AZEZAL POV

Last night was exhausting. I didn't get any sleep but not getting any sleep isn't something new to me, I'm used to it. And how I got to watch her sleep with a faint smile on her face for hours was worth having a bad stomach and not getting any sleep.

I fucking despise spicy food and I guessed her motive of cooking for me before. Every bite I took of her handmade lasagna burned my stomach but filled my heart with utter bliss. And the medicine that she kept for me on the nightstand was such a kind gesture of her which surely reduced my stomach pain to an extent.

"So fucking weak." I muttered sarcastically, sending another straight punch to Remor's face. "Boss, I can be many things but not weak." Saying wearyingly, he attacked back when he got his chance. "Good, that's the spirit I always claim to see in you." Bolo punching him, I distracted his attention and used my leg to imbalance him. As a result, he fell apart at the seams on the floor breathlessly.

"Enough. Enough." Groaning he punched his chest and laid down spreading his limbs on the boxing ring canvas mat. "Gave up already?" "I know how much I try boss, I can never win over you but trust me your way of hospititaly in Italy made me completely warm" I simpered grabbing the protein shake and gulping it down.

"So Remor, I asked you to be here not only because of the ball I'm hosting tonight but also I want to know every detail of things from you." Remor is not only my second hand man but also one of the most trust able people I know. I know I can trust him with anything without even holding a suspense against him.

"As for our suspection about who did that attack on your wedding, you are right. It wasn't your father or anything related to Carla as far the information we gathered. The Blood Reapers have been quiet for a while now after the wedding incident which is suspicious. And the underground bussiness is in good stage but some problems arosed a few days ago which were settled by me. Everything in New York seems to be going quite smoothly. As well as the companies are in good condition without your presence as Elena joined the office and is being very helpful. She is doing a great job as for being new."

"Hmm. She told me about joining our family bussiness last week as she has got nothing much to do at home and I agreed." I said unwrapping my boxing wraps.

"How is your wife and your married life going?" He asked getting up. Our relation is formal while working, the boss and the deputy but on the contrary sometimes it casually becomes informal outside of work and we become like buddies. And that's why he is my only trust able man who gets to talk to me this way without any fear.

"Well, your sister-in-law still hates me like hell but her burning hatred will be dimmed real soon." Tossing the boxing wraps on the mat I smiled thinking of her.

"God you are gone for real! Marriage made you crazy! Look at you, you are smiling! Fucking good. Are you in love?" He uttered in disbelief and let out a laughter. I fixed him with my eyes.

"Get into work. I want information about those motherfuckers. Wheather it be underground or underwater, fucking find them all out and I want them dead as soon as possible."

His smile disappeared and he gave me a firm nod, back to the professional state.

* * * * * *

Coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my hip, I found her in bed stretching her arms while yawning. She just woke up.

"Good morning". I greet her. That's when she finally opened her eyes and looked my way. Her cheeks instantly flashed red and lips sealed in a line which were open due to yawning. "Hm.. morning." She says in her morning voice, rubbing her eyed and getting off the bed.

"After breakfast, a spa is arranged for you and we'll be going out for shopping after your spa." She looked at me and arched an eyebrow "What? Spa and shopping? What's with all these?"

"I thought you would love it?" I folded my arms on my chest and I could clearly watch her resisting her urge to not look at my chest and body, keeping her eyes fixated on my face.

"Why? I'm already provided with enough clothes and I don't need more." She folded her arms on her chest and tilted her head, "And what's your intention behind booking a spa for me, huh? Don't even expect for such a thing to happen between us."

"What such thing?" My lips curled and formed a grin. Her eyes drooped thinking how to answer me. "Don't act. I'm aware of your intentions, okay? Stay away from me."

"Tonight I'm hosting a ball. And-" I stepped close to her and more close until there is one feet gap between us. Her hesitation for looking at me pestered on her face. Her morning face tinted bright pink. God, I wanna grab and kiss her so fucking bad right now.

"And I want you to look the prettiest tonight as I'll be introducing you as my wife. We will pick a dress as per your choice, then a lunch date." "Hm... okay." She inhaled a heavy breath as if she wasn't breathing for a while.

Then her eyes drifted to my body betraying her and she gulped down. I won't even blame her because I obviously have a great mascular physique and well built body which every woman drools over. My grin widened.

"Like what you see?” I asked her. "No," she says, stubborn as ever. "Fucking liar." Her lips turned into a sarcastic smile, "I have seen better."

I nodded at her with an understanding look, knowing there is no one else "Oh yeah... I wonder who is that better." "Keep wondering." She pushes past me and steps out of my reach, disappearing inside the washroom in a mere second.

