“Mia?” Ayah squealed almost trying to hide the excitement and surprise at the fact that Mia was half hanging on her balcony looking just fine with that ridiculous smile of hers. She let out a panicked breath as she pulled Mia inside. When she pulled her, she immediately lost her balance and both of them fell on the hard floor. They tried to make no sound as their butt started the pain. Mia was trying to contain her laughter as Ayah looked at her side in pure disbelief. “Are you seriously laughing at this situation? We were about to die!”Mia held her hand on her mouth trying her best to control herself but failed as she fell into silent laughter. Ayah shook her head at the childishness of her friends who had no seriousness regarding any situation. She stood up as Mia forwarded her hand expecting help. When Ayah held her hand, she stood up to get up when she left her hand, making Mia fall back with a yelp. Mia brushed herself and stood up on her own this time. “I was about to fall.
The blood dripped from her hand and fell on the carpet beneath her. Alice looked down and sighed. She accidentally cut herself in the kitchen while working. She had a hunch—sort of a weird one. She realized that something terrible would happen whenever she cut or hurt herself. Right now, standing on the kitchen wall, she felt horrified. Mrs. Rose was standing right beside her while cutting onions. She did not see Alice’s hand otherwise she would have helped her. She was immersed in her thoughts.Alice left to bandage her hand. When she came back, she resumed her work. Mrs. Rose stopped cutting onions and looked at Alice. She stroked her chest with her hands and said, “I don’t feel good.” Alice looked at her. “Are you okay?”Mrs. Rose looked ahead. “No, I have got a feeling as if something terrible is going to happen.” She said. Alice turned her whole body towards her. She found someone with the same feeling as her. But she felt more anxious about it. If two people had mutual strang
Mrs. Rose and Alice were helpless against the tactics of Elio Ford who was considered a king in the business world. His need for power would surpass any other desire. He thrived for power but he achieved it. As if he had blinded the world with his charm. He was not being this way by himself, he was just born this way. His every move was attractive to the human eye. His bored stance, his busy and professional way of handling business, and even the way he breathed inspired the men of Japan. The woman would sacrifice their lifeline to get a glance at him. But nobody knew, what this man had under his facade. What he had been hiding. What his true self inflicted on others. By the torture of this world, he had been captivating an angel under his ruthless dominance. Ayah Adler, whose entire life had been of trauma and pain. That she swallowed and cried silently for. “Do you want to cook?” Mrs. Rose asked her as she was standing in the kitchen. She knew Ayah loved cooking. It made her r
The sound of the car roaring from a distance was heard by the main caretaker of the orphanage, Layla who was known as Oba-Chan for the kids. She went forward and saw many black SUV’s coming. She had been informed of the arrival of Ayah. She was told that Ayah was married and she will be visiting with her husband. Though she was very excited, she was also upset and anxious about the fact that Ayah never told her about any marriage. Ayah was a very loved child in the orphanage. When she came from the US, this orphanage was the only shelter for Ayah. Though the orphanage did not take any grown up’s, at that time, in Japan Ayah was a minor. There were still issues regarding her stay in the orphanage but she was helpless. So one day, Ayah took Oba-Chan to a quiet place and she showed her all her scars. Her entire body was tainted by her childhood. Oba-Chan could not but feel immense pity for the child for she took all her responsibilities and finalised her stay in the orphanage for a few
In front of Elio, not a kid was standing, but a man and the only man who was not scared of him. The intensity in his eyes was the same as in his Grey eyes. Grey against Grey. The kid was dangerously similar to him. The most significant similarity was that they were not afraid of pain. They thrived for it. Haru was innocent. He did not know what he was doing to the man in front of him. The way he was clenching Elio’s heart. The cold heart nobody was able to touch except for Ayah who could at least make him feel humane. His choke-hold was not tight. But it was enough to make a kid cry. Haru just stood there normally. As if he was used to it. Elio wanted to kill the kid. Elio, if he could, would have begged for the pain in his body because the pain he had suffered in his mind was making him want to kill himself.Elio left the hold on the kid. Haru came even closer to him. Elio wanted to shoot him dead. But he restrained himself. Haru kept coming closer to him until he was eye-to-eye w
All the air whooshed out of Ayah’s lungs. She looked ahead and saw her fate who held a cigarette in his hands and the smoke accentuated his face and figure. He looked every bit of the handsome devil she knew him as. His ruthlessness shows up on his face. She started shaking. Both of their eyes were bloodshot red. All he knew was, he had finally lost control. He lost every single ability to control himself. His demons were all in charge. They were about to do something horrendous that Ayah could depict. The bag fell away from her hands. Her freedom was snatched away before it could be given. She wanted to run but her legs were tied by his piercing gaze which made her feel like a statue. She was shaking. He came forward. As he was coming close to her, she prayed to Allah to kill her. She kept begging for forgiveness and mercy. She cried while looking up at the sky as she saw her doom approaching her. She knew what he could do right now. She started running from him as she was able t
What a mind he had! Elio Ford was a blaster of cruelty. He was barbaric in the strength of wealth. He was a mastermind who grew in evil and made evil constantly. Just so, he could put down his logic and justice, he fed his demons every moment of his life. From the time he started to the time he would end it. Perhaps, nobody knew if destiny would change.He swallowed the evil. It sometimes tasted like the sweetest honey, sweetening his insides to viciousness. At times, it tastes like a rug that had been used to clean up filth, which was the first time, that happened with Elio. He was a man of control but void of feelings. For the first time, he had felt fear. For a time, he felt guilt which was consuming him like a snake, strangling his heart, playing with it. The time, he realized Haru, the boy was his brother, it was quite a while and too late. Haru was abandoned by his father in front of Elio who was a teen. Though Elio was the son of Leo Ford by his marital wife, Haru was birthe
Zoya saw the eyes of Elio. He was much in need of Ayah. The desire he felt for her was the desire Zoya wished he had for him. Ever since she entered this mansion, her first glance at him was incompatible with anything close to pure bliss. She was in love with him at first sight. Though she had nowhere to go after Alice picked her up from an orphanage, Zoya’s pride was hurt knowing she had to work as a maid in that mansion. The time, she saw him, she almost fell to her knees. It was no doubt she was ready to be his maid forever. But when she saw Ayah enter this house, she wanted to burn down the world to ashes. She did not want her to be related to Elio in no way or form. She merely wished for the spot of an outsider for Ayah. But when she saw Elio having her as his wife, she was done. She was done with everything.Thousands of plan brew in her head, thinking about how she could get rid of Ayah, but it was too hard. She had already made a position in Eliio’s life and everybody could
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