Chapter Title: The Proem
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" Congratulations, you are pregnant! Here is your baby!", a thirty plus woman pointed at the tiny dot on the screen with a big smile, rolling over the liquid on her slightly protruded belly.
Kiera Stevens felt her entire world, crashing down in a few seconds. Her big watery green eyes pulled on the screen, feeling a new surge of emotions.
It was a baby! A life in her stomach!
How could she get rid of it?
This was her fifth time that she came to this hospital to abort the baby. But either she was scared or fled away in panic. This time when she was determined to get rid of this child, her strength was lost as soon as her eyes were connected to the screen.
Her baby! Her own flesh and blood!
The middle aged doctor asked for her concern again, turning off the screen to her disappointment,
" Do you still want to continue?"
Kiera didn't utter anything for a long while. Her hands clutched the bedsheet secretly, exhaling and inhaling frequently to reach on a final decision. Her mind drifted back to her best shining moments when she received her best newcomer award, her upcoming advertisements with those top brands, her years of hardworking. All of them were like a fairytale to her now. Her body shuddered when the memory of being hold by those possessive arms reflected into her memories, their moans and grunts, echoing throughout the green room, those shameful memories that she never wanted to recall. Maybe, it was her fault to get drunk so badly that she barely had a memory of that night.
But after everything,as soon as she predicted a beautiful baby in her arms, a tiny pair of arms that begged for her care and love, Kiera was lost in those moments.
She closed her eyes slowly and finally found her priority in life. Her grip was released from the crumpled bedsheet. She sutured her words in a breaking voice,
" No...I won't be.. having any abortion..."
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Kiera went back to her house later in the evening after a day full of cries. Her father, Jonathan Stevens waited for her in the hallway, his eyes full of smiles. Kiera had been making headlines consistently. Her advertisements were well-known around the state. Although, Jonathan Stevens wanted nothing more than his daughter to join the family business, he was a proud dad to see his daughter's name all over the tabloids.
Kiera started walking into the house in her numb steps. Her step staggered all the while, one hand gripping the purse tightly that had her secret secured.
How could she tell her father that she was pregnant with someone's child that she didn't even know? How could she tell him that the man, his long time boyfriend, Jasper whom she trusted the most had actually cheated on her along with her bestfriend?
" Kiera! Come here! Look, Mr.Thompson has also appreciated your recent advertisement for his brand! ", Jonathan Stevens called over her with a big smile. Kiera swallowed down the painful lump in her throat and froze in her track. Her face morphed in guilt to see her father's happiness but sooner or later, he was going to know the truth especially when she decided to keep the baby.
Letting out a soft exhale, Kiera tiptoed over her dad's sitting couch, mustering up all her courage to spill the truth. She stopped right in front of him. Her painted lips quivered before opening and closing hesitantly. Finally when it was parted, the watchman from their entrance dashed into the house, carrying a horrified face.
The old aged man didn't wait for their permission before yelling in a panicked voice,
" Sirrr...There..there are reporters at our gate who insist on coming..They.. they...are saying that.. Young Miss..is... pregnant..They.. want her.. explanation.. "
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A man's wailing was heard inside a dark room. He was hanging from upside down, face covered in bruises. His lips were covered in fresh blood, crying and whining occasionally.
" Tell me, how close were you to marry her?", Azrael De Luca, the newly allocated Don of the Italian Mafia Empire had finally decided to question on his own. His tattooed hand rested on the handle of the couch, showcasing his newly imprinted tattoos. His grey eyes were fixed on the man in front of his eyes.
" Don..I..I didn't..marry..her..", the man who was hanging whined, trying to sound convincing. But he knew the severe consequences behind it. Betraying the brotherhood had only one result ___ death sentence. Azarel's family had been the lead of Italian Mafia for decades. For safe and healthy businesses environment, all the local Mafias which called "The Italian Brotherhood" had always been following the strict rules, made by Azarel's family, the head of all local gangs. Whoever broke the rules had to pay the price even the Don himself.
