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Bright sunlight shone through the cabin like a burnt brisque cake. The leaves around the house were bright-hued yellow, giving the place a countryside autumn vibe; anyone would agree; that the cabin builder had good taste. So beautiful and rustic. Two bodies were wrapped under a sheet, one body struggling to hold the weight of another body, and the other body peacefully asleep. After a tough struggle, the woman opened her tired eyes. Athena’s mind was foggy, and her head was spinning out of control. She felt as if the earth stood still, and she was turning on the earth’s axis. She looked around and slowly lowered her head to see Azazel asleep on her chest. She realized both were naked. She tried moving him away from her, but his gigantic figure didn’t move an inch. Instead, he hugged her more, snuggling further into her chest. She tried wiggling out of his hold again, but he wasn’t letting her go. She looked around to find that she was in another room. She was confused, weak, and sca
It was almost evening when she woke up, and the girl had no sense of time. Again, she seemed to have lost sense of many things these days. “You woke up,” the voice of the guy she hates the most broke her feelings.She said nothing other than covering herself. She realized he had made her sleep naked yet again. “If you want to be in my good graces, Rae, drop that attitude. When I ask you a question, you answer,” he said, sitting next to her and gripping her jaw. Again, Athena said nothing. God knows the girl is stubborn, “I am waiting,” he clutched her thighs in a tight grip, squeezing them.“Don’t make me fuck you, Rae,” he licked her ear lobe, which made her give up unwillingly."Yes,” she responded, not wanting to take another assault on her body. “Good girl, now eat up,” he pushed the plate toward her.His behavior confused Athena beyond measure, more confusing than trigonometry in the 10th grade, she was a great student, but trigonometry was something she could never decipher, jus
The following day, she woke up with a headache. She looked at her side to see Azazel asleep. He looked silent, almost like a human, almost harmless, but whom was she kidding? He was the most dangerous of them all. She doesn’t know what he did for work or his life purpose. All she knew was to stay away from him, but how was she supposed to? He was the one that kept dragging her everywhere he went. She clutched the bedspread on her chest, trying to make sense of her surroundings. In all that, she didn’t realize that she had been staring at him. She skimmed down her body. He had a well-built body so well that she wondered if God had taken the time to create him. Paint him when he is in an excellent mood. If she didn’t know the cruel nature beneath that deceptive hide, she would’ve fallen for this guy as he had no shortcomings. Everything about him was picture-perfect.She had seen him in interviews before, he carried himself with the grace of God, and he was very confident in what he di
Athena’s breath winded, Azazel looked like a demon, but the calmness didn’t fool her as she knew what he was capable of. She didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. In enormous strides, Azazel stood before Athena, and she stumbled back. He slammed her back to the wall, his rage unmatched, “I need an answer, Athena. Why did you do this to my mother?” he asked her, but the girl was taken aback. She couldn’t say anything. “How many times will he keep asking me this?” she is riddled with confusion. “It is because of you I keep getting insulted,” he held her hair in a tight grip, “You landed us in this mess.” His words made her frown. “Why?” he kept repeating it.“Us?” he must be joking if he thinks he is in a mess. It was her who was in a boatload of a hot mess, no it wasn’t a mess, it was a dumpster fire, her life is so fucked up. She could defend herself; she could tell Olivia pushed her into that room, and there was a man there, but didn’t she
Azazel reached the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Sophie. The girl was already waiting for him. As soon as Azazel stepped in, Sophie ran, hugging him. " How are you, baby?” she pulled back. “I missed you.” She touched his cheek, but Azazel pulled away. “I know, Soph,” he gave his classic Azazel smile, to which Sophie melted like garlic in the oven. “Let’s sit,” he grabbed a chair for her. “I am so sorry about Aunt Baby. We didn’t have time to talk since this happened,” Sophie calling Azazel baby was pissing him off to earth’s end, but he cannot break his act just yet. He needs to find out the truth. A waitress stepped toward their table, taking orders, “Tell me, Zae, why this sudden lunch?” she asked, putting the menu down and touching his hand. “I will tell you, Soph, but first, let’s just eat, Okay?” he pulled his hand back. “How is your Mom?” she brought Olivia’s topic up again, “What did you do to Athena?” she poured two drinks for himself and her. “I…” he stoppe
Azazel returned home late that night, and his guards bowed to him as soon as he stepped outside the car. He needed her because his head was in some places. He loved returning home these days since a particular object of his desires was residing there. He hated coming home to the States, as his bed was cold, and nights were lonely. Sure, he had been to clubs, fucked countless women to ease his ache of not being inside her slick walls, but not anymore. He could come home now, and she will be waiting for him. He knew Athena must be asleep; from what he understood, she was a go-to-bed early type of girl. He was always used to a quiet house. That is how he kept it back in the States, but now, he loved watching her sleep. He might be called a creep, but watching her brought him peace, a peace he would never have in waking life. After a long, exhausting day, her face was what provided him relief. He walked up to her room, he touched the knob to twist it, but it seemed like she locked it.
