" Why you are in such a hurry to move out? Are you afraid of something?" Zieve asked Fuoco, in a mocking tone.Fuoco heard his words and wanted to reply back immediately, but she knew once their conversation started, there was no turning back. She would not be able to escape him then. So, she focused and didn't even turned her head to look at him. She was clear that she had to move out of that room as quickly as possible because the way things are happening lately, Zieve might end up getting close to her again and then, would hurt himself again. She didn't wanted that to happen. She cared for him and if that meant she had to behave rudely with him, she was ready to do so.Zieve looked at the petite tall girl, who was struggling to open the door. Zieve could not understand why she was running away from him? Was she hiding something or was she afraid of him, now? Zieve then remembered the flash back of what happened between then in the meeting room. This turned the atmosphere awkward a
Fuoco wanted to make it clear that she had no interest in Zieve and that she wants to stay away from him. Staying close to Zieve would make her weak and might expose her real identity to him. There was definitely something between them and Fuoco has understood that Zieve also feels it. From the past incidents, it's evident that anything can happen between them if they are left alone. The difficulty that she faces in trying to control herself around him must be same in case of Zieve when she is around him. If things kept going like this, she was afraid that Zieve will still get attached to her irrespective of the fact that he knew whether she was Natalie or not. So, She wanted to go out of that room as soon as possible. Fuoco thought to herself," I don't want to act like this Zieve but you have left me with no option! If i cared for you and showed you my emotions, you will end up getting hurt in the end. I have already given you a lot of pain. I cannot afford to hurt you again. I am s
Fuoco tried her best to focus and recollect her thoughts but it was impossible to ignore his chiseled jawline and handsome face. Fuoco was sure if Zieve tried his hand in the entertainment industry, he would become famous without putting in much effort. He was so handsome that he could kill someone with a smile. Fuoco thought to herself," Oh Zie! Why are you adamant on making things tough for me? Why can't you act normal and just ignore me? Why you have to come this close. You cannot afford to come close to me. I will have to try my best to ignore him. I have to show him that his presence doesn't affect me and i am not going to help him at all. This will surely irk him and he would let me go."Fuoco didn't wanted to look into Zieve's eyes because then, she will be lost in them. So, she tried to look somewhere else. She focused her eyes on the wall painting hung on the wall behind Zieve. Zieve also noticed that Fuoco wasn't looking at him. She was not making eye contacts. He had told
Fuoco has dried her hairs and was not back to drying her clothes. She was so busy in her work that she didn't hear the bathroom open. Zieve came out of the bathroom and his eyes fell on Fuoco. She was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back towards the bathroom. She had a dryer in her hand and was drying her clothes using it. Zieve's eyes fell on the t-shirt she was wearing and then..... her beautiful, long, sexy yet naked legs. He immediately turned his face away from that direction as he didn't wanted to go back the bathroom to relax himself. He had experience enough orgasam for the day. He tip-toed silently towards his cupboard and took out a fresh trouser. Keeping an eye on Fuoco, he quickly wore it and removed the towel from his waist. Then he, begin to look for a shirt to pair with it. At this time, Fuoco who was drying her clothes, looked up in the mirror. She saw Zieve and a scream left her mouth. Zieve immediately turned towards her and saw that she was looking a
Fuoco quickly changed into her clothes and turned the dryer off. She kept the dryer back to the place from where she had picked it up earlier and put the used t-shirt in the laundry basket. She went and unlocked the bedroom door to open it. She entered Zieve's office that was next to his bedroom hoping that he must have left but to her disappointment he was still sitting there on his chair. Her face fell when she saw him working in his laptop with his left hand as his right hand was covered in bandage. She didn't wanted to begin from where they had ended, so, she decided to help him with whatever he wanted in order to be able to leave that place and go downstairs. She didn't wanted to be alone with him for too long. Once she made up her mind, she went and stood opposite to table where Zieve was sitting. She cleared her throat to get his attention but Zieve didn't budge. He didn't even spared a look at her. He was busy in working on his laptop. In reality, he was doing nothing. He was
Zieve's hands that were holding the sample of Fuoco's handwriting were shaking with excitement. He could not differentiate whether he was happy or sad. He was standing at an intersection and the results of here handwriting analysis were going to decide which path he would be taking. He was not afraid but he was making sure to control his feelings because if his heart developed hope, then, when the clouds of uncertainty will clear out, the results would definitely affect him. He would have to control himself from going crazy with happiness if the results would be positive and if turns out to be negative then he would have to prepare himself for that setback too. Zieve was ready for everything and if the handwriting analysis shows that the written sample matches with each other then, he would find the truth behind it. Zieve went and scanned that fresh piece of writing sample that Fuoco had given to him. He scanned it and put it in the software first, to check the results. His heartbea
