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Azazel woke up to his phone’s continuous buzzing. He always attends his calls without missing, but this time, he didn’t want to, but the damn thing won’t stop buzzing. He turned around, lying on his back.Picking his phone, he answered, “Hello,” in his morning voice. He looked to the side, finding Athena not in bed. His brows furrowed, and he got irritated since he didn’t get to see her morning face.“Boss, I think you should come to your hospital right now,” Ethan’s panic-filled voice told Azazel something altering was about to come out of Ethan’s mouth.“Is something wrong?” Azazel bolted right up. Ethan said something from the other end. Azazel inhaled a deep nervous breath. “Are you sure?........... when?..........how did you?........ okay, I will be right there,” he was about to hang up.“Who else knows about this?” he inhaled a deep breath.“No one, boss. One of our men called me, and I am calling you,” Ethan stood before the hospital room, waiting for the next instruction.“Keep
Rustom stood on his balcony, feeling confused by everything going on. Did he ruin everything? But it wasn’t his fault alone, was it? His boss got sloppy over the years, letting his guard slip. Conceivably his boss had more confidence in himself than he admitted. Even though they made sure Damien didn’t know them, Rustom was still scared to admit it. In all these years of captivity, neither he nor his boss stepped before Damien and Iris. Perhaps they underestimated Damien and his thirst for freedom. Maybe they shouldn’t have forced Damien and Iris to have this child. If they had helped Iris deliver this baby and offered her the support she needed in time, her daughter might not have ended up deaf. Were those sins on him now? Damien never spoke a word all these years to anyone other than Iris. He and Iris kept to themselves. From what he heard from the guards, they incessantly tried to escape in the first two years of captivity, but later they gave up. Maybe this was him planning all t
The next day Athena was in Azazel’s mansion packing her stuff. She didn’t want to go back to Dubois’s mansion, but being with Azazel was wrong on so many levels. How could you be with your tormentor? The man assaulted her so many times. Giving in would be burning her self-respect and accepting his mistakes, and giving him another chance to carry that abuse. She cannot do that. As a woman, her heart does not agree with it. Arthur sat in the car, waiting for her to come back. She didn’t see Azazel after their interaction. He stormed off to God knows where. But, unknowing to her, someone in the ring was paying for her disobedience. She remembered how she came to that house, sad, scared, and beaten. She looked around once and sighed. The room saw her almost dying. That day changed her life for the better; she looked at the corner where she confronted Azazel about his wrongdoings. She then entered her bathroom to grab her skincare when her gaze shifted to that Tylenol bottle that al
A few days earlier… Athena walked into the kitchen to get some water and spotted the woman that was like another mother to her, “Miss. Claudia,” she jumped and hugged her from the back. Claudia smiled, turned around, and responded to Athena’s hug, “How are you, Thena?” Claudia smiled with affection. “Alive and kicking,” the girl hopped on the counter and grabbed an apple. Claudia pressed her lips into a thin line stopping herself from laughing. “I heard the good news,” Claudia resumed cutting vegetables, “and saw it too,” she chopped a piece of onion. “You and your mother are carbon copies of each other, and the bitch still hated you?” she scoffed. “Never seen the witch so happy,” she grabbed a stalk of celery and diced, throwing it in the pot of boiling water. Athena’s lack of reaction made Claudia speak her heart out, “You need to tell your mother the truth, Thena, how these vultures treated you,” the kind woman’s voice was full of distaste and hatred for her employers, if not
Athena stopped before Black Industries with August by her side, “Can I meet Mr. Black, please?” She asked the receptionist, who was busy doing something on her laptop. The red-haired assistant did not pay attention to Athena, royally ignoring her. She stood there for 5 minutes before knocking on the marble pane to attract the receptionist’s attention. “Excuse me?” she called again. This time, the redhead raised her head: "Have you an appointment?" She went back to her laptop, filling out everything that she was working on before. “No,” Athena answered automatically. "Then I fear you may not be able to see him," She seemed on the verge of calling security on Athena. “He knows me. Please tell him August is here to see him,” Athena pulled August close to her side as she was about to run away. The girl is energetic, just like she was as a kid. The redhead peered down at the counter and noticed August. Nodding her head, she called Azazel, “Sir, a woman and a child are here to see you,”
Azazel opened his drawer, took the file he recovered from her house, and undid it by unwinding a little thread in the front. He placed all the contents of the file on the table, spreading them evenly and examining them one by one. His eyes narrowed at the passports before him. Why did Damien have five different passports? All in his name, from several countries. This is not normal. Usually, people have multiple passports but with different aliases. His family also possesses various passports, but all under pseudonyms and other names. What is he hiding? And how does his doll tie into all of this? He sat there, blood pulsing and headache growing. But his pain isn’t significant now. Her life is. He picked up the certificates before him. Did Athena have another name? Or was it Iris? And who burned these? The possibilities of this situation are endless. Did Damien know someone was after him? Is it why he burned these? Why would he be careless and let someone abduct him if he knew? He cou
Athena hasn’t heard from Azazel since the last time he fucked her brains out. She had sent him several texts asking for a divorce, but all she got in response was kiss gifs and love emojis. Never in her life did she imagine that a man like Azazel would send her emojis, let alone love emojis. She didn’t think the man even knew how to send a regular text without so much as multiple threats in it.This irritated her so much. She wanted to call and give him an earful, but she didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence. She has been trying to persuade him relentlessly, but he didn’t respond to any of her texts after that. The day of the party had arrived. Athena had been feeling dizzy. The thought that she might be pregnant did not cross her mind, not even once. With everything going on, her health took the back burner for her. Sophie barged into her room without knocking on her door, “Thena,” she called her sister. Athena didn’t know what to respond to. She was not used to norm
Athena gave herself time to return from what she had just experienced. She just got assaulted in a room full of people. She had the urge to resist doing what he had asked her to do, but knowing him, he would let everyone know, and that would break people’s hearts. What has her life become? So, she decided to do what he asked and turned her heels away from the party. Picking her dress up, she walked up the stairs. As instructed, she reached the drawing room. Slowly opening the door, she put one foot inside and noticed a man standing by the window. The lights were turned off, and the window was open. The door closed as soon as she entered, shutting behind her with a thud. The man turned around and motioned for her to come close, and she stepped inside. He motioned her to come closer, and she did. “My good little girl,” the man’s voice reached Athena’s ears, and fear struck her as thunder. Her mind refused to act as she was too frozen to move. She knew that voice that haunted her dream