AZEZAL POV

It's been 10 minutes since the jet landed in the Rome-Fiumicino international airport but we are still inside cause she is busy growling in her deep sleep and I'm busy watching her. Not wanting to wake her up or be a disturbance in her peaceful sleep.

I bit onto my cheek and swallowed a laughter when she murmured a few cruel curses in an almost inaudible voice in her sleep. God. She doesn't even spare me in her dreams. Her face seemed to dreamy and cute in sleep, so like her.

"Hm.. Sir-?" The air hostness seeked my attention as for why were we still sitting here. "Do you need any help sir?" "No. You can leave" I affirmed and she went away after seeing me last time.

I unbuckled my seat and got on my knees before her. "Hey love" I stroked her cheek lightly and she hummed in her sleep. I smiled and whispered moving closer to her ear, "We are here". She hummed again in her deep slumber.

I unbuckled her seatbelt and scooped her up in my arms, she hugged my neck seeking warmth. It's early in the morning now, so the sun still didn't rise entirely. I got her inside my car which was waiting for us and told the driver to drive us home.

We reached the villa after almost half an hour drive from airport. The place where I grew up. The place where my entire childhood passed. The place with old and bitter memories.

I got out of the car first and opened her door expecting her to be asleep but her eyes were entirely open and her morning eyes kept gawking at me with sadness evident in them. I know she hates being here at this moment but I have no other option now. I don't want her to be in danger and if she stays in New York I know damn too well that she will be the next prey of whoever shit is after me.

"Come on." I said to her and gave her some space to make her way out of the car. She let out a small yawn and set her feet out of the car. Her eyes scanned the place for a while and she was left in awe. "It's beautiful" she muttered and instantly sealed her lips together when she realized she said it aloud instead of saying it in her mind. Cute.

"Let's go inside" I lead the way and she followed after me. The maids and staffs were assembled in the doorstep, ready to greet and welcome us. I nodded at them and Leera kept gawking around making stunned faces.

"Pelima" I gave her a small smile and she smiled stepping ahead. She worked in this house since my birth and she has always been more of a mother figure to me cause from my childhood she looked after me like her own child having none of her own.

"Sono così felice oggi di vederti dopo così tanto tempo." She said and gave me a hug. Then her eyes drifted behind me after we parted. Leera kept watching us silently and awkwardly. "This is Leera." I looked at Leera's eyes and continued "My wife". I gulped down a laughter watching how she fought an eye roll hearing me introduce her as my wife.

"Mhm Hii" Leera muttered awkwardly. "I can't believe I'm living this day. It's so nice to see a day I'm getting to meet my Azezal's bride" Pelima took Leera's hands into hers and welcomed her cordially.

"This is Pelima. The housekeeper of this villa" I introduced her to Leera. I wanted to say more that she isn't just a housekeeper only as I termed her to be but instead I didn't take it any further. "You don't need to feel alone to be here. You will eventually get comfortable and used to it. You can tell me if you need anything" Pelima told her. It's good that I made pelima do an english course before, so now she is almost fluent in english and Leera can converse with her in need.

"Thankyou" Leera replied with a genuine smile, eyeing me after.

"Arrange the breakfast, Pelima. We'll get fresh" I told her and she along with all other staffs went to their respective duties.

"And you. Come with me" I gestured to Leera, who seemed to busy thinking some shit again. She frowned but nevertheless followed after me up the stairs into our room.

"This is our room" I removed my blazer and tossed it on the clean arranged bed. "Our room?" She short laughed and then arched an eyebrow folding her hands on her chest. "And may I know what made you think I'll ever agree to stay in the same room as you?"

My tongue poked my inside cheek. I stepped closer to her and shoved my hands inside the pocket. "There's nothing to think. That's what normal couples do after marriage. Don't you think?" "You seem to forget something" she gave off a scorn. "We are no normal couple. And our marriage is nothing more than a contract. There is no meaning behind this marriage or whatever shit it is". "Oh. Yeah" I nodded with a grin giving her an understanding face.

"I want my separate room. There's no way I'm staying with you in the same room. Never in my wildest dreams" "But to my dismay I wouldn't be able to let you stay in a separate room because all the staffs and servants of this house assume we are a new happily married couple and I can't let them see anything erroneous and eventually it will get to the ears of the world. So you know" I traced her chin with a finger. "Asshole" she muttered stepping back and went straightly to the washroom not giving me a second glance. The door closed with a thud behind her. My vexed kitten.

