Five days ago
Who is he? At the flower shop, in the bookstore, the coffee shop, and even in my house I was receiving books. My favorite books. Someone was delivering them which were painted in red blood. I didn't know if it was real or not but the smell was strong.At first, I labeled it as a prank but days passed by and I kept receiving them now and then. Mrs. Rose smelled the book and said they might be coming from a spirit. I doubted that though.I didn't show any of them to Mia. She was worried about herself. I kept them under my bed. I was scared of the stack that was growing day by day. I felt like if I asked for help things just might go against me.The smell of blood became vivid and the stack grew. My gut feeling kept replaying those eyes I saw on the balcony. I kept thinking that he might be the one to do all this. Why? I have lived a quiet life and never messed with anyone. Why would this happen to me or what was the purpose of all this?"Why?" I whispered as the wind blew on my face. I was on top of a cliff. The stack of books was beside me. I decided to burn them today. All these days when I received the books I kept them on the stack and hid them without even checking what was inside.This morning I found the picture inside the book. Every second of myself since the party until last night. All of my pictures were inside. The bloody letters were numbers spelled backward that ordered me, again and again, to come to a specific address.I was horrified. And that's when I received Mia's pictures. Whoever was behind this was after her as well. It was infuriating. I will never let anyone harm her. Whatever they want, I'm ready to give.I burned the books. Keeping one for me I wiped my tears and threw my shoulders back. I am a woman. Whoever it is trying to mess with me, I will be dealing with it pretty well with them. I headed for the bus station.I don't even know where I am going. I have no weaknesses. I will kill or be killed. My past carved me into someone who can't fear people anymore.The bus stopped. I looked out. This was the last stop in front of a forest. Taking a deep breath in, I got down.The weather was right. The cloud rumbled above me.I walked towards the forest. I was hoping it's not a deep end where a serial killer lives. I do not have any weapons to fight a monster either.I snuggled in my coat. The chilly breeze was stinging my skin. I crunched on barn twigs. After walking for a while I reached a road. I looked around. This was in the middle of nowhere. Solidity surrounded the place but I smelled something.Sin. I smelled sin after a long time.I could not find anything so I turned my heels, intending to go back and that's when a breeze hit my side. I looked beside me.My eyes grew wide at the scene. I was in shock because beside me stood a mansion so tall and majestic that diamonds dropped from its sides. It was close to a palace. The numbers are written on the books.005 was etched on the golden plate boundary.After a few moments of wonder, with shaky and hidden feet I went inside. There were guards that I waited for to forbid me to enter. They spared me a glance and didn't question me or stop me.I was surprised but I suppose this is where I was supposed to come.One of them opened huge doors for me. Inside more wonders lay with extravagance. A huge corridor was in front of me.A middle-aged woman dressed in a maid's suit approached me. "Ms. Adler. You are to be on the second-floor balcony. Master is waiting."I was afraid to even question anyone or anything. It all felt like a fever dream. So I did as I was told. I felt the consequences of refusing because I could feel what might happen.Whoever this Master was, I suppose he was the one who was sending me those books. I wanted answers so I headed for them.As I reached the massive balcony the rain started. The balcony was covered by a glass roof above and I could see the raindrops.But something inside my heart clenched when I saw the figure of a man leaning on the balcony eying me. I wanted to run away when I saw his face. His gaze pierced his soul.He reminded me of something very horrible. I might not have any weaknesses but I do have my past. My childhood I wanted to run away from and this man reminded me of my past. His eyes did."Ayah," He whispered. Audible for me to hear."Come sit,"A bright light pierced my eyes as I squinted trying to take in my surroundings. I groaned and sat up while holding my head. My head was going to explode. I patted my side trying to reach for my glasses. The bed was so soft. Is it my bed? I looked around. Where in the world am I? The room wasn't mine. The dark interior of the walls and the massiveness were just too overwhelming. The chandelier on top of my head was protected by a glass on the ceiling which emitted a warm light on me. I let out a breath as the memory seeped into my mind. I needed to get out of here. I don't even know who he is. I removed the duvet and walked towards the door. It was locked. Fear started to erupt in my chest. I remember those moments when he kissed me. The drink in his mouth had something that came inside me. Lord, help me. What did I get myself into? A tear slipped from my eye. Should I bang on the door? No. It will most likely alert them. I have to make do through the window. I walked towards the
