Golden light shimmered through the window, and the bright light woke up the entire city, yet two bodies didn’t seem to give in to the morning warmth. The man snuggled more into the woman’s warmth, loving the supple feeling her fresh skin gave him. The girl opened her eyes as if she were waking up after 100 years. She had been knocked out cold the previous night. She had no memory of what happened, but the pain in her ass told her otherwise. She winced, trying to move away, but a heavy weight held her in place. The wince woke up Azazel. He stirred, shielding his eyes from sunlight. The hard rays made him scrunch his brows. He looked to the side to see Athena looking foggy, “Good morning,” he wished her hovering on top. Athena’s body immediately went into fight or flight mode, and she frantically tried to move away, “Uh…” he stopped her by holding her in place, “Don’t move,” he hid his head in her neck, breathing there. His warm breath made her even more scared. Each time she had woke

Azazel was mad at everything going on; he usually maintains his calm façade, but he raised his voice at his sister for the first time in his life, which was not sitting well with him. Athena is the reason for it. Ending it is the only way he can get back his family. This tug-of-war between his family, himself, and his mind was eating his brain like a maggot eating a dead body. He has to put a period if he has to free his brain from this torture. His anger did not reduce even when he stopped at his apartment. He threw his car keys at his guard. Grabbing a gun, he stepped down, tucking it away in his waistband. This is it, and he cannot go back. He will kill her today and free everyone from this misery. He unlocked the main entrance and entered inside. The house was quiet, eerily so. He didn’t like it a bit. The dark atmosphere was hitting him like a sucker punch in the gut. His gut feeling told him something was off. He is not a person who ignores a gut feeling. He isn’t someone who be

“Boss,” Ethan walked into Azazel’s cabin, “the man gained consciousness,” Ethan pulled his phone out, showing the video to his boss. “What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go,” Azazel got in his car with Ethan in the driver’s seat. “Our men are there?” Azazel rested his elbow on the center console. He was nervous. Whatever he would make the man reveal will alter the course of his relationship with Athena. Somewhere in the sublime mind, he was sure that she hadn’t committed this crime that everyone blamed her off committing, but why did it feel good to punish her? Was he punishing her because she did something, or was it for his pure entertainment? He knows the answer but refused to let it known to his conscious mind. His thoughts halted when the car stopped at his warehouse. His guards opened the door for him. He stepped down, buttoning his suit jacket. He elegantly stepped into the shabby warehouse, his boots synchronizing the rhythm of the iron walls. The people in the warehouse wen

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

“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