LEERA POV

He got inside the car and closed the door with a thud. He didn't care to buckle up his seatbelt as he initiated the engine without even having a glance at me. It feels like the silence between us is persisting longer than it should and it's making me kinda anxious now.

Speeding up the car in the dark, he took roads after roads and as much as I got to know some of the roads here, I know it well that he isn't taking me back to the mansion. The car is recklessly speeding up into the darkness more.

Where can the possibly take me? What can possibly be his motive? But I know one thing for sure that he is mad now and when he's mad he does things. Maybe I should have better been with those douchebag kidnappers.

Then the city lights reached my eyes which were soaked in tears of fear and frustration before and then I felt a little relieved thinking he isn't taking me to those dark, scary jungles once again where he made me saw intolerable things in New York which tramatized me, scaring me to my core.

My heart jolted faster when he kept increasing the speed more and it's not fine to drive this fast on a road full of cars. Literally any accident can occur anytime considering the way he is driving. But I still choose to remain silent because the tension between us doesn't seem to be quite well. He still didn't say a word to me or even asked me how am I feeling. And it looks like a bad option to give him any advice about driving now cause his mood looks shitty to a good extent.

I looked his way, finding his eyes fixed on the front and his arms flexed holding the steering wheel as he made a U turn. His sleeves are folded upto his forearm and his whole concentration settled in driving. He looks like a devastatingly hot devil who is so vexed that he can explode anytime soon like a ticking bomb. So charming and ridiculously fine that for a moment I forgot I have been staring at him for a while now.

My eyes are dried now as I fixed my eyes on the window again, looking at the sparkling city lights of Rome. Rome is a very beautiful city in a different way. I haven't visited much places here yet but I have enough idea already by what I have seen so far and read before. It's full of classical, impressive architecture of a mesmerising mix of modern and ancient. It is a living monument to the incredible empire that was tirelessly built, and if ever there was a visible storybook of a people’s incredible power and reign, Rome is it. I have read about Rome before and I also had the urge to visit here as well, but not like this of course.

When I got to know Azezal was italian after we were dating, my dream was to come here with him, visit all the beautiful places with him, where he'll tell me tales and stories of the ancient whenever we step into some great remnant of history and every corner of Rome is filled with those after all.

My mind kept wandering in thoughts and it came to sense when the car ceased with a sudden jerk. It's probably almost 20 minutes of drive and it meant we are actually really distant from the mansion now.

He got out of the car and came to my side to open the door. Taking my hand in his he yanked me out with him and took me inside a 5-6 stored building with his long steps making me feel difficult to match his steps and cope up. Then I'm standing inside the elevator with him without any word, while fidgeting my fingers subconsciously due to the nervousness growing inside me now.

I remained silent the whole time, my tears are dried up by now and my fear is long lost, I'm not scared anymore but the anxiety is still there. What much can he do to me anyway?

Getting out of the elevator, we stopped infront of an apartment which is unknown to me oviously. He put the password on the door and the door opened with a click sound. Without saying anything to me, he got inside and didn't even give me a spare glance. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to stand like a dumbo here waiting for his next command, I got inside after him.

The surrounding here is better than outside, it's not really big but beautiful and posh. Nothing here gives the vibe of ancient ness rather everything looks modern here. My feet halted in the living room as he halted infront of me and turned around.

Finally, his grey orbs met mine for an instant second but his face and expression revealed no emotion as if he is wearing a mask. His face, composure and demeanor stiff and cold just like his body language. After giving me a look of mere second, he moved back and then tossed his blazer on the couch.

He made his way to left corner of the living room where there is a minibar. Grabbing a bottle of vodka, he removed the cork and drank down half of the bottle in huge gulps. His silent behaviour is actually scaring the shit outta me now. It's like the calmness before a thunderstorm.

"Come let's get you intoxicated." He said breaking the silence between us, in his usual neutral voice portraying no emotion in them. My chest rises up and down, up and down as the time is passing as slowly as the earth revolves in a year. He didn't look at me yet. His thumb traced the rim of the bottle mouth carelessly as if it's a sensation itself.

"Aze-" He cut me before his name entirely made out of my lips let alone a sentence. "Come here, Leera." I tried gulping down the intense anxiety I'm feeling at the moment and went near to him. I will not be afraid of him or what he'll do, it makes me appear pathetic. It makes me look helplessly weak and impotent, and I'm not that. In no way I'll let him take the satisfaction of hurting me and seeing me being under his control like a ragg doll. I can't and I will never allow that. I told myself.

As I reached to his side I grabbed the bottle of vodka from his hand and swigged the rest of the liquid content inside the bottle in almost five large gulps, not uttering a single word. The liquor running down my throat felt as like burning my throat, but I gulped down the whole until the bottle was finished.