I grabbed my phone and called Remor. "What's his condition now?" I asked lighting a cigarette. "His hands were cut off and fed to the dogs infront of him, just as you asked boss. He is bleeding to dead"

"Don't let him die. Treat him and make sure he lives. If he feels any better start with the torment again and continue till he begs for death himself. And at last as per Leera's wish before his last state of death he will be given to the hand of law or whatever shit and they will hang him to death. Perfect"

"As per your wish boss" I smirked and hanged up.

LEERA POV

After almost spending an hour in the washroom, showering or basically letting the water suck out the stress of my head, I felt some peace in my nerves. Sleep surely didn't help much but water did a great job about it.

Now I'm seated on the dining table right across, opposite to my mighty husband who is busy going through some shit on his phone. And I'm busy waiting for him to order the staffs to serve the food because without his command they don't even seem to breath as far as I came to comprehend. I started fidgeting with the hem of my sunflower dress, trying to keep my hunger and patience at rest.

Finally this man let his phone aside and ordered them for bringing our breakfast after giving me a glance. Even if this man ever leave me to die out of hunger, I would never ask him for food.

When the breakfast was served on the table, without wasting a second more I started filling my plate with pancakes and some chocolate syrup as well as shoving two strawberries in my mouth at the same time. Unknowingly my eyes flickered to his direction. He snuggled in his seat with his eyes on me.

His face void of any emotion and his fingers kept twisting the spoon on his plate which is filled with salad. I eyed his plate. "Stop staring and dribbling over my food. I'm losing the least appetite I have. Keep your eyes on your plate and eat your grass and raw shit." God knows how this man even survives eating this shit everyday. One thing that never changed about him is his food habits.

He grinned. "I prefer dribbling over the beautiful sight I'm getting to see infront of me and watching it on repeat." God forbid but why do I feel like this with his flirting words? Feel what!? Nothing! I Feel like nothing. I convinced my mind and gritted my teeth nodding my head listlessly. "Of course. Rather carry on with your dribbling session over your raw green shit"

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Pedima insisted on giving me a tour of the whole villa after breakfast and I agreed because I actually wanted to roam and see. It's full of luxuries, elegance and it also gave off a royal vibe. "This is the place where Azezal grew up after his birthday." Pedima said showing me around and I kept nodding and staring around.

We are in the botanical garden now. "Wow. This looks too pretty". "Yeah. Here are even very rare flowers you'll ever get to see somewhere else"

My eyes trailed all over the beautiful colourful flowers and I let out a blissful moan. "It feels like I can stay in this garden whole day long and never get bored". I closed my eyes and smelled the fresh air and the sweet flowery scent floating in it.

"Mrs. Pavano, Azezal's mother had a great fetish of flowers and gardening. And she was just as beautiful and pure as flowers herself." I silently watched Pelima smile talking about her.

"After Azezal's mother died, he came back to Italy and stayed almost 2 years here. Then he flew back to New York and came back with you. I'm so happy." She let out a peaceful sigh.

"What happened to Azezal's mother? How did she die?" Pedima looked at me at once. "You don't know?" I shook my head in negative.

"His mo-"

"Woof woof" I heard familiar barks of a dog and looked around. Casper! Casper ran towards me, barking out even louder.

"Casperr!! You missed me bud?" I caressed his head and cheek pulling him towards me. "I missed you so freaking much"

"Wifey?" I heard him calling me from my behind. Internally frowning I turned back finding him standing right behind me. I know he calls me by this name just to annoy me to hell. "I need to have a talk with you. Come with me." Look at him barking orders at me as if I'm his slave. I pursed my lips and followed after him without a word, after kissing Casper.

We entered a room which appeared to be a study and he closed the door behind me. I crossed my arms on my chest and waited for him to spill his bullshit talks again which I have least interest in. His phone rang up being an interruption and he was compelled to go out of the room to speak leaving me alone here. Great.

My eyes scanned the clean and tidy room and went to the corner which seemed attention seeking. The large wall is decorated with medals and framed certificates and a shelf filled with trophys and awards related to Basketball, taekwondo, drawing, music, football, karate and so many more. Honestly I'm actually fascinated. How can a man be such a perfectionist? Again there were awards of bussinessman of the year, Ernst & Young Entrepreneur of the Year, some awards relating to charity events and a lot more. Charity and kindness and this man? Only for show of course.

