Should Athena have told the truth about Olivia? Was hiding the right thing to do? What do you all think? Do let me know in the comments below.
Tristan was in Azazel’s office picking up his leftovers, “I am going to kill this son of a bitch,” he was cleaning up some files when the door opened, and someone stepped in. “Come back later, Ethan,” he threw some files and stuff they no longer needed when he heard a throat clear. He knew that sound. Heck, he loved that sound. He craned his neck up to see Kira standing at the door. “I am here for Azazel. I guess I will come back later,” she turned around to leave when Tristan wolfed to her and clutched her wrist wheeling her around. Kira, who wasn’t expecting it, gasped and stumbled on his chest. Tristan wrapped his arms around her and inhaled her bergamot and daisy scent, calming his racing heart down. It had been a hard few weeks for Tristan as well. Losing his brother, getting him back, and close to losing him again. It was messing with his sanity. “What are you doing? Let me go,” Kira struggled in his hold. “No,” he pushed her more into the door and clutched her arms tightly.
Athena had to convince Nevin that she intended to go back to her husband, not because she had to, but because she wanted to “Don’t disclose this to anyone, Doll. I don’t trust anyone with this matter,” Azazel has strictly informed her. He didn’t want people to sniff around and ruin his chances of finding the truth. They both drove to the hospital after picking her up, and Azazel planned for Damien to be shifted back to the mansion. He was filling out the paperwork when Athena received a call. “Mom,” Athena answered while grabbing a pen to sign at the end of the page. “Theia,” Iris sounded exasperated. Athena dropped her pen and moved her phone to the other ear. “Mom are you okay?” she imagined the worst. “Can you please come and get August and me?” She could hear Iris crying. Athena twisted her neck to the side and glanced at Azazel. “I will come and get you, Mom. Are you at Dubois mansion?” Iris said yes. Athena gave the paperwork back to the doctor. Azazel smirked, knowing wh
Athena walked out of the room, closing the door. Azazel stood there waiting for her, “Is she okay?” he asked, pulling her into a hug. “I think so,” she let him hug her. He wiped her tears with his rough thumb pads, “no more tears,” he strictly told her, and she obeyed. He was about to abuse her lips when August came running to them, “this place is so cool,” she was about to crash into Athena, but Azazel put his hand before Athena’s stomach and stopped the little girl from crashing into her. August craned her neck and peered at Azazel. “Is she okay?” She was offended that he stopped her from hugging her sister. “She is, but I will tell you a secret. There is a baby inside her,” he gestured, and the little girl dramatically gasped. Athena creased her brows, asking what was going on, and August hugged her sister without hurting the baby. She put her ear to her sister’s stomach and listened to the baby as if the baby would talk. “Is it a brother or sister?” She was curious to play wi
Athena woke up before Azazel did. The first thing she did was visit her dad. Damien started to appear thinner by the day. She laid down next to him. She grabbed a cloth and wiped his face and hands. She swapped the old flowers for the new ones and brushed his hair off his forehead. She smiled, thinking how she lost them and got them back. “You will be up soon, Dad. I know,” she talked to his unconscious form. She dressed in some warm clothes and entered the kitchen. Her mother was making some pancakes and avocado toast. August was busy watching her tablet and making weird faces. “What’s wrong?” Athena pulled a chair and sat next to her. Iris had already left the kitchen to see her husband. She caught a whiff of a familiar scent while she was talking to August. The little girl turned around and gave a smile to Azazel. He wished her and sat opposite Athena and served breakfast to himself and her. She saw August pout again, “How do babies happen, Theia?” Athena spat her milk while A
They sat in silence, Azazel lost in her face and her in the stars. “You should look at the stars,” she turned around to look at his face. “I am,” he didn’t even move his head from her face. “I meant the ones in the sky,” she wheeled her head back to the sky. “I prefer the one in my lap,” he pulled her closer. Even under the layers of clothes, she could feel the hardness poking her ass. She gulped, thinking of all the moments of their intimacy. Athena gazed at those cosmic beings. They had a pattern that seemed so fixed and yet ever-changing, distant lights that call to every being on the planet that there is a different world outside the one where she was living, ready to inspire dreams of other worlds. They both soon forgot the cold, and the stars streaked by every so often seemed to push time along for them. Her time moved while his stayed frozen. They just kept sitting there waiting for one more, and the universe granted them another shower. He brushed the hair covering her ne
Marble white snowflakes picked up speed as they fell on a snow-covered pod. The heat of the glass melted the snow as it kissed the glass. The Scots pine, Norway spruce, and birch blanket trees were dressed in snow. Somewhere in the Scandinavian mountains, the brown bears, elk, gray wolves, wolverines, and lynx all were roaming, some in search of food, some to escape being one. In one of the spread pods, high and up away from the rest, lay a man and woman under the heated blanket, both naked. The woman’s body bore red and blue marks from her neck to her breasts. An agitating red bruise rested on top of her right nipple as a spectator of the times that erect organ suffered in his warm, starving mouth. Her thighs had fingerprints, proof of his mad hunger for his woman. Athena was up before Azazel did. Despite being exhausted, she couldn’t sleep a wink. The meteor shower stopped, but the northern lights still were shining up. She turned to Azazel’s side. The man’s hands were on her st
Azazel and Athena landed in France earlier than anticipated, not knowing Cleon was waiting for them. The boy was ready to kill. He stood at the entrance waiting for them to show up. “You bastard,” he ran to Azazel, and before Athena could understand what was happening, Cleon had already landed a punch on Azazel’s face. The man’s head tilted to the side. The environment got tense. Athena gasped, clasping her mouth. The second Cleon’s punch landed on Azazel’s cheek, all the 50 guns in the room rose, pointing them in Cleon’s direction, but the mafia don instructed them to lower their weapons. “Leave,” he ordered his without turning his head from Cleon’s face, but the men were paid to risk their lives. They didn’t move an inch. “I won’t repeat,” he hollered while smirking at Cleon. They all bolted out in the next minute, not wanting to trigger their boss more. Cleon was raging mad. He was away for long for his matches in London, and he called his sister every day, but Athena did not fil
Azazel bolted through the door and ran to Iris, “Mrs. Lark,” he called the woman who was just about to retire to her room and sleep.“Yes,” she turned around and faced Azazel.“I think we should talk, and this is very important,” Azazel guided her to his study, and Iris followed.“Is everything okay, Son?” since they came back, Iris had been on pins and needles, fearing that they would come out of the shadows and abduct them again, forcing them back into the shadows, taking this family that she had built for herself. She might be the strongest from the outside, but the fear is alive, burning her from the inside, rendering her senses numb now and then, but she wore her best face to keep others from worrying about them.“I don’t know, Mrs. Lark, sit,” he motioned to her, and the woman did. Azazel took out the picture from his desk and pushed it toward Iris.“Do you recognize the people from that photo Mrs. Lark?” He pointed to Sam and Elias. Iris squinted a little, narrowing her eyes a
“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