LEERA POV

Every girl dreams of marrying her charming prince and living a desirable and incredibly tremendous life with him. But the man I'm married to, can be called a charming prince only in appearance that so in other's eyes not me. Any girl would give away at his feet just by his looks and money. He has the perfect public figure. The perfect gentleman who is also termed as the god of kindness and generosity in public. Every girl in New York can be said to be envying me now that I'm his wife.

But behind his devilishly handsome face hides his darkest side, his darkest secrets and lies. Any girl would be a complete fool if she wants to bind with a man who is no other than Azezal Pavano, the devil in disguise.

I fell in love with a man I thought I knew, but it's all hatred and despise in my heart and mind for the same man now that I genuinely know what type of person he is. I can't say I stopped loving him years ago just at the moment when I found out about his lies and betrayal, when I found out he isn't anywhere near he showed me, when I found out everything about him was fake so was his love for me. God, I felt it how much love can hurt cause he was the first man I genuinely loved in my whole life.

Now I'm married to the man, once I dreamed of marrying, who once promised me of making me the happiest person on earth. The only difference is all my love turned into nothing but hatred and I can never think of seeing myself near happiness again. I know it better that he would always be there in my life to make it more miserable than it is. This is my life and maybe will be ever after, till my die.

My eyes remained fixed on the outside world through the window during the whole car ride but nothing captured my eyes cause my mind was deeply ingrained with lot of shit going on in my life. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I lost tract of time. My cerebration ceased when the car came to halt with a slow small jerk.

My eyes scanned the place we are in for real now and I'm undoubtful that we aren't in the airport. It appears to be a dark place with no hint of light around. No hint of life here. This seems more like deep in the forest. I looked at the front to see if anything is actually wrong with the driver. But no he remained still straightly sitting looking forward, not moving at all.

Oh my god! Is he planning to leave me in the middle of the forest and let me be eaten by wild animals? Giving all the family members the misconception of us being in Italy? Is that his plan? Fuck, I didn't even notice the path we got here. How am I supposed to go back if he leaves me here alone? I gulped a lump of saliva down my dry throat in nervousness.

Before I could comprehend something else or even make myself believe we are here just by mistake to enrage some courage in me, Azezal made it clear that we aren't as I felt him getting out of the car and the sound of his door open and close following after. I'm not scared. I'm fine. No problem, I'll deal with every animal I come across. Even if i want death, death by getting eaten by any wild animal sounds absolutely horrifying to me.

The door beside me opened and I tightened my fists. "Come out." He barked an order. "First tell me where are we when we were supposed to be at the airport" "Far from city" His hasky voice groans. "Why did you bring me here?" "You will know that after you come out" "I ain't going out, you asshole. What do you think jackass? That you can fling me in the middle of the forest to make me dinner of wild brutes?" I tried to get to the other end of the backseat to get far from his hold but unfortunate me as always was too late for that.

He jerked me out but in a manner careful to not hurt me and scooped me up in his arms before I threw my arms fighting him. "Azezal! I'll kill you! I won't go anywhere!" He threw me over his shoulder as if I'm a fucking potato sack without any weight and started walking deeper into the darkness, away from the car light.

"Noo! Azezal I swear I won't let you go! Let me down" I started throwing my hand and legs in the air and made it hard for him to walk holding me. In response his hard hand collided with my butt. I hissed in pain. Did he just fucking smack me?

"That's what you get for being disobedient dolcezza" I smacked his butt next with my fueling anger. "And that's what you get for smacking my ass!" I counter replied, furied. I expected something bigger coming in response but I heard a low chuckle. The hell? Did a fucking smack make this angry coldass monster cackle or am I dreaming?

"I won't mind you doing it again, if that means your hand touching me there" my cheeks gets red burning with embarrassment when I comprehended what it meant. Wtf? Why is this man thinking sexually now? Shameless douchebag.

He dropped me onto my feet after a few more steps and light flared through the darkness now. I feel like I recognised where this place is now. My palms started sweating even when they rarely sweat. No please. No. I can't deal with this again. My mental health is already a hazard and I may have a heart attack with this much stress going inside me.

His hand wrapped around mine and he started pulling me inside after him. A few guards greeted him while getting inside while I tried my best to not restrain from my place. "Azezal. Please no. Let me go" I know what do I have to see once I get inside. It's a fucking torture chamber and he knows how it scares me to dead to see all those blood of dead bodies and shit. I mentally prayed and prayed and chanted the words 'Jesus save me" in my head on repeat.

His grip is firm on my wrist not letting me pull away my hand. Once we reach to a empty room he stop and looks at me. "Shush! Calm down, Amore." My hand were trembling and tears were just at edge to fall even when I refused to cry from now on. I'm strong. I'm strong.

"Aze, get me out of here." I closed my eyes and the next second I realized, unknowing I called him the short form of his name I used to call him years ago. I felt a pull and I bumped into his chest. "We will get out of here just after a while. You don't need to be feared." His hand caressed my hair and I remained stunned on my place, too shocked to even full away.