His eyes locked with mine now as I stared back at his grey orbs. He took the bottle out of my hand keeping it aside on the counter and pulled me closer to him. His hands lingered on my waist. My eyes dropped and I wasn't look at his face anymore, my eyes fixed at his chest as my chest raised up and down. I surely can't help this much of proximity between us, cause it not only drains out all my breaths away but also forces me into some kind of dilusion I don't want to be in.

He made me look at him by tilting my chin up. His eyes scanned my face with an intensity in them as if just by looking at me he can comprehend everything running inside my mind. I stared at him up through my lashes but I couldn't detect any kind of expression as he asked me, "Why were you outside?"

"I wanted some fresh air." I blatantly replied, looking at him already knowing he knows it too well along with seeing it clearly in my face that I'm lying.

"I'll ask again, why were you outside, Leera?" His voice is bolder than before but it can't effect me cause I won't let it. "That doesn't change my answer, Azezal." My responded him with dauntlessness in my voice, as though I regained some nerve inside me.

"I expect your accurate answer when I ask a question. DON'T make me repeat Leera" He deadpanned saying my name. His hands are still holding me with some kind of warmness in them but his words are violently keen, piercing through me like a sharp blade and there is no hint of gentleness the way he's speaking to me.

For a moment my voice turned low due to his upshot my I still replied staring back at him, "I wanted to relax, so I went to the backyard because there were too many people."

"I despise lies." His eyes darkened as he looked dead into my eyes. "Thought you loved them." "Leera, don't play with my patience. I don't want to-" "What? What can you do?" I pushed at his chest hard enough. "Force me? Hurt me? Beat me? Make me see intolerable things? Blackmail me? Or worse kill me?"

He closed his eyes for a moment as if I'm frustrating him with my words. "Leera, stop drifting the topic." "Tell me what do you want to hear? Yes, I did attempt to escape and get to those kidnappers so that they could take me away. Is this what you want to hear!?" My voice raised as I barked at his face.

He left me and gripped the bridge of his nose as if trying to handle his fury. "Do you take me to be a halfwit?" I closed my eyes as the loud sound of glass crashing on the floor filled the entire room. Slowly opening my lids, I saw pieces of glass scattered on the marble floor as he smashed the vodka bottle we drank. My head is feeling heavy with the passing time. "Why don't you understand that it's fucking crazy what you did? It's not New York. It's fucking italy and you have no idea what can happen to you here. If I couldn't get you tonight, if something happened to you-"

"Why do you care? Because I'm your wife and your reputation will low down infront of the world that you can't even protect your wife?" My eyes became moist. "The wife that you forced into this marriage just to gain satisfaction by seeing her hurt."

"Leera-"

"What Leera? I fucking despise my name when it comes out of the mouth of a fucking bloody monster and liar that you are. And it's a hilarious matter how a liar is demanding for truth and claims to despise lie when all his life all he did was lie, lie and fucking LIE!" I shouted the last sentence spitting fire with every word. My lunges burned due to lack of oxygen.

"Remember, all those days when you pretended to be in love with me, did you ever think how you were playing with my feelings which were actual unlike you? Lies after lies and lies after lies and I took them all."

"A liar blaming other's about lying doesn't appear well, does it?" I mocked him in a mere whisper taking a step toward him. I can't let him have a hint about Levi this time, I know if he knows he'll it's going to be so much worse.

He only looked at me in dead silence as if he is forcing himself into tranquility. I took another bottle of vodka and with the tabs cut, the stopper popped out of the bottleneck. Taking two wine glasses from the counter, I filled them up.

"Let's play a game." I said keeping the bottle aside on the table and syared at him. "It's called the lying game." I forced a grin after sucking in a breath. "I'll ask you five questions and you'll ask me five questions in return but the twist is everytime you think the other person is lying, you need to remove anything you're wearing. And the one who can't detect the other person's lies and loses-" I eyed the two glasses filled with vodka. "Will drink two of these glasses whole."

I don't know what am I doing anymore but anything if it takes to drift his thoughts apart from this situation right now. His face bewildered but he didn't resist or hold out against this.

"First question. Why did you marry me?" I asked looking at him, my voice low and quiet. For a moment I thought he won't answer or cope with this due to the time he was taking. "Because you are mine." He eyes lingered on my face as he said the words.

"Lie. I'm not yours." A miserable smile formed my lips as I raised my hands to my ears and removed the ruby earrings which matched my wine red dress. "Your turn." I muttered putting the earrings on the counter.

He kept staring at me until he uttered the words. "Your motive was to escape tonight, wasn't it?" His arms wrapped on his chest. "Yes, It was." He didn't do any movement which simplified he knew I wanted to escape and it's not like he is a doltish who can't understand it.

