LEERA POV

My eyes try to flutter open but it feels arduous like frailty and weakness is consuming me. I feel as if I'm carrying a heavy weight on my head. Moving my body a bit, I whimper because of the slight pain in my whole body.

Taking my time, I darted my eyes open and got in contact with the sight of the white ceiling above. Slowly I turned my head to the left and right side taking in the surrounding environment around me. I see that it's our room.

Different sorts of machines are placed throughout the room. The familiar beeping device next to me monitoring my vitals along with the IV that leads directly into my arm.

What happened to me? The question arises and instantly a sudden hit of pain on my head jerks me off completely. I touch it and find a bandage wrapped around my swollen head.

"Mrs. Pavano, you're awake!" A woman who appears to be a nurse approaches me. She holds my hand and helps me into sitting position. I moan in distress as I hurt myself more while moving. "Please don't touch. I'll call the doctor." She stops me when I try to touch the bandage on my head again. Helplessly sighing I set my hands on my lap and slant back on the pillow.

The doctor arrives a few moments later and she checks on me. "How are you feeling now?" She asks and I silently reply, "Fine I guess."

"What happened to me?" I ask in a low voice. "You suffered from a panic attack last night." Then I give her a confused stare. Yeah I did but that can't be the reason for why I am in this condition. As much as I can comprehend it's not because of that and it looks way worse than that but the pain in my head is making me feel like I lost half of my memory and can't think of anything except the inflicting pain.

She continues to make me out of my confusion. "Your housekeeper informed me about your panic attack last night and said how she helped you recover. Today your blood pressure dropped suddenly and you fainted. You were possibly anywhere near the stairs while it occurred and you lost your balance then fell down the stairs." I unintentionally nod my head and another strike of pain jolts me in the procedure. "Ahh."

"Are you facing any difficulties? I mean any mental stress or anything?" I bit my lip not knowing what to reply her. "Not really." I lie. I'm not fine in both mental and physical state. "Alright. Don't stress over anything. I'll inform Mr. Pavano that you're awake." My mouth dries up thinking about seeing him.

"NO," I realize I said it too loud. "I don't think I'm in a good condition now. I need to rest for a while. Please don't call him now."

"Okay as you please. And you'll be okay in a few days. Take bed rest and the nurse will always be here if you need anything." She assures me with a kind smile and takes her leave.

After that the nurse made me drink half a bowl of soup. I forcefully let it sunk down my throat as I lost all of my appetite from yesterday. "Please, you need to drink this entire bowl." "I don't want to." I shoved the bowl away and gladly she didn't force me anymore.

"Can you give me some time alone? And please don't inform anyone that I'm awake for now. I mean- I don't want to see anyone now."

"Alright. Take some rest." Hopefully she listens to me. When I finally hear the door close after she left, I feel the inner agony hunting me again. Remorse washes down my soul. The agony and remorse which didn't let me sleep last night.

I wish I wasn't here where I'm now. I wish I wasn't in this condition rather death. I wish I was truly dying instead of dying out of guilt.

Everything was my fault, wasn't it? I'm the one to blame for being dumb and trapping Levi into this maze. If not for me Levi would have never been involved in anything.

Now he is no more. A fresh tear slips down my eye, followed by another. Because of me. All because of me.

*Flashback*

"You're right. This isn't him but I want you to watch the video next." The voice which sounds to be familiar says out of the blue and he shoves the phone back to my hand.

Hearing that somehow made me calm for the shortest period of time until another jolt of surprise catches me off guarded as I see the face of the person. "Louis?"

He gives me a soft smile and then it disappears like it never existed. "What are you doing here? I mean-Are you alright?" I ask over excitedly cause I'm seeing him after so long and that too after that deadly accident he went through. Azezal nearly killed him but thank god he looks fine now.

"I'm fine and in a whole piece." He answers and then let's out a breath. "I have been trying to get to you for days."

A wave of realization strikes me. "So you were L? Who was sending me those letters?"

"Yes. I tried to free you from Azezal when you were in Italy too. But that didn't go as I planned cause you were kidnapped by Azezal's enemies before you could get to the airport. Then I tried to reach you several times more but didn't succeed. The last chance I got, I sent you a letter. I hope you got it. I couldn't say much in the letter cause it was quite a risk if anyhow the letters couldn't get to you and got to the wrong hands. So I didn't reveal my identity there."

