Please let me know what you think of this chapter. Azazel finally believed Athena was innocent. Do you guys guess who might be behind all of this? A teeny-weeny guess? I would like to know your theories. What is David warning about?
Athena opened her eyes, meeting his green ones. There were no emotions in hers, while Azazel’s eyes held some emotion, was it anger, pain, or guilt? Did she see shame, or has she finally gone mad? She doesn’t know. But she pulled back, trying to get up. Her skirt got caught on the chair’s leg, and she stumbled back, taking Azazel down. The man was quick to shield her head with his hand. He flipped her mind air and landed on his back with Athena on top of him. In expecting pain, Athena closed her eyes but opened them a moment later as she didn’t find her back hitting the hard floor. Instead, she felt landing on something soft. Athena slowly opened her eyes to meet the green-eyed demon again, the demon in her night and day sky. He intently looked at her as if she was far from him, residing in Andromeda. Athena tried to get up from his body. More of his face would infect her brain, and she would lose her sanity. The day’s pounding was still ringing in her ears. He halted her movement,
Athena woke up the next day feeling sore all over, and her pussy felt as if she had taken a jackhammer inside it. What was this? How can he have that kind of strength? He spent her to exhaustion. This was the case every single time. She could not keep having this, she has to find a way. She looked to the side and found Azazel already looking at her, “good morning,” he wished her, and Athena felt disgusted. She kept mum. “We have a ball to attend today. I will send you a dress,” she began to feel anxious; she didn’t want to go to that ball. She knew her family would be there, though her heart was aching to meet Cleon. She didn’t want to meet her other family. Her guilt of sleeping with her sister’s fiancé was eating her inside out. They already hate her so much, and she doesn’t know what to do if this comes out. Her mother would be so disappointed in her, but what else could she do? She is just a victim of circumstances. She didn’t want to argue with him either. So, she just nodded. A
“What were you trying to do, Zae?” Tristan calmed his brother."He is working my last two available rational brain cells, Tris. One more word against her. I will not care if he is my dad,” he threw the broken glass on the floor, walking away. Poor Tristan had no clue how to take this situation. Whoever it was, is slowly fucking up his family. …………. “I didn’t think you would come,” the man spoke, and a strange feeling settled in her stomach. “I…” she was about to say something when the man turned around, knocking her breath out. “I am so sorry, Nevin,” Athena ran and hugged him, “I am so sorry,” she let the tears flow. “I begged to leave Nevin, I urged you, I prayed for you,” she didn’t pull back. “Why did you have to be so adamant, Nev?” She wasn’t blaming or accusing him for his situation. She was just stating the fact that if he had left her alone that day, Azazel wouldn’t have beaten Nevin so much. “I am sorry, Nev, please forgive me,” the girl began to wail louder. Not seeing
“Fuck,” he looked around for the culprit, but whomever it was must have left the spot already. “Athena,” he began tapping her cheeks, but her eyes slowly began to close. He was raging, his doll was shot right before him, and he couldn’t do jack squat about it. “Baby girl,” he tapped her cheeks again, but Athena’s eyes began to get droopy. She looked in pain, “don’t close those eyes, Athena. Please, look at me,” he anguishedly pleaded with her. Her hands moved to her stomach, and she clutched there and saw blood. “Athena, don’t look down, please, doll. Look at me. Look into my eyes,” he gently lifted her face up. He knew she didn’t like to look at the blood. “Tell me where it hurts, doll,” he begged her, but the girl did not answer. How could she? It was not everyday existence that she got shot. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, doll. I will save you,” he tried to pick her up, but he cannot move her. It would only increase the loss of blood. “I am free,” she spoke through her bated
A girl was walking in light green pastures dressed in all white, her dark hair playing with the green grass of the fields. With a smile plastered, she set forth to see something. Her eyes began searching like she knew he was going to be there. Her face lit up when she spotted a man standing in the distance. She knew who it was. He was standing by a swing and was holding the ropes as if he were waiting for someone’s presence. “Daddy,” the little girl ran to her father. “Theia,” Damien turned around and caught her in a hug when she jumped on him.“Where have you been, Daddy?” she placed two kisses on Damien’s eyes. “How is my little girl?” he asked, kissing Athena’s cheeks. “I am fine, Daddy.” Athena put her cheek on her father’s shoulder."Why did you leave me, Daddy? I am alone, and It’s been really, really sad here,” she pouted. Damien laughed.“I was here, Theia. All this time,” he made her sit on the swing and began pushing the swing forward. “Every time you looked up into the st
Azazel saw her sitting quietly and mum as if she was lost somewhere, peering into the wind. Maybe she liked this city, he thought. “Do you want to go to med school?” he asked with his gaze locked straight on the road, but she didn’t respond. How dare he ask her as if nothing happened, so again, the girl did not answer. Azazel knew she had a penchant for medical sciences. He had caught her reading some medical magazines he had delivered to his house. Hearing no answer from her, he decided to let it be. She just got shot, and it might not be easy to come out of it. Not everyone is like him, who is used to shots and scars. The more questions he asked, the more she didn’t answer him, making him furious. This ignorance of hers was pissing him off to Armageddon. He decided to let it be because more of this conversation would make him hurt her, which he didn’t want to do right now. They stopped at his apartment, and he offered her his hand, hoping to pull her up, but the woman passed by hi
Azazel sat next to Athena, waiting for her to wake up. He held her arms in his, stroking them gently. “I will let you go, Athena,” he spoke to her unconscious figure, “but I cannot lose you again. Your freedom will be granted once we get married,” he put his head on her stomach and rested there. “I cannot and will not lose you again,” he stated as if he was declaring war on himself and the people around him. His phone buzzed, "Hello Tris,” Azazel answered, changing his voice to sound normal and not sad. "I have to talk to you, Zae,” Tristan’s voice sounded worried. “What is it, Tris?” he got up and moved into a sitting position. He heard Tristan inhale a deep breath for a minute, “Dad is planning to vote you out of the board of directors from your IT firm,” Tristan bit his lip, knowing how much his brother loved power and the company he took over from his dad, building it from scratch, moving it to top. Tristan knows this very well. His brother is the most hardworking man he has
“Charles Black,” Azazel yelled, entering the Black mansion, “Charles fucking Black,” he repeated.“Where the fuck are you?” Azazel entered his old house, and the maids serving breakfast to their boss scurried away, looking at their angry master. Charles sat there smirking without giving his beloved son a reaction. “Welcome home, Son. At last, the bird returned to the nest, eh?” he sipped his apple juice.“You think you can beat me, Dad?” he grabbed the glass of apple juice his father was drinking and slammed it to the ground. “You dare bribe the board against me?” he put his face right in front of his dad’s. Charles gave an evil smile to Azazel.“If you think you can beat the master at his game, you are wrong, Azazel,” his dad crossed his legs, making himself comfortable in the breakfast chair. “You are playing a dangerous game, Dad. You won’t like when I beat you,” he slammed his fists on the grand French refectory antique dining table, making the contents bounce. Charles’ expressio