"Second question. Why are you trying to show that you care for me lately? I already know the answer what you want from me but I want to hear it from you." I leaned against the counter. "Caring for you isn't a show and it's not something for which I expect anything back from you. You are my wife. I care for you and I always will."

I almost laughed, "Clichè. Mr. Azezal pavano, never thought you to be a corny jokes type of person and never could imagine you saying these chessy words after years." I sneered and slipped out of my stilettos. "This mere lie itself doesn't even suit you at worse." I slipped out of my stilettos and flinged them anyway on the floor.

"Do you still love me?" He asked with an intense ness in his voice now, as if too eager to hear the answer even if he knows what's coming for him. A vein appearing at the side of his forehead as he awaits for my respond. The corners of my mouth lifted up into a smile and that kind of smile already assured him everything before my replying, "N.O." I don't. I never can again probably. But now why does he even care for this shit when there's no meaning to it?

He stood leaning against the counter watching me, his arms folded on his chest, no movement. So he believed it as he should.

I peered at him, tilting my head high, "Next question. Will I ever be able to get out of this hell you bought me in?" "No. I'll never let you go. I can never and you will not want to leave either after sometime."

I sniggered at this. "God you are planning to lose this game intentionally, aren't you?" I touched the back of my dress and unzipped it, letting it fall freely around my feet, leaving my body half naked just in a lacy bra and thong that too in wine red. As he said his favourite but the only thing was I never put them on for him. It was totally unintentional.

A new hint of colour changed his face as he checked me out from my head to toe as I stepped out of the dress but his face still refused to show much of expressions.

One last stare and he grabbed a glass of vodka that was sitting on the counter for a while now, and gulped it down whole even before the game is over. A vein popped out his neck as he set the glass back on the table. "I needed it." I didn't say anything just nodded and waited for his next question.

"Will you give me another chance to prove myself and give this marriage a chance." He asked leaving me clueless with his question. Where are these questions coming from? His new motive to seduce me into his trap? There's no need for it anymore. "I don't know." That's all I said and he nodded.

I hesitated for a second but still questioned him with some kind of affliction I felt in my heart but a slight smile of melancholy "Why did you do so much for me when all you were doing was cheating on me?" It's true that he did everything he could to make me smile, lighten my mood everytime I'm unhappy, fill my mind with bliss when I'm sad. God, I felt so real, so true that anyone can't believe it wasn't love rather he was cheating on me. I could blindly trust him with everything and I always did. In the end all I got was his deception and lies.

"I never cheated on you." That's all he said looking into my eyes, with no explanation any further with a stiff face, as if he is telling the truth not lying. It's like you got so good at lying that you don't even give a hint to other that you're lying.

I didn't say a word as I stared back at him and unhooked my bra letting it slip off, leaving my bosoms bare with no expression this time. A shiver ran down my spine as his eyes took in my movement and I almost feeling him touching, sucking, nibbling on my boobs just by the way he's glancing. My nipples hardened into beads at his stare.

"Cazzo" A curse left his mouth as he bought the other glass of vodka to his mouth and swilled the liquor, shutting his eyes.

"Your turn." I muttered although I'm panicking inside now. He opened his eyes setting the glass aside and looking back at my face, "Didn't you come up with this game just to agonize me with what I can just see, not touch or feel?"

I breathed and then forced a smile. "No." Cause you'll get what you want tonight and then it will be over.

"Last question. Did you ever love me for real?" Our eyes locked didn't betray any emotion. After a second he replied, "Yes." For a moment it felt real, but the next second it diminished just like his other lies.

I took off the last piece of my clothing and tossed it on the floor. Here I'm all naked for his eyes to explore but a lot more.

I know what he wants. He just wants my virginity. Once he gets the taste, he'll be over me. He'll be bored of me and leave me. Isn't this what will happen?

I never planned this but in order to drift his attention so that it doesn't go anywhere near to I got someone's help and risk Levi's life and make him suspect me more. Now here I'm clueless and oblivious of what I'm doing even if I'm in my proper sense now.

His eyes roamed every inch of my body taking in my every slight movement as they should. His jaw set tight as he stared between my thighs for scant seconds at the part he never saw before. Then his eyes slowly raised upto mine as if memorising everything he's watching. I could clearly see the hunger in the grey eyes of the beast while he tried to maintain his tranquility.

Here I'm entirely naked and he's covered and dressed in his shirt and slacks. And there is one more thing, what I can see in his eyes is not only lust, but also something else so deep I don't understand and don't want to sense.

The atmosphere turned more chilly as I stepped near him and closed the gap between us. Putting my hands on his neck, I finally closed the smallest proximity between us.

"Look what your lies did to me." The words left my mouth in a mere whisper and I smiled before pressing my lips against his.

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I'm a literal bish here to end the chapter like this :))

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