Blaze's POV
My possessive and dark mood turned on even after I tried so hard not to. I know I want to control, but at the same time, I decided to let go of the leash at my will.
I want her, her body, heart, soul — her everything. I just want her back.
Even though I know she will hate me, I want to take this path I chose. The longing I had for these five years; I couldn't describe my desire in words. Every nerve in my body felt tired because she was far away from me.
I wanted to give her time to agree with her will, but her eyes were too determined to take a step toward me and forgive me. That's why she forced me to take such an action. I never thought I would blackmail her with her family.
But I knew that other than this, I didn't have any other choice. After that I felt I should stop. Otherwise, her mind might blast in anger. I let go of her mouth and looked at her teary eyes. I felt terrible seeing her tears, but I held myself ba
Blaze’s POV I took a few steps towards them. They were still sitting but it looked like they were glued to their seats. And the moment they would stand up, their throats would be in my hands. They dared to plot against me just because they couldn’t control me anymore. They were looking at each other like they were committing murders with their looks. I only admit these two are quite a legend when they want to trap someone, but not me. I'm not the person they mess with. “What? Don’t have any answers?" I asked, stepping towards them. My father’s face already turned pale like mud, and another one was pretending. “Blaze why are you here?" My father’s expression changed. He should be an actor rather than a mafia leader because, in acting, no one could fail him. “What do you mean why?" I asked, the supercilious smile plastered on my face, and they knew what was going to happen when I smiled like this. That's one of my specialti
Anna’s POV After Blaze left, I came back to the room he called my room. I locked myself inside this room. I wanted to be alone at that moment. Currently I was sitting on the carpet, pulling my knees up to my chest, thinking about what he said. I finally lost my cool, but suddenly I turned calm, too calm and unusual like me. I didn’t know if I should pity my fate or laugh at my fucked-up luck — long-lost love came back but turned my life into a nightmare. I wanted to marry a man to save my father, which was a complete plan. I planned how to kill myself on the wedding night before my marriage but got kidnapped by my ex-lover and tried to run away, but he caged me in an ocean. Nowhere to run now. And finally, he blackmailed me into marrying him. I didn’t know how an average person would react in this situation, but my mind completely lost sense. I was a loud and nosy person, but suddenly I felt my brain frozen like December’s snow.
Blaze's POV Just as I moved the blanket from her face, she pushed the blanket away from her body. "Huh, seriously? She never listens to me — not even in her sleep," I murmured and covered her with the blanket once again. I knew she would do it again. So I lifted the blanket and got inside, trying not to wake her up. Because I knew if she woke up, sleeping with her would become an impossible thing. As I got inside the blanket, I hugged Anna carefully. I snaked my left hand around her waist. I smelled her sweet fragrance — the old feeling once again coming back. My eyes filled with tears. I wished to hug her tightly but feared she might wake up. Just then, she shifted closer to me, her face close to mine now. My heart started beating so loudly that other than my heartbeat, I couldn't hear anything else. Her mouth fell slightly open because of the hot feeling earlier when she was sweating. However, it still left some sweat on her
Blaze's POV The sudden changes in Anna not only made me happy but also frightened me because I knew she was showing her emotions. But as soon as she remembered these painful five years, she would hate me for doing this to her. My Anna was always a sturdy girl. If everything goes according to her desire, she will stay calm, but sometimes the opposite can also happen. But seeing her catch me tightly as if I was going to vanish if she loosened her hold on me — it ached me. It reminded me of how badly I hurt her that she felt so insecure. My body was feeling every part of her as if she melted just for me. The wild desire kicked me once again, but I didn't want to force her. So, I changed the position, and now she was on top of me. I covered us with the blanket tightly. She was silently crying as her tears soaked my t-shirt. I wanted to call also at that moment, but I didn't want her to bore my pain again. She already had enough on her plate.
Anna's POV I was so pissed off right now. One after another, shocks were coming to me. I didn’t know what I should do or what reaction should come out from me. A man whom I loved and waited for five years suddenly said that he always loved me and silently protected me. He was now saying my mother was also involved. My mother, who still consoled me when I was at the last line of sense, supported him — this was too much to digest. Should I be happy, or should I be angry with both of them? I didn't know what I should do. Blaze looked at me like he was trying to read my mind and see what I was thinking, but it was something I never expected from him. "So, what do you want from me?” I asked with a little anger and irritation. I felt frustrated right now. My heart suddenly leapt every step and pulled me towards him. But my hidden pain was telling me, Anna, get a grip on yourself. You shouldn't jump on this fire, otherwise, you will bur
Anna's POV "Why and how dare of me? Blaze, do you even realize what you are talking about? e I was crazy for you, I was in love with you, yet you left me. That's why do you need any more reason?" I asked him. How dare he point his finger at me? I killed him. Yeah, I did because he killed my first soul. Suddenly his grip loosened from my neck, and he stepped back. He turned back and went inside the bathroom. He left me alone. I felt a burning sensation on my neck. That bastard almost broke my neck, but something else broke inside me — my firm willpower. Now when he screamed at me, I saw the pain in his eyes. He was dying from pain. He was in pain like me. I knew the pain in his eyes, but I thought Blaze didn't love me. So why did he suffer hearing I almost died? I went to bed and laid down, covering myself with a blanket. I heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom. I wanted to check, but then I listened to the clicking sound of
Blaze’s POV "Hey, my time bomb, stop right here. I know it all, but tell me first why I didn't hear the news that you kidnapped someone? Also, that person being Dylan's bride?" Mac once again took that bastard’s name. My blood was boiling like in anger, yet he spoke without thinking about what I would do to him. "Who said my Anna was his bride? Just tell me, which bastard said this?” My voice was going higher, but my anger level had already touched the sky. "What did you say? Your Anna?” Mac almost screamed like a crazy person. "Do you have a hearing problem? Yeah, Anna, my Anna," I said with pride. I felt proud of myself that Anna Swan was the love of my life. But Mac suddenly turned silent. "Are you dead or on the way to hell already?” I asked him to get a response. "Blaze, are you saying that Anna Swan is the Anna Swan I know, right?” He almost made me deaf with his loud voice. "Bastard, don't let me catch yo
Blaze's POV "Are you sure?" I asked her once again when I didn’t hear any response. "Yeah, she can. Because she loves every inch of you, so don't keep hiding. She is someone who can read your eyes, and we know better than anyone," she said, and I could feel her smiling suddenly. "What do you mean?” It confused me. I never told her something like this. "She always knew about you being in her bedroom every night as a night owl. Also, beating those boys till death who even looked at Anna." Boom. A bomb blew my mind and my guts — feeling without my overconfidence. Anna always knew I came to her every night when we were dating. How? I thought no one knew about this. Am I so bad at hiding something, or am I only like this in front of her? It might be, she knew, yet she mentioned nothing to me — what did she think about me? Instead, she saw me as a monster. I had a devil's blood in me, and I never liked myself for these