"Boss" I heard a man utter behind my back. He parted away from me and ordered the man. "Get him here" Get who here? My heartbeats paced up and up. Is it Levi?

After a few moments I heard loud shriek and howls. I gulped in my silence stepping far away. Two men dragged a person all the way inside while he kept cursing names. "Motherfuckers! Let me go. You, douchebags! You don't know who I'm!" A harsh slap landed on his face by the third man and he landed straight onto the floor just at Azezal's feet. I looked up at his face. Void of any emotions and an inhuman self reflected from him now.

"Tie him up" he ordered again and his men started with chaining the bruised person while he started screaming and shouting aloud. Then my eyes clearly captured who he is after I saw his face. "Max Hamilton?" My voice called his name loud and stunned.

Yes. He is Max Hamilton. The one who traumatized me by attempting to rape me. My eyes started tearing up for real now. My heartbeats fastened and I started breathing aloud by my mouth. Each of those moment of 7 years ago started flashing infront my eyes and I felt as if I'm experiencing each of it now. How this creep locked me in the high school store room and attempted to rape me when I was just a teenager, with no power, no such ideas to exist in my head. He wanted me and I rejected him over and over again that he couldn't bear to tolerate and decided to do whatever he wanted to do with me while forcing me.

But thankfully Levi got in there in the proper time and smashed that bastard or else I could never have stopped him. The next day he escaped and ran away far from the city. We couldn't find him anymore. I didn't dare to tell anyone about this. This remained just between me and Levi. From that day the thought of man touching me in any sexual manner or way gave me traumas and I still can never get out of the traumatizing moment of my life.

"Leera?" Max called my name with a surprised smile as if we are long lost friends and I'll save him here.

My head raged while I looked at the man who devastated a part of my life. I got to him before another thought crossed me and slapped him so hard his face shifted to the other side. Ofcourse doesn't your hands itch to kill the man who almost raped you? The one of the worst traumas one can ever face. It is because of people like him the rate of rape victims are raising at this rapid rate.

I slapped him once again, twice as hard as before, my palm starts to sting too. This one is for the other girls who had to be miserable and ever had to face any type sexual harassment for inhuman guys like him.

I started beating him like a mad woman as hot angry tears started streaming down my face. "You fucking rapist. Motherfucker. How fucking dare-" my screams were muffled against a familiar chest as I was pulled away and my head was forced onto his chest. I started shaking my head to get away but he held me even closer. "Dolcezza, you are hurting yourself. Don't worry I'm here. I'll take care of everything. Calm down" his hand kept caressing my hair and my cries got muffled away but the pain in my heart remained.

He tilted my head upwards by grabbing my chin and my wet eyes met his. "No more tears. He will get the punishment he deserves right infront of your eyes. I'll make sure of it"

Then he let me go and stepped away from me, I kept standing on my place absolutely numb watching him. He raised his gun and aimed it towards Max. Even before a thought could build in my head and I could say anything, my eyes shut down and my mind screamed a silent scream as the sound of shot kept buzzing in my ears. My hands and feet started to tremble and I couldn't open my eyes. No I won't even dare opening them. He killed him? Didn't he?

I heard my name being called by I'm numb and blank and I refuse to look at a bloody dead body to get more sick. Then I comprehended Max was still screaming, he isn't dead yet. I slowly opened my eyes and looked his way before anything.

"This was for ever daring to touch her" his gun was still pointed towards Max. Then I saw blood dripping from the palm of Max's right hand and next I heard another scream of his after sudden loud noice of another shot which straightly pierced through his left palm. His both palms were pierced in the middle and blood is deadly trickling down on the floor.

My breaths became heavy but I myself remained null of any voice coming out of my throat. Azezal threw the gun on the table near with a thud and next his eyes landed on the knives which were arranged and organised on the table and hanging on the wall. He took one of them in his hand.

"Aze stop!" My inaudible voice nearly murmured in the room filled with screams. He turned to look at me, his eyes could tell how dangerous he is at the moment. I shook in head in negative while shaking and then he released a sigh and came to me.

"Don't even dare telling me to let this bastard go after what he has done to you" he stared dead in my eyes. "I don't want you to kill him" I breathed. "Hand him to the police. Let the laws handle him"

Azezal closed his eyes in frustration and dropped the knife he was holding on the ground. Next he looked at me again "Leera, there is no fucking way I'm going to let this bastard live. If you want me to hand him to the law I'll but I'll make sure of it he dies a painful death being hanged to death there too." His depth in his words promised he will do exactly what he said.

"I-I want to leave from here. I can't stand here a second longer" without any other word he held on my hand and started taking me out of here. I remained silent as I walked the way he lead through the darkness and finally saw the light of car flashing. He opened the door for me and made me sit closing it after. He took his seat beside me and ordered the driver to drive away from here. A wave of relief passed through my body.

Questions after questions kept rising in my head - 'How did he know about my trauma and Max? How did he know about what happened? Why did he bring Max here to get revenge for me? Why does he want me to get justice and relief from my cruel past?' But I remained silent nevertheless.