"Why would she run from her love?" The customer behind me complained about the TV show. I was making her latte with my back facing her.My hands were working fast. I needed to get home quickly. I did not feel like working today. As I handed her the drink, I immediately took off my apron and headed toward the staff room. I took a deep breath and fixed everything. The last customer left as the shop closed and I was on my way back. The night was so dark, darker than usual. No stars followed me and even the moon hid behind dark clouds. The only sound that I heard was the sound of my footsteps in the alleyway. My feet were still sore and the blisters from my shoe had reddened which made it difficult for me to walk. Nevertheless, I walked and walked. My legs were begging me to stop. If I stopped now I would never be able to run again. Because there was someone behind me and I knew who it was. Ever since I ran away from that mansion, from that bizarre man who kidnapped me and tried to mak
I signed the papers of the agreement. I did it while holding my breath and clutching my heart in my hand. I had felt helpless after so long. The freedom I felt after coming from the US was snatched from me by this man.He forced me. Blackmailed me. Showed pictures of my family to make me sign the contract. I didn't even know what to do or who to ask for help but I protested and defended as much as I could. He made me sign it and left me in the shop, alone, afraid, and helpless. I never felt this vulnerable in my entire life.He gave me two days to be ready and I didn't even know for what. Maybe he will make me move into his hellhole. What will I say to Mia? How will I contact my mother? What will I do with him? I didn't even know what he wanted from me. I wanted to run away from this. I feel trapped after so long. All this time, I had been jailed since my childhood. And now, this man came and forced me into a contract. I ruffled my hair and groaned. It was night time and Mia will b
His patience lay thin as he tapped his shoes on the marble floor of the luxurious office cubicle in which his secretary was narrating his schedule for tomorrow. Elio's head rested on his chair as he looked up at the ceiling. His attention was not on his secretary nor did he bother to listen to him. He merely stared up at the ceiling portraying her figure, her face, kindness, and fierceness. Her entirety was making him feel detrimental. As if he wanted to harm that creature in his clutches right now. The innocence she had and the way she put her fighting skills to use was making him lose his mind and he could not grasp the reality of how someone like her could exist. Such an angel, so pure yet so dangerous. "Why would she wear a scarf?" Elio asked, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. His secretary looked at him. "Because she is a Muslim, sir. Grey gave you this information before. She is quiet on the religious side." He said. Elio looked somewhat irritated getting the same piece of i
Chapter TenThe metal door of the dungeon made no sound as he came through. His shoe sound tapped on the rusty floor on top of which a petite figure lay almost unconscious. Her figure was curled up into a ball. Tears previously streamed down her face leaving marks on her cheeks. Elio knelt. His grey eyes looked deeply at the girl in front of him. The same girl who made him lose his mind a few days ago was right in front of him. In his grip.He won't lose her anymore nor will he let her go. He will keep her with him. In his hellhole. His thoughts gave him ecstasy. He brushed the hair strands away from her face. He married her by paper. She was his wife now. Someone who was not supposed to be revealed to the world.He did not know why he felt the need to hide her. He wanted to cage her and remove anyone in his path who dared to look at her. He smiled.Scooping her in his arms, he took her out of the dungeon. He had to keep her here. For him, she must learn how to behave. He took her t
The kitchen room was the only living place in the mansion of evil. Everything was dead by the ruthlessness of the monster. One thing that could not be destroyed was the heart of the mansion. The kitchen. The housemaids talking to each other was the only thing that kept them alive and somewhat… Happy. They were not content with life but at least whatever happened was tolerable for them as they had the company of each other. Alice, the eldest among them, was cutting onions while hearing the conversation of the youngsters. "She is so kind." One of them said, "And she is beautiful too. Gosh, her fate." The other one said. Zoya, one of them snickered. "Do you guys have eyes or not? How is she pretty? She doesn't even look like she is supposed to be here." The others shook their heads. Zoya was jealous of Ayah. She kept complaining to Alice about why she was there. Though Alice paid her no heed. The conversation halted for a moment as the sound of cars was heard roaring in the distanc
"Elio! Duck!" Alex shouted. His hands were still holding onto the gun. Elio, still taken aback by the gunshot looked at his friend. He ducked as he said but then another one of his guards was shot dead. He had brought Ayah to the Lighthouse but right after reaching the nursing home, several gunshots were heard as Alex came to the rescue. His eyes went to the shooter. He looked back and he saw many of them hiding in different spots. His eyes reddened. How dare anyone get into his territory? Just then, his thoughts reached Ayah. His head shot towards where she was. She was shocked as her eyes widened. As he was about to go to her, Alex jumped on him and made him crouch behind the car. Another gunshot was heard. Alex shot several bullets as Elio hissed. "What the heck is going on?" He grumbled. Alex looked at him. "I don't know. My secretary told me that shooters were stalking you so I came as fast as I could.""Who are they?" Elio groaned. Alex did not answer and just kept on shoot
