|| 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 heading late at night. Because all I cared about was those pictures.
After an unknown amount of time passed, my GPS signalled that we were near the building that he told me to come. Forcing myself to stay calm, I hopped down from my SUV, shivering when the cold breeze hit my bare skin hard. Finally looking down at my attire, I was speechless in shame for a second. I was wearing a nearly transparent night gown. My hair was messy like a bird nest, no makeup or anything as if I was forced to open my eyes from a deep slumber's sleep at midnight.
The building really resembled like a haunted house from movie. Walls had crack, grey color wrapped the entire exterior. Without lights, it was impossible to look into the house properly.
Did I come in wrong place?
I bit my lips hard thoughtfully untill the lights inside the house began to switch on dramatically as a welcome greeting. I swallowed a lungful saliva, feeling like a trapped ghost in here. After getting back my rational thoughts, I really regretted my decision to come here to meet Mr.Azrael.
The entrance was pushed open during my hesitation. A man with a wicked expression, robotic tone like Azrael came outside. He wasn't even least surprised to see me here. Instead, his lips curled up mysteriously, opening the door wide before telling me,
'" Welcome home, Miss. Please come this way!"
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My thoughts were proven true when I started walking towards the leaded direction from this grim faced man. It was all dark and grey walls outside, giving me the vibe of fear at late night. If the black rows of guards didn't breathe frequently, I would have regarded them as robots.
His man walked ahead of me, stopped in front of a closed door to speak to me,
" Luca is waiting for you inside!"
I felt like a wind after entering into the room of the devil. The air smelt like whiskey and cigarettes. Although he didn't turn around to greet me, his powers were already turning me vulnerable. I spoke first before his voice could dominate me,
" How did you..get this?Why are you doing this..to me?"
My voice broke midway, hands gripping the piece of photographs that he sent me. I was born with such bad luck that I had no memories of my pregnancy.
His chair made a cracking noise as he rose up from his back, smoke coming from his sinful lips. He turned to face me, the predator look in his eyes made me squirm like a frightened kitten. Unlike the last time, the wicked gleam from his gaze was long gone. Instead it was replaced with something cold and bloodthirsty. He didn't smile at me like the last time. Guess, I was on his hatred list.
His thin lips parted, another air of smoke coming through it as he started speaking with a chuckle,
" I thought, you liked my gift since you don't have anything special like that but I must say that.."
He took a slow pause between his words dramatically, continued after running his eyes up to down on my down,
" I am impressed with your body even after you give birth to a child."
I sucked my bottom lips harder after he casually mentioned about the child. Those words promised to my father had returned in flash to refresh my memory.
'No one will ever know that I have a child already.'
' Ryan will be hidden from this world for forever.'
' please let me give birth, father.'
I kept standing numbly, unsure about how to get rid of this situation. On one hand, I didn't want Luca to disclose anything to the world. On the other hand, I didn't want to become his mistress. I worked hard to get back to my position. Surely, I wouldn't allow any man to jinx my reputation.
He stopped smoking, resisted his back against the desk to continue casually,
" I hate blackmails but people force me to do it like you, pretty girl."
I opened my mouth to let out some words but all got stuck when Azrael brought something up from his desk, pinching the corner of it,
" How old were you when you were pregnant?"
His question took all my self-courage away. My fists clenched aside, self-esteem encouraging to fight harder in this event. My mind chanted in chorus how should I not letting him control me. Hence, I used my immature acting skill to put a stunt here,
" I don't know.. what are you.. talking about.. This...this are all fake..."
He let out dark chuckle, brought his eyes back on me, seeing through my lies in a second. Only I wish that I knew this man well. Years back, I deceived those reporters with my white lies that the pregnancy report was all fake, making up a defaming story to convince their minds. I was succeeded but with this man, I had no idea what was I playing with.
Azrael replied, letting out a sigh like a joke on my words. His fingers tapped on the desk dramatically, asking me with an amused tone,
" Maybe...we should bring your son here to make the confirmation..or do you have any better idea,my pretty girl?"
The thought of Ryan was my most weakest spot. I assumed that he was merely trying to threat me. Ryan was safe out there with my friend and my father's guards. In no way, Azrael had tracked his location.
