“Hello, Thena,” she heard a voice, and her heart soared with despair, sadness, and hope. She knew that voice all too well. In fact, she wanted that voice to call her name again and again. She didn’t need an introduction to who it was.“Toro?” she ran to her brother, hugging him tightly. The teenager stumbled back due to the force with which Athena hugged him but composed himself in a second and returned the hug, not wanting to let go either. Athena’s sadness dripped down her eyes like the river waiting to hit the dam after the first ice melted. The icicles in her heart melted one by one, flowing down. A strange feeling settled in her stomach, the feeling of sadness and hope. Sad that she and her brother couldn’t be together and they had to meet in secret. She didn’t know the reason why her brother wanted to see her. All she knew was that he was here for her. Will he blame her again? Perhaps, but she didn’t want to think about that. At this moment, she needed her only family, her brot
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
Azazel woke up to his phone ring, and he groaned, gently moving Athena out of his body. He plopped on his elbows and grabbed his phone. Sliding on the lock screen, he saw Ethan’s name.“Hello, Boss,” Ethan’s conservative voice greeted Azazel as soon as he put the phone on his ear.“What is it, Ethan?” Azazel’s voice was gruff and dry, “We admitted the guy from your house to the hospital. He had multiple stab wounds, and a lot of blood loss occurred. Currently, a blood transfusion is going on. He will be ready for inquiry in a day or two,” Ethan finished informing his Azazel, who was still in a daze. “Do we know who he is?” Azazel pulled Athena closer to him, but the girl did not move a muscle. She was sleeping like a log. Ethan inhaled a deep breath to break the information to his boss, “he is one of our security employees’ boss."Azazel’s brows creased, listening to his new piece of information, “my employee?” Azazel didn’t know whether to be pissed or confused, but it did make sen
“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 opened her eyes, meeting his green ones. There were no emotions in hers, while Azazel’s eyes held some emotion, was it anger, pain, or guilt? Did she see shame, or has she finally gone mad? She doesn’t know. But she pulled back, trying to get up. Her skirt got caught on the chair’s leg, and she stumbled back, taking Azazel down. The man was quick to shield her head with his hand. He flipped her mind air and landed on his back with Athena on top of him. In expecting pain, Athena closed her eyes but opened them a moment later as she didn’t find her back hitting the hard floor. Instead, she felt landing on something soft. Athena slowly opened her eyes to meet the green-eyed demon again, the demon in her night and day sky. He intently looked at her as if she was far from him, residing in Andromeda. Athena tried to get up from his body. More of his face would infect her brain, and she would lose her sanity. The day’s pounding was still ringing in her ears. He halted her movement,
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
“What were you trying to do, Zae?” Tristan calmed his brother."He is working my last two available rational brain cells, Tris. One more word against her. I will not care if he is my dad,” he threw the broken glass on the floor, walking away. Poor Tristan had no clue how to take this situation. Whoever it was, is slowly fucking up his family. …………. “I didn’t think you would come,” the man spoke, and a strange feeling settled in her stomach. “I…” she was about to say something when the man turned around, knocking her breath out. “I am so sorry, Nevin,” Athena ran and hugged him, “I am so sorry,” she let the tears flow. “I begged to leave Nevin, I urged you, I prayed for you,” she didn’t pull back. “Why did you have to be so adamant, Nev?” She wasn’t blaming or accusing him for his situation. She was just stating the fact that if he had left her alone that day, Azazel wouldn’t have beaten Nevin so much. “I am sorry, Nev, please forgive me,” the girl began to wail louder. Not seeing
“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
“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