"Your husband is concealing a big truth from you." - that's what was written in the letter. But I left it aside for a while thinking I'll tell Azezal about it when I get a proper time but then I completely forgot to talk to Azezal about it. A part of me was also afraid of ruining the thing between us which was just at the amending stage.

But what can that message possibly indicate to?What did he mean by that? What can Azezal hide from me?

"I don't know Leera if I'm doing the right thing but you need to know this. The man you are married to, your husband did something that you don't know. And you can't forgive him for that ever."

"I know how Azezal forced you into marriage by blackmailing you with Levi. I won't be able to stay much longer cause if anyone sees us together it'll be a problem. But before going I'm telling you to watch the video and then whatever you'll come to conclusion, know that he is responsible for it. The news that the article and newspaper published about Levi Miller's death, it's all fake. Azezal did it to conceal the truth from the world. To protect himself. The real truth lies in the video. It will answer all your questions." He mutters in a breath and I utterly pause in perplexity. I'm totally puzzled up trying to perceive what he is saying.

"Keep this phone with you secretly. You will need it. Contact me with it."

Before he walks away his eyes rest on the phone in my hand as he directs me with a nod to tap on the play button to watch the video and then leaves through the exit door. When I'm left in the washroom alone, I gulp down a lump of air before tapping the play button to initiate the video.

The video begins and goosebumps peep on my skin. I see a dark cell on the screen. The only source of light is a dull bulb in the video. My eyes almost start to weep as I see him under the light. Levi is tied up to the chair with chains around his ankles and wrists. His condition looks so worsely adverse. This must be the time when Azezal kidnapped him to blackmail me.

My eyes wide open when I see a person in a black attire hit his body with a rod so barbarically as if he isn't hitting an alive person. He groans in agony with every hit and those assholes only laugh and continue their cruelties on him. They are all masked so that none can see their faces.

Then another person kicks him to the floor. He falls down with a loud thud. He can't move, he can't fight back. My heart clenches tightly as tears run down my eyes. I don't want to see this. No no. Panicking, I palm my mouth not to cry and scream out.

Then I see the scene that I feared the most to see- A gun pointed at him and it was a mere moment after I heard a gunshot. I become a complete statue as the screen instantly goes black. I can't see anything anymore, I can only listen to his screams full of agony until a few more gunshots were audible and then it's all silence. I can't hear him anymore, I can't hear his screams full of pain anymore, which simplified only one thing that he was no more.

* * * * * *

"Mrs. Pavano, it's time for your medicine." The nurse hands me a few medicines with a glass of water. I swallow them all at once. I'm actually feeling way better after a long sleep.

"Where is he?" I ask the nurse quietly. "Who? Mr Pavano? He was here with you the whole time you were sleeping. He just went away a while ago before you woke up. He asked me to call him after you wake up." "Oh. No need to call him." Her eyebrows tilt up in confusion. Of course she would be thinking it's weird that I'm continuously resisting to meet my husband. But honestly I have no urge to see him. After knowing the truth.

Her eyes settle behind my left side. I don't have to look to know who is it. Just the way her face shifted to another expression I know who is standing there. Then she nods at the particular person I don't want to face and leaves without a word.

"Why do you think there is no need to call me?" I don't intend to look at him but his words tilt my head to the other direction to face him. He's in a white shirt, hair kinda ruffled but he manages to look handsome as always.

But the way I'm staring at him now is completely different. I feel dejected and dispirited at the sight of the very person I end up loving the most always. All that I can see in him is a grave sin that I can never forgive.

I remain silent as he approaches me and drawing out his hands from his pockets he holds mine. I watch his every move as his big ones encage my petite ones. He places a kiss right above the ring which has his name engraved on it. All I want to do now is jerk my hands off and throw the ring away.

"Answer me." He draws back my attention to him. "I didn't want to disturb you." I answer in short.

"Oh yeah. That's why you didn't tell me that you suffered from a panic attack last night when I wasn't home? Not only that but also you refrained the housekeeper from informing me. Now this? What makes you think it's not necessary for me to know any of it?" His voice suddenly raises up. He hasn't raised his voice on me for a while. I meet his eyes and see it's full of fury but still he's holding my hand with patience.

My eyes lower to where my hand is secured in his and a tear slips down. How could he do this to me? Why? I loved him. Trusted him. Gave him another fucking chance going against my morals. Only for him to be a betrayer?