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We are in Azezal's private jet now waiting for it to take over. He is seated right across to me and his eyes are fixed at his phone checking out mails as far as I saw. The air hostess came and greeted us but it was clearly noticable her whole attention was on him as she was gawking him like an absolute creep. Bitch.

"Sir, you can ask me if you need anything" he nodded his head in response not giving her a glance. Her disappointment reflected in her eyes and then she was compelled to get away from here.

The jet took off from the runaway and I let out a stressed sigh unknowingly grabbing his attention. "Are you feeling alright?" Why does he even care? I hate speaking to him as much as I hate bearing his presence here.

"I'm fine" my voice showed my crystal clear disinterest in talking to him. I only said I'm fine to avoid him from bothering me any further. This man is literally snatching me away from my family, taking me away from my country and at last also made me watch a fucking horrifying scene to ask me if I'm alright. Alright my ass.

"Sir, the dinner" the same flight attendant came back after an hour with a huge flirty grin on her face. She started serving the dinner after he approved her to do so. My eyes rolled on their own watching her trying to shove her ass up for giving him a proper view, although probably he didn't even see her face yet and he doesn't give a fuck about this bitch.

Her eyes were stealing glances at him every fucking second. Can't she literally see he is wearing a fucking wedding ring or is she blind? What a desperate woman is she when she can clearly see a fucking wedding ring on his finger and gawk at someone's else husband? Wait.. husband? What's the hell is wrong with me now?

She went away, only to come back a minute later with a bottle of champagne. The buttons of her dress was opened this time, showing excessive amount of skin and her cleavage was on display. She pops open the cork and purposely leans towards him to pour him a glass, giving a clear view of her cleavage to him even if he wasn't paying any heed to her at the first place. Fucking enough? I grabbed the champagne bottle from her hand. "We can help ourselves. You can go now" and never show your face again because you don't want me to slap it.

Azezal acknowledge my brazenness with a deep chuckle so low, I can barely hear it over the sound of the plane engines. His eyes fling to me "Already so possessive?"

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes taking a sip of water. "Don't think I don't know how she was all drooling over me and trying to seek my attention and how it annoyed you so much that you were pushed into action."

I rolled my eyes. "I wanted some peace which was being obstructed with the gross sight of some bitch busy drooling over you. I don't care other than that" "Hm that clarifies everything why she was clogging your peace session" I wanted to speak but chose to remain silent and shifted my eyes to the window gazing the city lights from so high above.

"Eat your dinner" His voice was a mere command. "I'm not hungry" and at the same time my unreliable stomach growled on protest with hunger. "Are you expecting me to feed you?" Frustratedly I grabbed the plate the started shoving the spaghetti into my mouth. The next moment I was ravishing with the taste of the spaghetti. I love spaghetti and this one tastes too freaking good.

A moan unwillingly escaped my mouth and I noticed he was staring at me the whole time with a slight smile on his face as he is holding onto a laughter. "You can eat this too" he shoved his plate my way making me question what's exactly wrong with this man? Why is he trying to be sweet to me?

"No thanks" I didn't give him a second glance, after finishing the spaghetti. He didn't eat his dinner, only rolled a glass of champagne in his hand going through something in his phone. I grabbed my glass and filled it with champagne downing whole of it. Fuck. My head hurts.

My eyes fell on my left hand resting on my lap and the shining ring on my finger. The ring is actually very beautiful and it seems to be very expensive. As much as I want to throw it away, I want to keep it to me only because how pretty it is.

I unknowingly traced the ring with my fingers, trapped in my thoughts again. "You like it?" His voice drew my attention. He kept his phone aside and rested his arms on his knees looking at me. I didn't know what to respond and it made him give off a slight smile with a sigh.

"Come here" my eyes went to search his face with his instant command. What does he want now? I chose to ignore him only to be dragged onto his lap the next moment as he pulled me by my hand. I'm practically straddling him now. My hands formed into fists nervously.

"Who told you that you can ignore me now" his hands wrapped around my waist and I bit onto my lower lip. Then his hand freed my lip from my teeth. "Don't torture your lip like that." His eyes shifted to my lips and I gulped nervously, he looked as if he is refraining himself from kissing me anytime soon.

He grabbed my left hand and opened my fist with his hand holding it and the ring is sparking right infront of our eyes. "I designed this ring" you what? Did I hear him right?

"The platinum band holding an emerald and sapphire set of two band of thorns draw together as two halves which forms an obscure heart." He kissed my hand just above the ring. "Emerald is your birthstone and sapphire is mine. So I designed it with these two gems." I kept staring at him with pure shock.

I never thought a ring can be made that much meaningfully. He said as if he designed this ring with love and so much heartedly as if he loves me. Again when did he even get time to design a ring and even make it for me especially with our birthstones when he was about to get married to someone else. And more importantly why would he do so? Who am I exactly to him?

That made it crystal clear that he made the ring for me far before and his plan to marry me was also constant. But the main question is, why would he even do this in the first place when the only things left between us are facade and hatred? Are these the portrayal of new disaster?

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