Zieve was sitting in his office surrounded by a long list of unanswered questions. He was torn between his mind and heart. His heart was telling him to believe the evidence that he has accidentally came across and accept that Fuoco was Natalie Samrat. On the contrary, his head was telling him to think wisely and not walk into it as it could be a perfect trap made by his enemies. Someone was trying to take advantage of his feelings. Zieve looked at the result showing on the screen of his laptop one more time before closing it. He has no enthusiasm left to consult the handwriting expert and get the samples checked because he was sure their result would also be same like the analysis made by software. According to Zieve, Everything was going well until Fuoco came into their lives. They were an inch closer to capturing Shera but he slipped and escaped by tricking him. Now, when Shera is aware that he will come after him even if he would hide in hell, he must have made this plan of distrac
Fuoco was completely unaware about the development that took place under her nose.... something that was going to ruin all of her efforts to hide her identity from Zieve. Never in her dreams, she had expected Zieve to remember her handwriting. She has not yet understood the importance of Natalie Smarat in his life. She never paid attention to the fact that Zieve would cherish her so much and would have preserved every small memory of her, be it her letters, gifts, even her scribblings on rough piece of papers. Although, she had developed feelings for Zieve, she wasn't on the same page as him, yet. She was yet to reach the same stage of love as him and this made her fail in seeing through Zieve's scheme to obtain her handwriting. She didn't suspect him for once and this was going to expose her real identity in front of Zieve, that she was trying so hard to conceal from him. This recent handwriting analysis thing had jeopardized Zieve's mind, but, being the leader he was, he didn't let
Stephen was clearly harbouring ill intentions towards Fuoco and now, he was showing it without fear. She was his hostage, now. There was no need for him to pretend to be a decent guy in front of Fuoco to impress her. As his truth was already out in front of her, he knew he had nothing to loose. He had been dreaming of having her since the day he saw her for the first time but he had to keep his feelings hidden because of Zieve and Nick. He was on cloud nine after kidnapping them and sending them there because he was dreaming of persuing Fuoco without any disturbance from the two of them. That's why, he was very happy when she approached him in the morning and he didn't suspect any of her moves. Little did he knew that Fuoco was much more than he expected. She acted as if she was just a showpiece and didn't possessed real knowledge. She hid her fighting skills so well and made him believe that she was no threat to him that's why he was angry and taken aback, when he saw her fighting wi
Fuoco's eyes become red with anger and she was looking at Stephen as if she would swallow him. She was not going to tolerate his insolence. She was waiting for one wrong move by him and that would be enough to take things under her control. Until then, she had to bear everything and keep her anger under control. Her face had also turned red because of anger and Stephen chuckled looking at how angry she was. He moved a bit closer and begin to move his gun that he had pointed at her head to her face. The Muzzle of his gun was sending chills through her body from where it was touching her soft skin. He moved it from her forehead to her cheeks and then.... touched her lips with it. Her plum red lips were looking very inviting to him and he was looking at them like a hungry wolf. Lust was clearly visible in his eyes and he could be seen trying his best to control himself. He teased her lips with the muzzle of his gun and Fuoco clenched her fingers so hard that her nails begin to dig into h
Fuoco was ignoring Stephen's eyes but she could feel his eyes traveling her body, which was making her blood boil. She controlled her anger but Stephen was not going to stop there. He begin to come closer and Fuoco begin to step backward. But, after two steps she could not move further as there was a wall behind her. She stood at her place and begin to wait for Stephen's next move. Stephen stopped just a few inches away from her. She could even feel his breath on herself. She clenched her hands into fists in anger but Stephen was still pointing the gun on her head, so, she couldn't act rashly. Soon, Stephen raised his hand and begin to move it towards her face. Fuoco turned red with anger."What are you doing?" she growled as Stephen reached out to tuck a loose hair behind her ear. She was taken aback. She was wondering what was going on in his evil head. Inside that room which was next to where Fuoco and Stephen were standing, Zieve's patience was giving off. He was thinking of break