Azazel was in his office when Tristan walked in. He threw some papers on his brother’s desk. He raised his eyebrow in a question. “I told you we would find nothing from that text,” Tristan gloated, “Those were sent to a burner phone,” Tristan confirmed further. Azazel didn’t accept that he was wrong. Instead, he changed the topic, “How is Mom, Tris?"“Same condition, no improvement,” Tristan answered, settling in the seat before his brother. “Hmm,” Azazel sighed.“We have a meeting with the Germans in an hour,” Tristan answered, straightening his suit jacket. A playful smile adorned Azazel’s face, “Do we now?”Tristan rolled his eyes, “I know what you are thinking,” Tristan was displeased that his brother thought he was taking interest in the business. “I am only here because you need support Zae,” he got up, grabbing himself a coke. He opened it, gulping the contents down.“Really?” Azazel put his fist under his chin.“Dad asked me to do it,” Tristan’s words made Azazel look down
Athena’s blood froze at sight, she didn’t expect him to pull this stunt, and before she could say anything, she collapsed on the floor. She felt a cold liquid seep through her veins, she tried getting up, wanting to run away, but her body didn’t want to cooperate. It was as if she was being sent into an induced shock. Azazel put the gun back in his car. The dart stuck in her neck seemed to pump liquid in lower concentrations. Her eyes got heavy, and she was fighting hard against the diazepam flowing through her system, but the drug’s effects were stronger than her willpower. He immediately ran to her, “put the fire out, clear the debris,” he instructed his team, holding Athena in his arms. “You,” she tried to form words, “ha…. How dare…” she trailed off. “Shh, baby girl sleep,” his words made her lose her consciousness, and she fell limp in his arms. He carried her to his car in his arms. Azazel settled in the back seat, her head was on his chest, and his eyes were on her. He s
“Capo,” a strong man strode into the hospital room, his eyes glinting with concern.“Sir is in critical condition. We don’t know what to do,” Elijah, the head of security for the German mafia, informed him, his voice heavy with worry. “He was beaten black and blue, and the hole in his voice made it difficult for him to talk. The doctor says it might take him forever to speak again. Rustom is dead, and most of our men are gone. The responsibility lies with you.”The 13-year-old boy, Alex Knight, sat weeping in the room's corner, his shoulders shaking with grief. He may have been young, but he had a commanding presence and a ruthless stature that belied his age.“Who did this?” he gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.“The French, we know that much,” Elijah replied, folding his hands solemnly.Alex’s bloodshot eyes widened with fury, and his fists clenched tightly. “I swear I will get my vengeance, and when I do, they will beg for mercy.” Elijah nodded in agreement. “We’ll
Everyone was invited to their wedding except the Black parents, Sophie and Blanche. Athena was pacing nervously in her room when someone knocked on the door, and she answered, “Come in,” when Narcissa walked in.“Cissy,” she hugged the girl.“How are you, Theia?” Cissy couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Athena looked in her wedding dress.“I am good. Where were you? We were so worried about you,” she sat on the ottoman before her vanity.“I found myself and love, too,” she winked. Athena looked bewildered.“Love?” disbelief coated her tone.“Yes, I will introduce her to you once you are done with your wedding,” she kissed Athena’s cheek. She was about to leave when Athena stopped her.“I am sorry for causing you pain, Cissy. If only I had known……” but Cissy stopped her.“Don’t worry about it, Athena. I am happy for you and my brother, and my adorable nieces and nephews, I love you all equally, and honestly, I should apologize for not trusting you,” she pinned her veil on her head.
