Darin's POV "Hey, Angel! Please let me in? I am sorry! You know that I did not mean to say anything that would hurt you. Please, just talk to me!" I plead with her hoping that she would let me in this time. But, all in vain! Let alone opening the door, she does not even reply to me. Okay, I will try harder. "Angel? I know that you are listening to me. You are just being a stubborn baby and not opening the door. Okay, then. Fine by me. But let me remind you something, if you have forgotten. Remember, last night we had a bet and you had lost it. So, you have to give me what I want now, after all rules are rules." I tell her. But still, no answer. I sigh and think that I should give up on that already. She is just being too stubborn for my liking. And I did not say anything like I will be done with her. She just misunderstood my words. I thought she knew how much I love my dad, but still she said to my face that she doubts if he is a good man or not. And just like that, I lost my cool,

I feel myself being blessed with utter peace and contend as I stay in his arms. Since the first time I have seen him in the morning, he looked like has not slept well in days. And I was right when he gradually falls asleep while partially laying on top of me with his face buried in the crook of my neck. I can feel his warm breath against my skin making me ticklish a little bit. Wrapping him around by my arms, I smooth my fingers through his locks and he sighs blissfully. Soon enough, he starts breathing evenly and deeply telling me that he is fast asleep. His last words before passing out rings in my head. 'I love you, my Angel.' A smile graces my lips unknowingly. How do I tell him that I am not an angel, but rather a sinner who he is about to hate because he is about to lose his dad just because of me, if he ever comes to know which I highly doubt. "I love you too, Santi." I say, though to myself since he is already deep in sleep. Smiling, I caress his hair gently as I think of me

Tears well up in the corners of my eyes as I see him silently crying out in grief while sitting quietly in the balcony attached to his room. Right now, I am at the Morellis mansion after I am done with Benjamin Morellis and his mafia reign. But what has my heart clenching in pain is that my Darin is grieving his dad's death because of me, even if he does not know that I am the one behind it. Seeing him crying himself to sleep is what I wanted not to happen. But knowing how much he loved his dad, I know that this was inevitable. And I can just pray that he never knows that it was me. "I miss you, my Angel!" He says in a very broken tone which breaks my heart as well. Leaning against the wall, I peek through barely opened door of the balcony which leads to his room discreetly, I close my eyes as the tears roll down finally. 'I miss you too, my Darin! I am so sorry that you are going through this because of me.' He snuggles his into the pillow and gradually passes out. I slowly get up t

Darin's POV Dashing out of my room, I run down the stairs to catch up with Mrs. Rossi. And because right now I am a clumsy nervous mess, I trip on my own foot and trudge down the stairs on my butt. "Oumph!" I cry out of surprise. My mom and Mrs. Rossi gasp and run towards me."Oh, God! Are you alright, son?" Mom asks in a concerned tone. I ignore her question and turn my attention to Mrs. Rossi who is all set to leave. "Mrs. Rossi, are you going to your mansion?" I ask in a desperate tone. She nods with a look of concern. "Yes, but are you okay?" She asks but I ignore her question as well. I know that they just want to make sure I am okay but that can wait because if I don't this now, I definitely will not be okay ever! "Place, can you take me along with you?" She shares a look with my mom before looking back at me. I know that they are worried about Dhanishta, and that is why I want to go there. "Please, let me come to your mansion!" I beg her. I just want to meet Dhanishta, my A

"Right, butternut?" He calls out making me clentch my eyes shut. He knows! He already knows that I am here. But how? Well, there is no time to think about how! I have to keep going as planned. "What? What are you saying? Who is butternut?" That woman drawls out. He releases a sharp breath, maybe because he is vexed? "Get out, now!" He commands her and she immediately stands up from the bed before running out of the room. "Butternut? Will you come out now?" He asks softly as he stands up from the bed with his shoes facing my direction, telling me that he is waiting for me to come out. While his soft tone can deceive any good person, but not me! I know him enough to say that he is absolutely not what he portrays infront of the girls. Naive girls! I crawl out from under the bed and stand infront of him, Devin, or should I say devil incarnate? Because to me and many more girls, that is what he is. He rakes his clouded silver eyes all over my body and I fiddle with my fingers while loo