Alex was shaking his legs, anxiety crept up in his veins. He was scared. Not much scared of his multinational company receiving backlash but is scared of his friend committing mass genocide. Elio looked calm and composed but his sadistic mind was making him the artist of remembering new ways of killing. Adrenaline rushed in him as he thought of all the possible ways he could destroy Milo. Milo was Ford's old-age enemy. He was a rival to Elio's company, FordMetal, where millions of the world's best-designed cars were made.Milo did not believe the rumors that said that Elio was unbeatable, invincible. There were not hundreds but rather thousands of murder attempts made on him but he escaped all of them without even dropping a sweat or blood. He was captured last night. Alex called a board meeting to solve the mystery of the one who attempted this but Elio walked inside and glanced at the bulletin board and in a second figured out who attempted this attack on him. He was indeed a mi
Chapter Seventy-Eight She wanted to run away. Anyhow. Ayah wanted to leave this world just the way she came here. Ever since she set foot onto the earth all she felt was pain, hopelessness, oppression, and numbness. At first, it was her family, then her classmates, and now her husband. She felt suffocated. Ayah’s dream was to be able to go and lay in a garden without a worry of the world but her sufferings chased her to this point. True happiness was foreign to her. Ayah sighed and removed the duvet off of her. Elio left after feeding her a plate of brown rice and chicken. She hated the fact that she was afraid of him so much now. She was always afraid of him but the change in his demeanour made her shiver. It was almost like black clouds were shadowing over him. She was helpless against him. Ayah took a deep breath. She wanted to live. He did not break her so much so that she would wish death. No. Instead, after years she did the right thing. She needed spiritual healing. So she
Chapter Seventy-Seven“Would you like something to eat?” Mrs. Rose asked Ayah, who was looking outside of the window with no expression on her face. Her face was getting paler day by day. This could not be ignored by Alice who was feeling heartbroken looking at that girl. Alice sat beside Ayah and stroked her dark hair with her hands gently. She did not know how to comfort the girl who heard the loss of her mother after years or a girl who was raped by her husband. Ayah’s painful screams were heard by every soul in the mansion churning their hearts. Elio’s ruthlessness could not be controlled by anyone. “Did she eat something?” Alice asked Mrs. Rose was standing at the door of the bedroom with a stoned expression on her face. Her lips were turning blue and her old wrinkles were more visible on her face now. Mrs. Rose shook her head. She felt an unbearable pain in her chest. Her plans failed. The plans that she created to separate Ayah from Elio failed miserably. This was something
Chapter Seventy-SixThe soldiers of Japan were a different breed. They were trained in the most inhumane way possible. So the people dreaded for their families to be a part of the military. But Grey’s father was a different breed. He was the general of the military and he knew the ways that could bend someone to perfection. He was trained so he trained. His disappointment of having a daughter was so immense that he mixed that feeling with his aggressiveness of the training of his daughter. Though his generations were known to be the protectors of the fords for centuries, he was different. Elio’s grandfather did not wish him to be a protector; rather he was sent to the military. So he felt like the first failure of the generation. He mixed those emotions to create Grey. The Girl from the Ashes. She had the blood of her father inside her. The consequence of being in a relationship with her was death. Her training started at the age of four. Inhumane and ruthless. So Grey grew a way
Chapter Seventy-FiveThe sun was hiding behind the clouds as the misty wind blew around the gardens. The water droplets on the flowers fell on the ground but no sound was heard. Nobody heard anything now because the storm last night was too loud. Everybody heard but no one said anything against it. It was a chaotic silence. Ayah was looking at the ceiling of the bedroom. Her breathing was even and calm, unlike last night. Her tears on the side of her face dried up. She felt like her whole body was numb. She looked beside her. Her husband who was sleeping peacefully on his back did not budge when she tried to get up. Ayah wiped her tears and tried to get up from the bed. She felt a tug on her waist. Before she could look back, Elio pulled her on the bed. She gasped. He hovered on top of her and buried his face inside her neck. She felt disgusted. But she did not have any strength inside her to push him off or resist him. He left small peppery kisses on her nape and neck then smiled.