Azrael let out a short laugh, blowing his smoky air out of his mouth. He hissed, putting the cigarette aside from his lips,
" Ssh! I hate lies, Jackson. You were fucking one step away to marry that rich heir."
The man winced at the intensity of Azrael's voice. Even in that awkward position, he was bathing in the sweat of terror. He whined pleadingly,
" Don...I...."
His words were never heard when a bullet shot through his skull, leaving him lifeless. A satisfied smirk played on Azrael's lips who put back the gun in his pocket, scoffing with an arrogant face,
" The price of our secrets are too high, Jackson. You shouldn't have broken the brotherhood rules. We may fuck a lot of whores but we don't marry someone from different world."
Matteo, the right handed man of Azrael inhaled a deep breath from the doorway, feeling more scared to reveal the truth. Azrael who met his peripheral eyes dropped the cigarette aside, and strode over to him in big steps.
Matteo lowered his eyes down in guilt, visibly shaking. He knew how the worst Azrael's temper was especially after the kill today. Azrael was fucking loyal to his brotherhood. Matteo pursued his lips nervously after a deep breath,
" She..she isn't found anywhere...Don..We..we are still searching.."
Azrael's hand went straight to his head, strangling up ahead to meet his bloodthirsty, lifeless eyes. Matteo let out a squeak but didn't dare to say anything. Azrael's cold, magnetic voice echoed inside the room followed by a low growl of anger,
" I don't fucking care if you have to go under the sea or not, Matt. But I won't allow a woman to sleep with me then dissapare like nothing, Matt. If she gets pregnant,my father's empire will be threatened then this position of Don will be gone. You heard it? I won't fucking allow it.Find her or you all will be dead!"
5 YEARS LATER............|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||" You must go, Kiera!", My dad finally raised his voice, speaking after a short cough. His days weren't going well after he crossed his late sixties. Sometimes, he just passed everything to his assistance and rested for days at home.Sighing, I straightened up my spine to reconsider his proposal. He wanted me to join a business party tonight, a hall full of artificial people. Yes, I called them artificial because they could do anything for the publicity stunt. I hated business life, this career that he intended to pass me one day. But staring at his wrinkled face, I didn't find my courage to turn him again." Just today...", I mumbled after a long sigh, turned around and headed upstairs with the magazine in my hand. He wanted me to take his place because my recent advertisements had made headlines, so many people admiring my stunt. Yes after a fucking damn 4 years break, I was comeback on runway, on screen. I think,being rich made m
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||I stared at the tattooed man,a a few feet away from my standing spot.Azrael De Luca!It was a new name in the business world but was succeeded to leave a deep impression on everyone. One thing, everyone knew about him that he was gossily rich.The man named Azrael sat across, crossing his legs together. His one hand gripping the red wine had multiple tattoos, crafted from his fingers and disappeared under the long sleeve of his Armani suit. My eyes switched to his next hand, spotting different remarks of tattoos, wondering how long they had on his body. It was very unusual as a business man. My dad used to lecture me that only goons had such dangerous tattoos. But I bet, he wasn't that sort of guy. Security was tight in this city and such a mafia business was a fairytale to us.I bit my lips tightly to observe his features. His grey hairs had mysterious gleams like no other else in this room. Even his dark black hairs were perfectly settled, glistening throu
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||The air thickened around me, suffocating without any proper reason since I couldn't feel anything except those tattooed arms around my waist. Each time, we moved with the rhythm, his sleeves rolled up, displaying those scary tattoos.It was just a dance! Did he have to threaten me like that?His eyes held a contended smile when my body moved along as per his wishes..well, it was an order. He asserted his name like a king as if he could do anything if I refused to compile his order. I never wanted to dance with him since his presence scared the hell out of me. The intimidation was so much that I could barely breathe properly. But my father's business wasn't running too well in these last years. I didn't want to put his business in danger because of my disturbing mood." You were in love By Bryska" were playing in the background. The slow, sensual tone was developing an unhealthy romantic atmosphere, not for me." Why are you doing this to me? Do we even know e