Athena and Azazel hadn’t talked about their relationship much. Their relationship was evolving, but into what she didn’t know. She was sure that Athena had feelings for him, but to what extent? She couldn’t figure it out. “Athena,” Azazel yelled, coming home. “In here,” she replied, washing the milk bottles and setting them on the warmer. “Get ready. We are going out,” he turned her to his side. “No, Zae. We need to…” he silenced her by placing his fingers on her lips and closing them. “Not another word. You haven’t gone out since we had our little ones. Let’s go out, besides we have a village to watch, and you already pumped your milk,” he noticed the bottles on the counter. Knowing that there was no excuse, Athena gave in. She entered her bedroom and noticed a dress on the bed. She put on the outfit and put on some light makeup. Hearing the sound of heels, he turned around, and his heart skipped its beat. She looked ethereal in that georgette dress, “I look fat,” she adjusted t
After many months of speculations about what happened to Azazel Black, the world finally realized that he was alive. Since he was alive and well, his company was soaring, the stocks reaching the skies. The company celebrated, and so did the underworld. But there was no news of Hans anywhere, not in the business world or the underworld. He permanently cut ties with Olivia and Charles. After Tristan explained what they did to Cissy, he didn’t have it in his heart to call him his parents, they reached out to him, but he cut them off. As much as it hurt him to do it, he did not want his father to do the same things he did to him and his brother to his children. He wanted his children to become compassionate like her. He officially canceled his wedding with Sophie. The girl was furious and tried to blackmail him into doing what she wanted, but Azazel was ahead of her. He threatened to kill her career if she tried to disturb Athena or her family. He was still in touch with Arthur as he was
“Do you think I should come back?” Azazel asked, sipping his whiskey. “You should,” Tristan knew Azazel and Athena loved each other, but there was something holding them up from being together, he had seen both suffer being away from each other, and God knows they were stubborn. “Although if you come back, I hope she kills you. I am tired of your ass,” Tristan was eager to see Azazel getting ass whopped by Athena. “Do you think she will be angry with me?” Azazel had a worried look on his face. “Oh, I am sure she would end you, and I am so rooting for it,” his brother needs that for following this stupid plan. “Love makes people do things, Azazel. I have never seen you pine for anyone like this. If this isn’t screaming that you love her, I don’t know what does. And as for Athena, I have seen her try and eat flowers instead of apples. She is completely off focus,” Tristan remembered the times Athena forgot to focus and did things the wrong way. The girl put cabbage in the washing ma
Days were OK for her, but she felt the most sadness at night. It was her childhood all over again. But she wasn’t alone this time. She had her family, but his absence affected her the most. God took her parents and gave him to her, and now he took him away and gave her parents. She sat there and let the tears flow. Athena didn’t move out of her room. She still used the old space Azazel and her shared. This comforted her, as his scent was everywhere, particularly in his clothes. She stepped into the closet and took one of his jackets, hugging it close. She stood there, inhaling his scent. Another tear dropped when she heard a knock on the door. Wiping her tears, “Come in,” she announced to the person. Her mother walked inside. Looking at Athena standing there with a shirt, Iris sighed. “Penny for your thoughts?” Iris turned her daughter to her side. She formed her lips into a thin line and shook her head. “I am your mother, Theia, come here,” she opened her arms, and Athena ran into
A few months later..... Orange and terracotta hues of canopy lit the maple trees, announcing that autumn had hit her stride. The evening glow cast an orange hue on the beautiful path. The trees are blooming, despite knowing that their days are numbered, knowing that they will fall and turn to dust. The gold and scarlet of the autumn days remind you that there is beauty if you look for it. A lonely woman was walking down the path to the cemetery, honey boots covering her feet, a knit scarf wound around her neck, pretty and matching the autumn vibe. She crunched on the fallen leaves, walking down the street feeling rough cracks through thin soles, the wind moving as if she weren’t there at all, as if it were a ghost whisper, nothing more, nothing less. The woman’s pregnant belly showed through her knit sweater dress. The houses are decorated with pumpkins and apples. A fresh smell of baked apple pies and cider whipped her nostrils. Despite the children and the adults enjoying the bea
They made him kneel with his hands behind his back. Hans grabbed his gun and pointed it at Azazel while eyeing Athena. He grabbed her and made her stand before him. Athena’s heart shattered. He got into this situation because of her. He doesn’t deserve to be here. “Don’t do this, please,” she begged the monsters. “Aww, I love to see my granddaughter cry. That is what I wanted all these years,” Hans winked. “Besides, once I kill this bastard, my Rustom will keep you company, that is after we take care of the thing in your stomach,” Hans tapped the gun on Athena’s stomach, and Azazel growled. A sinister smile twisted across Azazel's face as he addressed Hans with a bone-chilling intensity. His voice dripped with menace and a promise of impending doom. His eyes were red due to the blood he lost, clouding his vision, but he didn’t have to see everything. All he had to see was her. “Hans,” he spat blood onto the floor, “pray, you better pray with every ounce of your fucked up soul that
“I could squash you all like bugs right now, but I am offering you all choices. Let Athena go, and I will let you all go,” but Hans gave no reaction other than to signal with his eyes to bring forth the girl. As one of the men forcefully placed Athena in a wheelchair, her mouth was cruelly duct-taped shut. Azazel's heart clenched painfully at the sight. His beloved wife had endured a lifetime of suffering, and now she was subjected to even more torment at the hands of this despicable man. Despite her dire situation, Athena's gaze remained locked on Azazel. He bore a visible bump on his head and a bruise on his cheek, evidence of the recent altercation. Yet, he exuded a strength that perplexed Athena, leaving her unsure of what he would do next. Surrounded by enemies who had sought their demise throughout their lives, she found herself experiencing an unexpected sense of protection, as she always did in his presence. “I will get you out of here, Athena. I will not let anything happen