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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
Azazel put Athena in his car. He brushed the hair out of her forehead. Her head was lying on his chest. Her breath came in steady, slow paces, tickling his neck, showing that she was alive. He kissed her forehead and rested his head on top of hers. Her earlier outburst made him think. How she desperately tried to free herself hurt him. Her comparing him with that pedophilic bastard hurt him so much, like a whiplash on an already deep wound. He knew he wasn’t the right man; he was a bastard who carried vice in his blood, and he knew he sought to control more than anything. But comparing him with a low-life bastard broke his heart. Why it hurt so much was a mystery.He did the right thing. He won’t ever apologize for killing Rupert. The bastard deserved to die. The only thing he regretted was killing him quickly. He should’ve tortured him more, showing his sadism for as much thinking about his doll in the wrong way.“Do you want to set yourself free, Doll? Do you hate me that much?” he r
A man stood on his balcony, deep in his dark thoughts. He would’ve had the company of his burning cigarette to accompany his deep and sad thoughts, but he could not do that, as he was worried that his baby would be affected. He clutched the railing, dreading the silent night. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. He wondered how many people were in the same situation as he was.The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky, illuminating his beautiful skin and making him look like a silver wolf on a blood-mooned night. He looked up at the blanket of stars stretched to infinity and asked them if they would convince his lover to be with him, but the stars were distant watchers. They watch but never act. They see but never reveal. The silence of the night met with his ears, and there was no volume except for the occasional barking of faraway dogs that broke the silence of the night.After standing for a while, Azazel strolled back to his room, where she was s
“I want to stop at my dad’s,” Athena uttered, breaking the silence in the car. He shifted his gaze from his conscientious search for Rupert’s murder in the media. Azazel nodded, asking the driver to change direction. She brought some flowers to her dad, replacing the old ones with new ones. She glanced at her dad’s face. The man now had hollow and shrunken cheeks; his once prominent jawline looked blunt. Her eyes glistened with the lack of unspoken words. She remembered how she used to play with her dad’s smoothly-shaven jaw when they were watching TV. She missed all of it with him. “Hello, Dad,” she kissed her father’s forehead. She took his hands into hers, settling by his side, “I don’t know if you are counting days, but I am,” she had been praying, offering gifts to gods of different religions, asking them to wake her dad. “I don’t know if you are listening to me, Dad, but if you are, please come back. We all are waiting for your return,” she squeezed his fingers. They looked th
“Where are we?” Athena asked, getting out of the car. “This is my penthouse,” Nevin helped her to get down. “You don’t have to help me, Nev. I am pregnant, not ill,” she smiled, and he returned the smile. She was about to ask Nevin why she had never heard anything about this, but her phone stole her attention, “Hello, Mom,” she stuffed her phone between her shoulder and her ear, trying to undo her shoes. “Did you reach?” Iris asked, putting Blanche to bed. The woman collapsed after the funeral, they brought her home, and Iris has stayed with her ever since. “I have Mom,” she successfully removed those shoes and placed them on the stand. Getting up, she correctly set the phone to her ear. “Mom,” she called. “Yes, sweety,” Iris closed the door behind her and stepped out. “Do you hate me?” Athena asked, feeling ashamed that she had left her parents there. “Where is this coming from, Theia?” Iris couldn’t understand why Athena would even think that. “You just got back, and I left
“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