|| Kiera's POV || " Like my gift, Pretty Girl!" His one line kept reverberating in my mind, taking away all my strength in a matter of seconds.The road in front of me seemed too long to end. Silent tears shed from my eyes whenever I remembered the presents from him. It was all the images from my days abroad. God knows how the fuck he got those pictures of mine when I was fully pregnant with Ryan, walking around the street or doing groceries. It made my heart skidding like a race to think that someone was holding my darkest secrets. Until now, I was pretty sure that my father had removed all the evidence of my pregnancy from the world through his money. Then...how the hell did he get those from local cameras? A fearful shudder passed from my lips. I was failing to stay on track on the road because of my anxiety. Azrael De Luca was threatening me to come to the city's abandoned place where people call it haunted currently. I didn't even get the chance to tell my father where I was he
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||Silence.......There was a long awkward silence around the room. My breathing caught in my lungs, chest rising up to down heavily in anxiety. I stared down at the dead cockroach, lying next to my feet. The bullet that came from my back was only an inch away from my feet. His door has gotten a big hole from the piercing bullet. I prayed that no one was hurt outside. I hated blood more than anything else in my life.How the hell did he have a gun?I sucked a deep breath, my mind playing with the image of him, aiming the gun on my back currently. But when I looked back, it was all a lie. He was smirking like he had hit some jackpot just now. My eyes dropped on his gun, finely wrapped around his long fingers as if he was used to it." Did I scare you?", he said, raising one of his eyebrows playfully. I just stood there like a frozen ice-cube, too afraid to move or do anything. He continued, taking slow, predatory steps on my way," This is what I do when anyone d
|| Kiera Stevens's POV || " Mumma!", my little happiness shouted from the stairs, jogging in his small feet all the way down. I screamed back instinctively, snapping back to the reality that I was a mother not any model, " Be careful, Ryan!" My son giggled, throwing himself at me as we both knocked on the ground. I kept showering peeper kisses on his face, his smiles taking all the uneasiness from my heart. Even Luca's warning disappeared from my mind as soon as I saw him. Ryan wrapped his arms around my head, his tight felt possessive as if I would vanish in a moment. " You can't believe how long he has been waiting for you!", Aisha spoke from the stairs in her night gown. I thanked God several times to bless me with this best friend of mine. In my absence, Aisha took care of Ryan's needs always. I knew my baby well. He preferred Aisha's company more than his grandfather. I smiled, standing up from the ground, " Thanks mate!" Aisha rolled her eyes in response. She didn't like t
|| Kiera Stevens's POV || My steps paused in an unexpected shock, staring mutely at his bearded face until some distant road lights flashed across his face. The man was above 50 years old, almost catching my father's age. If my consciousness was caught right, he runs some company in the town. But there was something different, coming from his eyes. It was mysterious, lustful something like that. Although my instinct was pushing me to go away, I stood there numbly to hear the rest of his words. Because I was doomed practically from every corner. Swallowing, I tilted my head back at him to ask nervously, still wobbling on my knees, " What.. what do you mean?" The man gave me a cocky smile which I didn't like. Approaching me closer, he continued in an arrogant voice, tapping on his chin, " Well, I am the owner of DGK Enterprise. You can become our brand ambassador. Trust me, Azrael can't have his influence on my company." DGK was a well known cosmetic brand who run different busines
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||He just left.....After imprinting a forever haunting dream of shooting someone in my mind, he left without words. His dogs followed him hurriedly. Cluelessly, I remained there, shivering. A few guards were left behind who showed no pity on me. That man kept begging for mercy but who was I to forgive him? I was sure that Luca didn't give a shit about me. After all, I was his play tool only.As soon as the door was closed, I stumbled, backing out to fall on the chair. Only that time, I got some reaction from the guards," Miss..."One of them approached me, uncertain about how to touch or grab me. He spoke pretty politely," Are you feeling good?"I hummed, massaging the back of my head," I...I..am..fine..."How could a human feel fine after shooting a person for the first time?It felt crazy to recall the moment. Thankfully, the guards took him away from here, allowing me to breathe properly. I had no idea for how long I had to stay there but Luca was going