Stephen ignored her demeanour and the look she was giving him while crushing those gadgets. Fuoco's eyes were clearly filled with the intent to kill. Once, she was done Stephen told her to go back to her place and stand with her hands up behind her head. Fuoco did as was told and went back to her place. She begin to wait for his next instruction but it never came. Instead, he kept standing in front of her with a gun in his hand pointed towards her. Stephen smirked when he saw Fuoco obeying his instructions obediently. He was staring at her and his eyes kept traveling from her head to her body till her toe. Lust was clearly visible in his eyes and he looked divided as if he was not being able to decide what he should do. Fuoco could feel goosebumps as Stephen's eyes travelled and scanned every inch of her body. She could feel him scanning her but she didn't looked back at him. She ignored him as if his presence was nothing to her. She was just thinking about how to snatch the gun from
Stephen and Fuoco were standing facing each other. Fuoco could now see his face clearly and confirm that he was Stephen. He stood in front of her with a gun at her forehead at a distance of point zero. She stopped in her tracks and stood at her place motionless. Stephen smirked wickedly at her reaction and begin to come closer. He stopped when his gun touched her forehead. Fuoco could feel the cold metal and an electricity ran through her body. Her sixth sense told her that this man was not going to be an easy one to tackle. She had no fear of her own life but it was just not her but her friends were there too whose lives she couldn't put at risk, so, she decided to play along. Stephen commanded her to raise her hands in the air. Fuoco did as was told and showed him her hands to confirm him that there wasn't any weapon with her that she was hiding. Stephen asked her to take off her jacket and put it aside. Fuoco was taken aback by this command but she didn't had any option other than
"You hid yourself so well... didn't you?" said that man in a familiar voice. Fuoco stopped struggling for a moment and tried to look back at that man but he tightened his hold on her neck to stop her from turning back to look at him. Fuoco begin to struggle as soon as his grip on her neck tightened because she was feeling difficulty in breathing. She was even trying to speak something but was not being able to because of the choking. Fuoco was very much capable of freeing herself but she wanted to play along as it was not her life alone but her friends lives too were at stake. Although, that man loosened his grip a little as soon as he saw her struggle for breathing. Fuoco begin to cough vigorously as soon as the grip around her neck was loosened. After a while, when her breathing returned to normal she spoke," What do you think i hid about myself, Mr. Stephen?" After listening to Fuoco's words, a wicked smile appeared on Stephen's face. Fuoco had recognised him by his voice, despite
Fuoco was held by someone from behind and a gun was placed against her forehead. Her sixth sense was telling her that someone was behind her but when she had looked back at that time she found no one. She decided to go and check it later after tying that man she had knocked unconscious and that was where she made the biggest mistake she shouldn't have done. If she had left that work in the middle and had gone to look around to check if her doubt was correct or not, it would not have happened. Now, she stood there feeling helpless because her one wrong move would have put her live as well as the lives of her friends in danger. She decided to stay calm and wait for the right opportunity to attack this unknown person and free herself. The way she was grabbed from behind and the amount of force that was used to do so, Fuoco guessed that this person who was helding her was a man and he was a little taller than her. She begin to wait for that person to speak so that she could identify, who
As soon as Fuoco realised that there was a possibility of involvement of any of those three old groups that his uncle had mentioned and she had forgotten about them, she decided to use this man fighting with her as the source of information to reach those masters behind him. She had by far identified the fighting techniques he was using and she was trained to tackle as well as defeat such an opponent by her Uncle Shera. So, without wasting much time she dodged his attack and did an overhead flip to jump towards his backside. Now, she was facing his back and before he could turn towards her or anticipate her next move, she used both of her hands to attack him. She aimed towards the right side of his neck and with her one hand attacked it with lightening speed while used her another hand to attack one specific place on her lower back. She had attacked specific points of his body with a specific goal in mind- to make him loose his consciousness. Her attack was so swift that the man in bl
Fuoco had recognised the fighting style of that man in black. Both of them were giving a tough fight to each other and now, that man had begin to slow down because he had used a lot of his energy. He had therefore received minor injuries following Fuoco's attack on him that he couldn't dodge timely. He was feeling weaker while Fuoco on the other hand didn't looked tired at all and this was because of her regular training and healthy diet. She was trained to keep fighting for long hours, without getting tired, by using moves that saved a lot of her energy. Her training was monitored by both her father and Uncle Shera since she begin training as a child. Luckily, despite being in coma for seven long years her body hadn't forgotten any of the training she received in her childhood before that uneventful night. As a result, she was able to make a come back in such a short span of time. Fuoco didn't seemed even a bit of flustered and was looking cool as if it was a game of children for he