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LEERA POV

The spa session was so freaking amusing and relaxing. I loved it so much that for a moment I wanted to hug and thank him for the massaging session minus the waxing session. I didn't want to wax but they said it's in the package which he booked for me. For a moment the thought annoyed me how he booked a whole body and bikini wax for me without my consent as if I'm his property and my body will be as he likes it to be. But after a lot of ouchs and painful stings, the body massages drived me to paradise.

I'm literally stunned seeing him so healthy and fit while he was in the washroom the entire night probably? Maybe he took the medicines I left for him and is feeling better. But when he showed up right infront of my eyes when I just woke up from a good sleep, that too naked only with a towel wrapped around his hip. It made my morning from lazy to hazy. God, this man literally has a body so well defined any girl would yearn to feel them against their hands. So, it's nothing amusing that I got blank and dazed for a second to check him out, which I regretted later of course.

After almost 15 minutes drive, we reached for shopping. Not me and Azezal only but also 4 fucking black suited assholes. I was kinda happy hearing him talking about taking me out today because it may be an opportunity for me to escape anyhow after breaking the fucking ankle monitor. But these fucking black suited assholes keep sticking to us as if Azezal isn't enough pain in my ass. And these bodyguards are acting like anyone would casually attack us anytime from anywhere in the midday. Jesus? It's fucking daylight now.

A lady who appeared to be in her mid thirties ushered us inside the branded posh shop after greeting us in italian with a humble smile and gestured us to take sit on the sofa. I have no literal idea about this type of expensive and exclusive shops.

He took my hand in his like a ideal husband for the world to see how much of a loving couple we are? But still I felt my blood jolting in my veins for a moment even if it's just an act. We sat down in silence. He sat comfortably radiating elegance and power while I sat uncomfortably and totally awkward cause I have never been to somewhere like this for shopping before. More that I could never afford and never was interested too.

Another young lady approached us who seem to be in her mid twenties, almost my age. "signore, vuole qualcosa da bere." (Sir would you like something to drink?), she said with extra sweetness in her voice, while pulling a hair strand behind her ear.

"No Grazie." His voice firm and cold, his facial fractures stiff. I mentally smirked.

"Show the latest collection to my wife." I stared at him, hearing him mention me as his wife. Catching him staring at me too, I darted my eyes to the front again.

"certo signore!" (Sure sir!), Another saleslady replied. "qualsiasi preferenza personale, signore? Che colore preferite" (Any personal preference, sir? What colour do you prefer?)

"Wine red." He said to her going through his emails. What the fuck? Is he buying clothes for himself or me? And why is this woman asking him about his preference rather than me? "Excuse me. I thought I was the one to choose my dress." I said with a frown grabbing his attention when the saleslady went away.

"Anything I choose will look good on you wifey. So don't worry." "Are you indirectly trying to say I have a horrible choice and you have an exclusive one?" I narrowed my eyes. "Anything you wear looks good on you anyway. Not in a mood to argue about clothes now. Pick anything you like but in wine red." He says as he scroll through his phone.

"Why wine red?" I queried him. He looked my way and his face kinda of softened? "Cause it's my favourite colour and I want to see you in it tonight." "Why are you so excited for tonight? What's so special rather than the ball." I asked confused and quite suspiciously.

He pulled me to him all of a sudden and locked a strand of my hair behind my ear with his fingers. A hint of smirk spread on his lips as he leaned closer to my ear to whisper. "I have waited enough dear. Don't you think we should perform our deed and be real husband and wife already?"

I became speechless hearing him say that. I looked at him, my eyes bored into him as I said with a malicious grin, "Don't think much about consummating a marriage which was never real, dear husband. It will give you no gain, only pain in your crotch." I eye pointed his bulge.

Before he could reply to me the saleslady showed up again with a set of dresses, all in wine red. I picked one in haste to get away from him cause the heated intensity of his gaze is freaking me out. The lady showed me the changing room and I got inside.

I wore the dress and stared at myself in the mirror. It's strapless and a deep v cut in the chest showing a good amount of my cleavage. My right leg is entire showing due to the cut in the dress. My eyes shifted to the ankle monitor on my right leg which is also clearly showing and attention grabbing.

All of the sudden the door opened and he came inside closing the door behind him. I stared at him through the mirror. The changing room is not that big but big enough to fit 3 people. He took the size of 2 people himself so there wasn't much space left.