Forcing myself to act unaffected on face, I trotted on my heels to march forward to him. Our gap became less and he looked amused to see my bold approach. I spat through my gritted teeth,
" Listen to me, Azrael De Luca! I don't fucking care, you are a big investor or what the fucking hell it is. I am never...ever.. going to become your Mistress..If you want to expose this to public, go ahead and do it. I will keep claiming that those were photoshopped to frame me.. Then we will who will believe your words.."
I paused to take a sharp breath, his lips curling up in mockery. This made me even angrier than before. Inhaling another deep breath, I continued, making sure to keep my words firm and clear,
" If you keep bothering me again, I will go out and tell the public that you tried to rape me, Mr.Azrael.. Don't take me as a weak woman. You have money to control everything..well, I have too.."
I turned around to leave for the exit. I had literally no respect left for this man who wanted me to be his mistress like a sex slave. Just as I gripped the door knob, the air inside the room echoed with an unexpected gunshot like a horror nightmare.
|| 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
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||Another lie! Another attempt to strip me down from my position!Did these people think that I was so naive to believe in their lies?That girl was choking on her breath. She dared to lie, looking straight into my eyes. She deserved death but not before telling that who sent her for me. She coughed vigorously, stammered her words out shakily," I..I.. didn't..lie..."I groped her chin hard. She flinched in pain, eyes gathering tears in fear. I shouted at her face, asking for a damn answer," Tell me the fucking truth! You said that you had C-section? Where's the scar? Where's the scar, bitch?"Her eyes went wide, realizing that she had fucked up with her own plans of lying. She pressed her lips tightly without giving me any answer. Something dangerous gleamed from her eyes. I knew at that exact moment, she was someone from my rivals or else none of this fucking bastards had the powers to look into my eyes.Out of nowhere, she stretched her arms out to grab th
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||A new beginning...Or A new walk to destruction...I was here to seal the deal with the devil, to submit my soul so that he could turn me into ashes. Tears blurred the vision of his haunted house in front of me. It was 3 a.m at night already. Surprisingly, I didn't know how I arrived at this place without any fear.Inhaling another deep breath, I walked into the entrance numbly, my legs wobbling all the way into the house. Matteo was heading outside. A look of surprise flashed across his gaze when he saw me. He asked, nodding his head politely," Where did you go, Miss? I was going to look for you.. Luca..He seems angry over you sudden disappearing. "I didn't care about his thoughts. My father was in the hospital and nothing else mattered to me. Skipping his questions, I blurted out of my breath," I want to talk with Luca. Can you..can you.. take me to his room?"His eyes slightly widened at my request. After coming here, I never visited his bedroom. It was
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||" Do you touch yourself?", his voice grew the goosebumps over my skin. I felt like a caged animal, trying to find my way out. Although I kept my eyes shut tightly, I could feel his dominating presence. He was enjoying my obedient demeanor.I obliged his words, now lying on his bed. My legs were parted for his view. Swallowing hard, I could feel the intensity in his eyes." No..I.. never..did..", I sutured, licking my lips dry. All this dirty talk was turning me on. I hated to know that he could excite me." Then do it..I want to see you..", he spat like an order, giving me a long stare. My cheeks got hot within a moment. I had never done this before. Especially in his presence, it was too shameful to do it.I refused, shaking my head weakly," N..No..I... don't know.. how to..Ahh.."I cried out in surprise when he pulled my ankle down unexpectedly. His cold touch awakened the dirty desire inside me. He kept my ankles wide apart, gritted his words out huskily,
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||My defense got weak against him...He referred to Ryan when he talked about my little secret. Ryan was the only one secret in my life. He knew it very well. Perhaps, he had also known that I could use myself as a shield against a bullet for Ryan. So, he wanted me to know that he was on control of everything. My little body stiffened hard at the thought of seeing Ryan cry.I brought myself strong, replied after sucking a deep breath," Go..Got it..."His eyes narrowed with a gleam of victory once again. Releasing his arms from my waist, he replied in a deep voice," Good! Now, GET OUT!"__________He wanted me 'OUT' as soon as I acted being obedient. I could be a brat sometimes but when it comes to Ryan, I could do nothing. But the smug look on his eyes when he made me 'cum' was still lingering in my thoughts. How could someone can make me disgusted and craved at the same time?I kept squeezing my thighs together in front of the mirror table whenever images fr