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She had a gun, and he had a breathe.His body lied on the ground, smeared with the dust wetted by his sweat. In the state that she had put him into, he looked far from living up to the promise of finding her again.He wouldn'tShe told herself.She had received vague orders. Killing him had political consequences far dangerous than his life. If he was to die from her hands, the whole system would be dug from the underground, destroying her organization before finishing her too. And so instead of ending both of their lives, they decided to end no one's.She hid the fact that this diplomatic arrangement was merely an excuse for her to let him live, that without its existence too she'd have spared his life, probably because he had showed a glimpse of human-ness at some point, a sign that he wasn't all monster and murderer, that whatever he was for the world, he wasn't towards her. Her sixteen year old self was more composed than she was now, and she blamed the man, the bane of her life,
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Frantino mansion hadn't changed. It still dwelled far from the city, cherishing it's gothic privacy to remain protected from wandering gazes. As the car drove in the gates, Tara's heartbeats were touching the sky. She couldn't believe this was happening all over again. The last time she had come in the very premises she was welcomed, probably not heartily, but she was, fakely or not Italians had plastered a smile on their faces for their donna. If they were to bear her unwelcome intrusion today, she was sure to receive only hostility, hatred in all its nakedness. As much as she didn't want to care about them, somewhere deep, she was unimaginably scared of their reaction.She threw a wary glance towards him as he sat next to her, looking outside the window, Ina carelessly spread all over him as he supported her back, protecting her sleep from the bumpy ride. The scene was unnerving, she hated her daughter's speedily transforming demeanor towards him. Not only did it complicate her daug
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Donavan tugged Ina in bed, pulling the covers over her little frame to keep her warm. Tara didn't say a word, quietly following, realising that the room she followed don into was a kid's bedroom, almost extensively designed for one. The walls were pink, teddy bears were scattered, and charts of alphabets hung all over the walls. Evidently the bed was small, made only for Inaya. It made her worry whether he planned on keeping Tara in another room far away but as he pointed to the room immediately next to Ina's she sighed, momentarily relaxed.Donavan felt oddly at unease as she kept unusually quiet, not offering him even a glace as she turned the door of her room open and before he could come in thud closed on his face, locking it from inside. The breeze of air hit his face at her action, making him tighten his jaw, but for the time being he took a sharp breath, calming his senses before leaving through hallway, already imagining the piling files waiting at his desk.Tara didn't waste
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Everyday was the same. She would wake up, shower, check on Ina, make food, stay away from Don, read, sleep, repeat. Tara felt as if years had passed by in a month, locked in the practiced schedule like a robot. She would have grown crazy in the hellhole if she was alone, but she wasn't. And as much as Tara severely suffered to an extent of insanity, Inaya hadn't ever been this happy her entire tiny life. Ina had never been this pampered before. Someone would always sit by her side, tending to her needs, seeing if she ate well. She was a princess in the palace. Her king of a father would never let her wish meet the ground. Regardless how incessantly her mother would portray dislike towards papa's lovable coddling, he'd never pay a heed. Donavan continued to rule Ina's heart with chocolates and food and toys. He wouldn't be able stay with her all day, but whenever he could press his schedule in, he would find himself outside her door, for five minutes or not, he would show how much sh
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Dreams were strange think of. They furtively dash through the dark hallways of your mind, gathering information that you wouldn't share with your closest friends only use it against you, to hurt you when you think you cannot be, in slumber. Sometimes you catch their lies, their raw nature of fantasy, and despite the choice of waking up, you sleep, crafting the story, designing the setting, consciously adding emotions you could never experience in real life. This time it was her home back in India where he had first made an unwelcome intrusion, keeping her on the edge of window before ruining her holiness. In her dreams he would still be the villain, twisted and arrogant, he'd bend her down to his wishes, whispering dirty things in her ear. And unlike she held onto her personality in real life, in fantasy she'd let a sly smile at his actions, pleased by his cocky masculinity, finding a strange pleasure in his diabolical ways. He kissed her, her head pressed into the cushion at his f
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She hauled back into the headboard, clutching the covers more tightly to her chest, forcing air in her lungs as she felt her throat tightening around itself. He looked stoic, his walls impeccably concealing his emotions but she was caught off guard when she sniffed the anger out of air. And when she cared to look more keenly, the twitch in his jaw only confirmed it. His rage, like always, was unexplainable. And just like several times before, probably someone else had evoked it. It didn't matter nevertheless. It only took her existence around to make her the victim. She was sure even if she all but slightly breathed in his presence, he'd still direct his frustration towards her.He wanted to pin the woman down and ask her what she wanted. The more vividly he tried to understand her, the deeper the enigma she became. Why did she have to moan my name?He could never misinterpret her voice for something else, he was all too familiar with it. Her noise was a music he never forgot compo
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She hadn't even began to sob fully when she heard a suppressed grunt, as if someone purposely tried to hide how much it hurt. She found her foot when she heard it again, looking at the door suspiciously before striding quickly in the direction, swinging the door open to witness a gruesome sight in front. Donavan didn't hold himself back before landing a brutal punch on Enzo's clueless face. Enzo had no idea what had he done to deserve the attack but neither did he saw it fit to ask at the moment. Donavan seemed to be in the trance of vehemence, something that could not be interrupted until he was satiated. Enzo had all but looked into Ina's room to find the little girl still drowned in slumber with no sight of his boss and so he didn't consider the possibility of Don being in Tara's room, thinking it was far from possible for both of them to breathe in each other's presence without pulling one another's body into shreds. But when he indeed had dared to ring his cell, Don had emerged
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"Took you long enough" The attractive woman was spread across Tara's bed, releasing another puff of smoke in the already murky room. Tara watched nonplussed around the small room, struggling to see through the smoke, picking up the traces of her clothes lying on the floor, every piece of furniture misplaced. She immediately closed the door behind her, not wanting Ina to come in contact with nicotine if she happens to return any time soon. Walking up to to the window she opened the small doors, hoping for smoke to run out before someone died of suffocation. Venetia was surprised by Tara's composure, not paying any heed to the villain who had taken stringent efforts to make her life difficult. She couldn't but succumb to the throb of irritation, her hope of instigation meeting the ruins. "Get out" Tara finally uttered, already picking up her clothes, folding them neatly before putting them back in closet one by one. "I can say the same thing to you" Venetia acted unaffected, taking
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