe is dead so there is nothing that can make me stay here. I went out of his room. My next step would be to jump on our jet and go to that country my pouli has been hiding in. People here can take care of the funeral arrangements. They do not need my assistance with such things. Moreover, they damn well knew that I was least interested in offering my help for such a task.I still have the box in my hands and I can see people eying it in my peripheral view.Just when I moved towards the staircase to get to my room a booming voice stopped me.“Na stamatísei” she said. (stop)Of course, it had to be my giagiá. No one else could dare to stop me. They all know that I have been waiting for this moment. They all know that it wouldn’t take me a moment to leave all this and go after Myrine. They all know that I was waiting for his end to gain what I have ever wanted.“Den boreís na fýgeis” she said. Her face is devoid of any emotion. (You cannot leave)“Giatí” (why) I said walking to
HADES POVThe funeral was a waste of time. Hearing the priest call out forgiveness for him. Telling that heaven awaits him and blah blah.We all know his soul must be already rotting in hell somewhere. The only thing I enjoyed was seeing him getting six feet under. Slowly and slowly. We buried him in our ancestral graveyard. The media was not allowed to pass the premises of the church. But they must have taken photos which with no doubt will be pasted on all the newspapers and news channels.It was evening when I got free at last. I took a ride back and returned to my room.I need to drink. To rejoice. Just when I was thinking of opening the mini-fridge to check which ones were here. I noticed a moment. Someone was on the terrace, sitting on the chairs.I opened the glass door. He was the one I was expecting to see. My childhood friend. How could he miss this moment?Jace turns around and holds the bottles he has brought “Sorry for barging into your room like that but the occasion wa
This time Jace tried to say something. I stopped him with the hand gesture of stop. He reluctantly did. I knew that he wanted to interrupt, it was written on his face. It is his nature. But the fact is We both know how messy it is to get involved with the civilians. they do not know our rules. they do not know how to survive in our circles and so on. They fell prey to the spiders. But even when she hasn’t said a word. Even when I had not gotten a taste of her. She already has my full attention. I want her. She is not like other whores I usually fuck. I want to cage her. I want her for myself only. I want to smell myself on her. I already feel possessive about her. So Jace has to shut up his calculating mouth and let the scene play. Let her fall for me. Let me approach her and take her. She must have surprise written on her face. But suddenly her body tensed. I could sense it from the tightness of the dress at her back. The waiter points towards me telling her that I am the one who
Flashback end I hope she can see the promise hidden. Or else I will make her remember it the hard way. I kicked Jace’s leg and he sits up straight.“You know the bástardos left with another problem”“What?” he sobers up a little.I went to my room inside the walk-in closet. Behind my set of white and black shirts was my locker. I had put the box inside it. Only I know the combination. In this house, Walls not have ears but pestering eyes too. So, it’s better to keep it safe.I opened it. A picture of a kid was the first thing that came into my hand. There was an address on it.There are some other things in the box. I will check them some other time.I came back to the terrace and handed the photo to Jace.“He is just a kid.” He says after looking at it.“Yes, a kid. A bastard kid from my father” I spat.He groans. “Now what? You want me to find and kill him? He hesitates and says “You know I do not kill….. ”He is the best person for this job. He knows how to find the people who a
Both of them exchanged glances and then the one in the passenger seat turned and replied “you will get your answers in a while” he paused for a moment and continued “The old man who always takes you is waiting for you”.It means today I will a good chance at knowing about the people who are helping me. There must be a reason behind it. Nothing comes free in this world.This man has been my saving grace. Since that unfortunate night when I could not think of the next step. I had no one to turn to that night. Just two months old Ayla in my hands. I know that the old man is not the head. He had also made this clear too that the one who texts me the next location is.Even if I get to meet his boss tonight or not. I will demand answers. If he is such a well-wisher of mine, why doesn’t he come forward and reveals himself?I could see Ayla’s eyes drooping. She is just a small girl. She doesn’t even have breakfast yet. Al
Seph’s POV:I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. His eyes held so many emotions but anger ruled them all. Did he see all that? It’s so embarrassing. Heat rushed to my cheeks. He came closer. I wanted to give him some kind of an explanation so I opened my mouth. Before I could even utter a word, he took my arm in a strong grip.It hurt. Something had taken over him. He ignored the pain that flashed in my eyes, something that had never happened before. He just dragged me to the car and threw me on the passenger side. The door closed with a loud thump and I flinched. Is he being angry after seeing all that? I know that He was a little overprotective but now his reactions are scaring me.He is my father I know he will never hurt me I chided to my heart. His anger will fade away. Maybe I should try to cool the situation.Just when I was going to speak, He raised his hand “stop! don't say a word Seph. Not right now”His words expressed disgust. But what I had done to deserve this? I conclu