Chapter Seventy-FourElio and Ayah both of them were looking at each other with the same level of resentment as the other. Both of their eyes reflected danger. Ever since they crossed paths with each other this was the first time that both of them were in the same level of emotion, resentment, and hatred. Their potential to be dangerous was just equal. The love between them faded away as soon as it happened. Those peaceful moments filled with sweetness and serenity that put out the fire inside his heart were crushed like pieces of glass. It was as if the bottle of poison woke the monsters inside him. Ayah was standing still and steel. Her eyes could not believe that once again she had been hit by a man who had been lying to her and abusing her existence. The first one was her father now it is her husband who stood there with equal vengeance in his eyes. Both of them wanted answers for each other but none of them started first. Mrs. Rose took in the tension between them. She gulped.
Two souls amidst the chaotic lies around them not being able to grasp the reality. They not being able to differentiate between foes or friends. Her heart was tangled in his clasp of redeemer vision whilst his mind could not digest the fact that she could ever hold venom in her chest. The darkness was wiping out but the radiation of light disappeared into eternity. Ayah and Elio can never go back now. The truth has been unveiled but none of them realized that it was not them but the ones who wanted to sever the bond between them. Their worldly life confused them to such an extent that nothing could match the pieces. Elio gripped the poison in his hand tightly, so tight as if his life depended on it. Mia and Neko watched him storm out of the apartment. Elio’s eyes were bright red and swollen but there were no signs of tears. Inei watched him go from behind and her nasty smirk sparked suspicions in Mia’s mind. Mia walked towards her and gripped her arm. “What the heck are you trying
Chapter Seventy-Two“Take a deep breath,” Mrs. Rose instructed Ayah, who was on the verge of hyperventilating. She closed her eyes to relax and calm herself down but was unable due to the sudden brush of betrayal in front of her eyes. What did she just witness? Her husband, Elio was being touched by another woman while he was closing his eyes enjoying the pleasure. What kind of a scene was it? She felt her heart ripped apart. Was it justifying? Did she not intend to kill her husband a few days ago? Did she not think of it? Then why is her heart ripping into pieces? She gripped her chest as tears streamed down her eyes. She could not breathe properly. Is this who he was all along? A cheater? All he said was a lie all along? Was he playing her all this time? "Calm down, darling." Mrs. Rose patted her back. Right when Elio was out of the door of his bedroom, Ayah came down the stairs and the only person who dragged her into the maid's quarters was Mrs. Rose. She locked the door and
Chapter Seventy-One“What in the world are you doing here?” Elio snaps at Inei who stands in front of his car with a smile that does not offer anything good. She puts her hair behind her shoulders. "Well, I am just celebrating my return as you won't." She said and opened the car door. She placed herself on the seat beside him which fueled Elio's anger to doom. "I don't want to deal with you now. Get out!" He growled but her unbothered expression told him enough. She is not an easy girl so he does what is best with her. Her stubborn attitude was put up by her father but he doubted it was the case for him. He closed his eyes tightly out of frustration. "I said, get out. NOW." His voice boomed in the garage. But she did not move a muscle and instead tilted her head and smiled at him again. "Take me where you are going." She said in a sing-song voice. Elio was surprised by her audacity. No one had the guts to mess with him, especially in such a situation where he was going to Ayah in
Chapter SeventyCarlo stood in front of Elio for further instructions as he looked at his Young Master in a bad state of mind. Elio was sweating profusely even though the weather was chilly due to the rain shower. He looked like a mess though a charming one. Elio was effortlessly beautiful. He didn't even try to look half as gorgeous as he was. God had forged him especially perhaps because his face was unmatchable. Elio did not look like anyone else; it was as if he inherited half of the beauty of mankind. Even in a state managed to look breathtaking. Carlo gazed at Elio with his mouth half-open. Men could not help but admire him. He had the magnificence, the money, the brain, and quite everything any man could dream of. “Should I prepare some cold bath for you?” Carlo asked. Elio gulped, his head was thrown back on the chair and his eyes were closed. The black shirt he wore was stuck to his body like a second skin and his visible forearms looked hotter as his veins popped out. St