There was a framed picture of him in his graduation day assembled on the shelf. I picked it up. He's hugging a mid aged lady who appeared fairy like, so beautiful but his face is like always, damn lacking emotions even in such an important day. If I wasn't wrong the lady is his mother. I saw his mother on pictures before, so I knew it was her. I know his mother died after we parted but there was a question left in my head how because I never got to know much about this.

When I heard his foot steps approaching I set it back on it's place and stepped back. He took seat on his chair and I seat opposite from him. "What do you want from me?" I muttered in a dull manner. He tossed a box on the table.

"Open it" I stared at him once and took the box to open it. It's a phone? I gave off a scowl "I have a phone and I don't need another one." "You don't have a phone. You will use this phone"

"What the hell? Now what did you do with my phone?" "Leera. You know how much I hate being questioned to" he arched an eyebrow. "You are allowed to call some certain numbers by this phone which includes some of your family members and me. I expect you to receive and reply to my every text in time or there might be consequences."

I smiled through my fury and sorrow. "You surely love to control my life as if I'm a puppet of yours." "You are right. In my realm, I like everything to be under my hand, in my control" He leaned back on his chair.

"I'll get out of this hell one day, real soon. You just wait and watch Mr. Azezal Pavano, you will regret your every step. You can't clutch me in your palm for long." I said in the heat of my moment as his eyes burned into mine. His tongue poked his cheek and it seemed like he is compressing a laughter. He got up from his seat and his hands disappeared in his pockets. He rounded behind me.

"So you are telling me that you will run away from me?" I could feel his dead eyes inspecting my back even if I can't see him. All of a sudden he jerked my chair and turned it to the other side and made me face him. My eyes widened as his both hands settled on the arms of the chair locking me in between the chair and his large frame and then he leaned into me. His masculine and intoxicating cologne filled my nose yet so refreshing. He looked daggers into my eyes and his gaze itself threatened me.

"So Mrs. Leera Pavano, Say what you were telling before." His eyes darkened even more, giving me a menacing look. The way he termed me by that name had a jolt going down my nerves for a second. I noticed the vein appear in his forehead.

His eyes trailed to my lips and his warm breaths hit my face. My eyes closed itself when he leaned into me more. My eyes opened when I heard a click and felt him departing away from me. I looked down on my feet, clearly feeling something on my ankle.

"What's this!?" I quired trying to open it. He straightened his back shoving his hands back and looking down at me. "Ankle-monitor." He replied and my palms turned into fists. "Why did you put this on me?" "You should have known what this device does or should I give you a description?"

I started wrenching it and trying to open it so furiously, I almost hurt myself. "You can't open it." He claimed watching me and my hand slammed on the table frustratedly. "Then fucking open this shit Azezal!"

"Leera. Calm down" he said as if it's nothing but a joke. Tears of anger and exasperation almost started to form in my eyes. I took the glass filled with water and smashed it on the floor. "I said open it Azezal! Fucking remove this thing from me!"

He sighed and passed me, completely ignoring me. I took a step and unknowingly a piece of glass pierced through my feet making me hiss in pain.

"Cazzo" He came to me and carried me into his arms. "You are insane, Leera" he sighed taking the stairs up into our bedroom. I watched him through my tears which formed due to my fury.

He set me on the bed and fetched the first aid box from the bathroom. He kneed infront of me in his one knee and grabbed my feet. I closed my eyes and felt a tears sliding down my cheek when he pulled out the piece of glass out of my feet. He cleaned the cut and bandaged it. I kept my silence the whole time watching him.

His eyes met mine. Something unspoken in them. Hurt? "I can't remove this because I need to be sure of your safety. Weather you like it or not it will stay where it is."

He set my feet on the bed carefully and got out of the room leaving a peaceful silence behind him. He makes me despise him more with his every act but again his eyes speak something opposite and much louder. What is it he is hiding from me again? Why does he need to be so puzzling and perplexing everytime.

It's like I never knew this man even after knowing him. Never understood him even after thinking I did. He is a darkness with some unfathomable emotion that makes me want to to dig inside him and know what's exactly inside.

What's he hiding which his eyes speaks off? Are these my hallucination? But I would be lying if I say I couldn't notice the spark, when I completely see the hurt in his eyes, feel some kind of ache in his heart for some reason as if he has one. Probably demons also have hearts. Don't they? A dark yet mysterious one.

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