I watched myself on the mirror again and asked him, "How do I look?" He kept staring at me with a null face for a while then he closed the tiniest gap between us. "I have never seen anything more beautiful, trust me." My eyes dropped and my cheeks tinted red which I hid from him.

His hard chest collided with my back and he whispered hot against my bare neck "So fucking beautiful that I want to make love to you without even removing this dress."

"Dreams." The only word I could manage to utter due to our closeness and heated proximity. All of a sudden it was so hot in here though the weather was kinda chill before. "Won't take a second of me to make it a reality if you allow me." His lips touched my neck, showering a trail of kisses. I closed my eyes due to the feeling. Fuck My toes curled, my feet is shivering, I can't keep standing.

His fingers travelled up my back and his fingers ran down the zip of my dress ever so slowly, taking his time kissing and nibbling my neck. "I talked to your parents this morning. They already want us to have children." My eyes opened, I elbowed him and turned around.

"Didnt they ask about me? Why didn't you let me talk to them?" My eyes almost turned wet in a second. He won't even let me talk to my family members? How can someone be this cruel.

"They did but you were sleeping." Its just another excuse to not let me talk to my parents. I palmed my face not wanting to show him the tears. "Get out. I want to change." I turned around but the changing room is filled with mirrors everywhere.

"Hey?" He turned me around and I struggled hiding my tears. "Are you crying?" He asked in a gentle tone, so unlike him. "No I'm laughing. Get out." "Tell me the reason." I looked at him, "I miss them. Now out." "You have a phone and you can call them anytime you want? They don't have your new number so they can't reach you, that's why they called me." I laughed wipping the tear that fell off my eye unwillingly. "Your stupid customized phone was dumped in the trash bin right when you gave me. I prefer a normal, stable phone not a fucking customized phone which also has restrictions. I can't even have one single opinion of my anything. Can't even choose my own dress to wear."

"You are allowed to wear anything you want, I never restricted you with that." He shoved his hands inside his pocket and leaned against the door.

"Oh really? Then I want to wear this dress tonight. Will you let me?" I hit on my plan. "If you want you can and moreover I love it even if I might have to shove knives and pull out some eyes of their sockets if any person looked at my wife the wrong way." He checked me out from head to toe once again.

I let out a half-hearted laughter "Even if I want I can't wear this dress because of this fucking ankle monitor. Can't show the world my husband cages me in the house and give them a hint of how my husband treats me, right?"

He remained silent for a while, thinking something. Please, I hope it works. Please be convinced. Please.

"Okay this ankle monitor will be off your feet." My heart jolted with happiness. "But only for tonight." Yes. Yes. Yes. "Thanks. I appreciate." I tried to act calm to not let him suspect me. It's my huge chance and I'll make sure to get out of this hell tonight and it makes me relief that I'm not alone.

I took the dress which was left for me to wear for going out for shopping. Noticing a piece of paper falling down from the dress, I picked it up. It's a note. Somebody left it for me. Looking around, I checked my surrounding one last time even after the door is closed.

A black car will be waiting for you a few feets walk away from the back gate, tonight at 9. Everything is arranged, you just need to get to the car and it will drive you to the airport.

- L

L? Levi! Levi is here? He found me?

Tears formed my eyes. He's here to get me out of this hell? Finally, I got a chance to flee. I can't miss this chance but at first I need to get rid of this stupid ankle monitor anyhow within tonight.

I thought about breaking it but it can't fucking break. So, I need him to open it. I have no other way.

I tore the piece of paper into tiny pieces and flashed it down the toilet. I can't risk Levi's life one more time. He has already gone through enough for me and he's here to get me back again. I thanked god several times and then started thinking about hitting the plan.

* * * * * *

I'm dolled up in this wine red dress which I picked today at shopping. The makeup artist did my hair and makeup. My lips are painted blood red and my hair is lifted up in a loose bun, with curly strands of hair hanging in the front. I'm wearing black suede stilettos with dark red sole. I look... beautiful? Just like his wife, wearing his favourite colour. The ankle monitor is still on my right ankle which has been waiting for a while to be removed.

After shopping, our lunch date which he told me about had to be cancelled because something came up and he had to leave. After dropping me at home, he went out. I wanted to help with some of the arrangements but Pelima didn't let me and I was glad I had some more time to think about my planning.

"You're done." The makeup artist finished after applying some blush on my cheek. "Thanks. You did a really great job." I say, smiling at her. "It's you who got a face so beautiful." "And it's your hands who did the magic."

She laughed and arranged the cosmetics. I heard the door open and I saw him get inside the room and gesture her to leave with his eyes through the mirror. She immediately left without a second word and closed the door behind her.

