Ayah was brought to the office. She was not that capable of walking straight or without lumping backgrounds. Carlo, Elio's assistant, tried not to touch her to make sure she did not fall. He knew his boss would have his head if he did. Ayah was seated on the couch, slightly further away from Elio. He was on the balcony, his back facing her. Carlo took permission as he left. Ayah tried to feel strong as she felt his presence but her weakness was immense. She had not eaten anything for 2 days. The fear of the darkness enabled her to fall asleep as her eyes were sleepy. She was drowsing a little but her body was alert, on guard. Elio came outside and was met by her almost asleep on his couch. He came and knelt in front of her. He smiled. "How can everyone fall for your innocence so fast?" He brushed her hair away from her face and looked at that angelic face of hers. What a beauty. So much beauty that it hurts to look at her. What has she become now? Though this was something that
Chapter FifteenThe scarf of Ayah blew in the air as the car speeded towards its location. Elio was looking at the road in front of him. His mind was placed on the girl beside him who did not cast him a single glance through the car ride. She was ignoring him. After she woke up, she was to be rested but this man insisted that she get ready. Alice, feeling pity for her still dressed Ayah up. She did not object to that. She was sick of his ways. She felt like a mere puppet in front of him. He was doing whatever he willed for days. She did not even say a word to him nor did she protest. This time, whatever he was doing was going to affect her, she could feel it but if it did, she would make sure to make him suffer as well. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She was looking outside the window, ignoring his presence as if he didn't even exist. "Do you know where we're going?" He asked, trying to shift the air of tension. She looked away, throwing him off. He did not like t
"She has not stopped crying. What can I do?" The young woman, Lisa said out of frustration while rubbing her temples. She has been walking in circles around the room as Ayah watches her. She was sitting on a couch. The other elderly people were looking worried as well. Their eyes were sad and pulled downwards. When Ayah came out of the room as Elio insisted on wanting to spend time with his mother, she felt kind of weird. Perhaps it was because that woman there was just scared of her son. She did not have a good feeling about this. She cried and cried. As the young woman went inside to check what was wrong, she was sent back by Elio. The others were worried because that woman or Elio's mother, Hilary did not cry much. Forget crying she did not even show any signs of emotions. She just ate and stared out of the window. Ayah needed to know what was wrong. If she was his mother, why would she be scared of him? Why would she cry? She was even talking about a monster of some sort. Mo
Chapter SeventeenZoya opened the door. Ayah tightly shut her eyes. She was scared of what will happen or what kind of rage will break down at her. Elio made it clear what she can or cannot do. Having these two troublemakers here, was not it? When the cupboard was opened, Zoya's eyes widened as she backed off. She looked horrified and surprised. Ayah let out a breath of frustration and panic. She now knows what will be done with her. Zoya, at once, ran outside screaming. Ayah's eyes followed her. She was also surprised. What did she see? Were not those two inside? She quickly padded to the cupboard to find a snake hanging there. She also screamed and backed away only to realize it was fake. She looked down to find Neko and Mia smiling at her mischievously. She gritted her teeth and held Neko by his ears. "You white Rat. What did you do?" Mia followed them. "I-It was my idea." Ayah looked at her. "Really? Now she is going to come and cause havoc." Neko hissed. "Hey, hey. Isn't
Italy. The country where Ayah's dream lay. Her heart used to strive to reach the beauty of Italy every second after she saw the miseries of her own life. She loved Italy. Not only for its beauty but also because of the beautiful people who were so loving. She once heard that when Mia visited Italy, she was scared of getting lost only to be guided every second by the natives. She always heard of them but never got a chance to visit nor could she afford that luxury. She was barely covering her expenses. She thought maybe one day, she will do something big. That will lead her to her dream destination.She did do something big. It was just that this incident led her into the hands of a man who constantly tortured her, who was now taking her to that dream destination. Ayah was gazing at Alice and the other maids who were packing her stuff. They were busy with their work and she only gazed at them. She felt nothing and she looked forward to nothing.She only hoped that he would not hurt
Mr. Rose was holding the spatula in one hand as her eyes widened due to shock. Ayah was standing in front of her who looked just as surprised. Her hair covered half of her face as she moved them and looked down after Grey shook her. “Are you okay?” Grey asked as Ayah nodded. She still could not remove her eyes from the woman standing in front of her. Her whole body was shaking. As Grey finished picking up the pieces of the glass and went to throw them, Ayah looked at Mrs. Rose. “What are you doing here?” She asked. Mrs. Rose looked down as if ashamed of her presence in front of her. She did not know how to answer her. After a few moments, Ayah could not stand the silence. Though she had no reason of being angry, she was still quite upset. What was Mrs. Rose doing in Italy? What happened while Ayah was gone? Why was she here and also at Elio’s mansion?Ayah held her hand and turned off the stove. She walked to the guest room and closed the door, telling Grey to stay back. Though Gr
The house was shimmering like a diamond as if seeing it from afar. Ayah saw the magnificent and massive house which almost looked like a mansion. She was not that impressed nor that she wanted to, knowing that to him it might just be nothing. The man beside her was driving in a calm manner, glancing at her now and then through the mirror. Ayah did not want to admit it but he looked devilishly handsome in that suit. It was an effortless and irresistible kind of beauty. She looked outside of the window not wanting to give him much attention. She saw that there were at least five SUVs behind them. As if he was a president or something, the road was empty. Elio noticed her looking at the empty road and took his chance. “It’s a rare sight.” He said. She looked at him. “What?”“My presence in the media.” He said while putting his other hand on her seat and looking back retrieving the car back. She scoffed inaudible for him to hear. “As if I care.”He smirked. After they arrived at the
A bullet shot through the direction from where the old drunk man was holding a rifle. His white mustache was covered in wine and his eyes screamed fury. Without thinking much and being upset about the fact that the stock he bought had the lowest price because the one standing in front of him, made him go crazy. The guards of Elio wore bulletproof vests so they were about to take the shot for Ayah. Before they could, Elio stood in front and a bullet was shot in his back. Everyone screamed in the area. Elio’s eyes locked with Ayah for a brief moment. The thing he saw in her was fear but no pity. As if her prisoner died, she would be free forever. But when she would, she would not regret his death or grief at all. But Ayah’s heart moved when she saw blood on him. Elio fell on her as Ayah held him. Protecting his head with her hand, she also fell back. The commotion later turned into chaos. Elio’s bodyguards moved everyone out of the way and picking him up they carried him to the car.