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“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
Athena sat in her room, thinking about Azazel’s proposal. She didn’t expect it from him, and she always hoped he would let her go someday, considering everything that went down between them. But now, he seemed to want to bind her to him. Should she marry him? She told him she would think about it, but could she? She slept on it for two days but still couldn’t gather the courage to say yes. Will he let her go if she doesn’t catch feelings for him? He said he would, but can he trust him with that? His argument was convincing. She was sure he would make a good lawyer, as those negotiation skills were flawless. No wonder he became successful in his field. “Should she marry him?” this question had been nagging her for the past two days. After thinking for a while, she decided that there was only one way to solve this. The girl loved pro-con lists, so she grabbed a piece of paper and drew a black line on the page dividing it into two sections. She headlined “Pros and cons of marrying Azaz
Two days, two days had passed since she had agreed to marry him. Those two days were the happiest of his life, second to meeting her in Greece. His employees took the most happiness. He showered them with bonuses higher than the ones he had given them in the last three years. He was in his office browsing diamond rings. He would ensure she had the best one, perhaps better than the legendary Grace Kelly’s ring. Cost doesn’t matter because, according to him, all the gold in the world doesn’t compare to her. After searching for a while, he wasn’t satisfied. Not one ring could catch his attention. They all seemed bland and dull, nothing new or enticing because none accurately represented her. According to him, none were worthy of being on her fingers. The ring that would go on her finger must be unique and expensive. Very fitting and yet should be eye-catching. So, he decided to design one for her. He grabbed his apple pencil and began drawing what was in his mind. He wanted the colors
Athena opened her eyes, and the truth hit her like an avalanche that she was getting married. It is her wedding day today, fake or real. She is getting married. A heavy unfathomable feeling settled in the pit of her heart. She curled into a ball, refusing to get down from the bed. She clutched the comforter and began to think, what would have happened if her parents were alive? Would they choose the guy for her? or would they let her choose? Whatever it was, she was sure he would go with her decision and support her fully. She always thought she would have a love story like her parents, marry as they did for love and happiness, but it doesn’t seem like it. Reality is different; not everyone gets married for love. Some do it out of obligation, desperation, loneliness, business deals, and in her case, for benefits. She picked up her phone and wanted to call Cleon, but she was scared. The usual thing would be to tell him that she is getting married, but she can’t, and it is hurting her