He didn't get ready yet, still in his white shirt and dark grey slacks. He kept watching me with a stiff face through the mirror without a word unbuttoning his cuff buttons and then his shirt buttons. After a few seconds he's bare chested as he removed and tossed his shirt on the bed while watching me. His well-built, god gifted body flashed infront of my eyes to worship it. But right then my eyes widened as he removed his belt and slacks too, he's only in his briefs now. My eyes catch his crotch for a mere second and I drift them away, sure that he knows. The thing about him maintaining eye contact with me the whole time is making the atmosphere hotter.

Giving me the last glance, he darted inside the washroom and then I heard the shower flowing. I released a deep sigh and relaxed.

Its 7.00 PM. The guests must have started arriving and gathering downstairs by now. The shower turns off and the washroom door opens after a few minutes. I struggle not looking up from the book that I am reading. He makes his way inside the closet and after a few more seconds he comes out wearing black slacks and an unbuttoned with shirt. The way he sprayed his expensive cologne on his bare chest wants me to record the scene and watch it over and over again. A few drops of water is still dripping off his wet hair and drenching his white shirt, as now he is busy doing something in his phone.

"Your hair is still wet." I said without thinking much. He looked my way, "Help your husband then." I forgot my place for a while and just like a shy wife I got to my feet, taking the towel I walked to him. When I started rubbing his hair, our eyes met and I realized what the fuck am I actually doing.

I threw the towel on his face. "Do it yourself." He tossed the towel on the floor and grabbed my arm pulling me close to his body. I gulped down a lump of air due to the thing this proximity is doing to me. He smells of his own muscular cologne, freshness and after shave. And the thing he always smells this good not only after shower makes me want to pull him closer and hide my face in his neck.

"Do the buttons." His voice raspy and cold. "Do I look like a servant to you?" "You look like my wife to me." His respond made a shiver ran down my spine. There's no need to take this conversation any further, so rolling my eyes I start doing his buttons from the top. I fucking crave to touch his chest and feel them against my palm as I struggle buttoning the buttons.

I did first button.. then second.. right when I'm doing the third button he pulls me by my waist and I collide with his hard as rock chest. My hands fist his shirt with exigence, my eyes stare up at him finding him looking at me with his mesmerising grey orbs so intensely. "Tell me something. How can someone look this pretty?" I kept staring at him in disbelief.

"How do you even expect me to control myself after looking so goddamn beautiful? God it fucking hurts to have a gorgeous wife like you now." His eyes intensified with every word but his face still void of any emotion. Not letting a second pass by he leans down and kisses my lips. It's just a peck though but it makes my knees weak. God he's doing things to me, making me feel what I'm not supposed to.

His lips finally lifted up and he smiled watching my stunned reaction. "Don't want to ruin your makeover for now." He said and buttoned the rest of them looking at the mirror. He slightly combed his hair with his fingers running though the wet soft locks and put on his cufflinks along with his watch. He never removes the black beaded bracelet he wears in his right hand and the wedding ring which is only for show. I don't know why but it feels so fucking amazing watching him get dressed and look life some handsome freak.

Then he got down to his feet all of a sudden and took off my ankle monitor. My heart jolted with joy. Finally! That's it.

"Let's get downstairs." His posture and demeanor manifesting his dominating power and coldness again. He took my hand in his and we came downstairs together. I clinged to his arm like an obedient, loving and supportive wife wearing a tight smile.

As we climbed down the stairs everyone's eyes were on us, making me nervous. Here are so many powerful, high people which is actually making me feel a little low though even the world knows I'm his wife now, maybe because I'm not used to these type of functions.

At first an old man approached us with a glass of wine in his hand. He shook Azezal's hand and greeted him in Italian and they talked something I have no clue about. Then looking at me he gave me a smile with a nod. "Mrs. Pavano I'm delighted to see you." He spoke in english with me, maybe he knows I don't know italian. "You too."

"This is my wife, Sebrina." He introduced his wife to us and she looks so young as per her age, almost my age or is it that he actually married such a young girl? Sebrina was so beautiful and friendly, we exchanged some kind talks and I had an actual urge to ask her about her marriage which I resisted.

Azezal introduced me to other guests by turn. It's kind of a huge gathering, and it's good because it's a lot more easier for me to escape.

Then he pulled me in the dance floor, his hands on my hip and mine on his shoulder. "I thought you didn't like dancing?" "I like everything if it's with you." My hazel eyes sparked looking at his grey orbs. Then I tilted my head down, not meeting his stare cause it's making me feel something I don't want to feel.

