Azazel sat next to Athena, waiting for her to wake up. He held her arms in his, stroking them gently. “I will let you go, Athena,” he spoke to her unconscious figure, “but I cannot lose you again. Your freedom will be granted once we get married,” he put his head on her stomach and rested there. “I cannot and will not lose you again,” he stated as if he was declaring war on himself and the people around him. His phone buzzed, "Hello Tris,” Azazel answered, changing his voice to sound normal and not sad. "I have to talk to you, Zae,” Tristan’s voice sounded worried. “What is it, Tris?” he got up and moved into a sitting position. He heard Tristan inhale a deep breath for a minute, “Dad is planning to vote you out of the board of directors from your IT firm,” Tristan bit his lip, knowing how much his brother loved power and the company he took over from his dad, building it from scratch, moving it to top. Tristan knows this very well. His brother is the most hardworking man he has
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