He smoothly swung me on my feet with music. "I didn't know you could dance too." I muttered in a surprising tone. "Right. There's a lot of things more you need to know about me." He turned me around and his right arm goes around my back to hold my left hand at my right hip and the right one on my left. His breaths hitting my neck as my back is facing his front and we are whirling with the music. I'm waiting for the music to end because what I'm feeling right now is too much.

"Let's stop. I- I'm thirsty." His proximity literally makes me so fucking nervous everytimd. And the feeling is more like some heartfelt infatuation? I let out a tranquil sigh when he unexpectedly listened to me.

"What do you want to drink, Amore?" I looked at him, arching an eyebrow. He even asks for my preference? "I would like to drink anything intoxicating, will you let me?" "Maybe after the event is over cause I don't want you to act like a maniac infront of everyone here. You know?" "Huh.. you have no idea, my alcohol tolerance is better now." "That we will see later, not now." He ordered an orange juice for me. Fucking orange juice? Nice I look like a kid here.

Then a Russian man came to us and greeted in russian. The look of Azezal face says it all that he doesn't like this man. After shaking Azezal's hand when he forwarded his hand to me for a shake with a grin, I looked at Azezal thinking if he would like it. I understood and decided to act accordingly and greeted him in words only, ignoring his hand which might have hurt his pride.

After a while at last he was busy talking to some other men, although he was stealing glances at me by every chance.

I checked the watch again and again as the time kept passing. I need to get out of here.

It's almost 9. He is talking and drinking, he seems engrossed in the conversation. It's the perfect time. I slowly made my way towards the back gate, trying not to grab anyone's attention.

Hiding, I checked around the surrounding. I took a heavy vase and hid it behind me, thinking there will be any guard here but no it isn't, which is very surprising. This whole mansion is always well guarded 24/7, also the backdoor but today the backdoor is not guarded. Jesus is with me! Yess.

It was quite easy to make my way out of the mansion by the backdoor. When I set a step out of the backdoor gate, finally out of the mansion boundary, I felt truly relieved after days but it feels like after infinity. And the black car Levi mentioned on the note is also parked here.

I was about to take step towards the black car but right then, all of a sudden someone jerked me hard enough and forced me inside another car which just arrived out of nowhere. "Who are you guys! Where are you taking me?" I screamed trying to jerk off their hand off me

They are 3 in number and all of them are masked and are black attired. One of them is driving the car and the other two are on my both sides forcing me not to move. I cried aloud when they fastened their driving, taking me to a place I have no clue about. They spoke things in italian and then one of the guy took a white cloth and started pouring something on it from a glass bottle. I know it must be chloroform, to make me unconscious. Where will they take me after making me unconscious? Horrible thoughts made my body tremble in fear.

"You don't know my husband. He'll kill you all, if he finds out. You still have time, let me go." Maybe this will scare them?

Then all of a sudden the car stopped with a jerk. That was really effective? Did my words really scare them?

I looked out the dark glasses, the car is surrounded with lots of lights coming from other cars. My eyed widened when the kidnappers took out their guns. But before they started firing, a loud bang of shot lit up from outside. My heartbeats fastened. Where am I trapped?

My eyes still close when I'm dragged outside with a gun on my head with those fucking kidnappers. I'm going to die tonight probably.

With the little courage growing inside me, I slowly opened my eyes and saw him right infront of me but a few feets away. Azezal. He's here and he isn't alone. There are more of this guards and men who are pointing their guns towards us. Tears fell down my eyes, seeing him. He'll save me.

But then again the hard metal on my head reminded me I can die any second if the kidnapper pulls the trigger. I closed my eyes again, my heart beating in a rapid pace. The kidnappers sounded to be demanding something in italian. But then the pressure against my head was gone all of a sudden. I opened my eyes and ran straight to his arms without looking back. I cried in his chest, hugging him as if my life depends on him but he didn't hug me back.

I titled my head up to look at him but he didn't look at me either. His eyes fixed behind me. "Remor." He gestured his man with his eyes to take those kidnappers away.

"Get inside the car, Leera." He ordered in a emotionless tone, not even looking at me once, not even asking me if I'm alright. I obeyed, sobbing and gasping. I don't know what's happening anymore. I was supposed to run from him, but here I'm back to him again.

I don't know what's going to happen next but I know one thing, he is mad at me and if he knows I tried to escape this isn't going to turn out good.....

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I wanted to extend the chapter more and then I realized it's 5k+ words! Dang! The longest chapter I have ever written ig.

Spoiler : Next chapter is the chapter you'll have been waiting for :")

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