"Fuck. I'm sorry Amore. Don't cry please." He holds my face in his huge palms and make me face him. "It was my fault too. I have been so goddamn busy I didn't pay much attention on you. I'm sorry." I nod slowly. He places a gentle kiss on my head and then hugs me making sure he doesn't hurt me in the procedure. Only if you knew how much you mentally hurt me.

He caresses my hair. "Don't hide anything from me." I wish you did the same then anything wouldn't have happened.

********

3 days later

I have been counting days. Counting how many days he can lie to me more. Ever since I had the accident he isn't leaving my side. I'm a lot better now with regular dose of medicines and proper medications. Also I can walk and move completely fine. Even though doctor asked me to be careful and not to stress because of my head injury.

Today I convinced him to go back to office after a lot of persisting. I don't want his presence near me. It's fucking agony how much I want to cry whenever he's near me but can't.

As long as he is with me it makes me feel suffocated due to the guiltiness and the pain I feel everytime I look at him. God? How can someone be so good at pretending that everything feels so fucking real as if he didn't kill my bestfriend for nothing and concealed everything from me.

'How could you ever love someone this heartless, Leera?' I question my own self but no reply comes on response.

But now I'm Pathetically stirred to a version of myself I never thought existed inside me. I'm at this point of life I don't want to think about any right or wrong. I'm done with everything. I'm done with him.

I hear the shower run that implies he is in the shower currently. I take a long breath before getting up from bed and walking towards the console table where his phone is kept.

I try to remember what Louis told me to do and act accordingly. First remove the SIM card from his phone. Then attach the SIM card to the SIM reader device just like we attach the SIM card in the mobile phone. After that attach the SIM reader to the adapter and attach the adapter to the phone I gave you. As soon as you do that you'll see a window pop up in your phone screen. It will give you an option of yes or no. Click on yes and wait until the process completes. As soon as the process completes click okay.

I did exactly as he told me to. And immediately hide the device and phone he gave me after doing it. The bathroom door opens and I watch him come out with a hint of smirk as he pulls me in for a kiss. "Weren't you supposed to be in bed?" He asks as he carries me in bridal style.

"I can walk Aze. And I wanted to see you off before you go to office. It feels sad that I have to stay away from you the whole day you know? I'll miss you." Lie tastes bitter on my tongue and I wonder from when did I become such a good liar.

I draw circles on his chest, fixing my vision down, trying not to let my tears escape my eyes. I don't want to look at his eyes and feel any sort of regret cause all I'm doing is for my bestfriend who's life he unsympathetically killed. I should have no emotions for a killer.

"And you are also the one forcing me to go to office. I can stay with you if you want." He remarks. "No need. You go and get back as soon as possible. That's it." "Is anything bothering you Amore?" He asks starring at me while putting me on bed. "No? I'm totally fine." I try to lighten up my mood so that I don't make him suspicious. "You're getting late? Remember you have a meeting an hour later."

"Why do I feel like you're trying to hide something from me?" He arches an eyebrow. I finally look at him. "What can I hide from you?" "Absolutely nothing." He pinches the bridge of my nose. "I have my ways to find everything out."

"Maybe." I wrap my legs near to my chest and say to him, "You're getting late by the way."

"My morning fest?" He grins. "Go to kitchen and make yourself." "Not a wifey thing to say." He dramatically frowns.

I try to smile and lean in to peck his lips only for him to wrap his hands around my neck and satisfy his hunger himself. I can't take this. Each moment is filling me with the feeling of culpability.

He dresses up and then comes to me again. "Call me anytime you need, Okay?" I quietly nod as he kisses my head. When he finally leaves, I cry. Cry so hard until I can't breath. And now crying has become my another relief.

*Flashback*

I can't forgive myself for what Levi has been through because of me. How much I cry over his death won't change a thing. I had panic attack last night due to the anxiety caused by thinking about him.

How am I supposed to believe my husband killed my childhood bestfriend? How can someone be this cruel?

The housekeeper saw me and helped me to calm down while I was having a panic attack. I told her not to inform him anything and I was glad she didn't. I also went to sleep early just to ignore him and not to show him my condition.

Then the next day I choose to wake up late so that he leaves and I don't have to face him again. Now the unexpected accident due to falling down the stairs have me in this condition. But I desire death over living. Dying would be great enough than living with remorse and repentance.

I got up from bed limping due to the pain in my limbs and the dizziness on my head is alarming me I can fall down anytime. Still I walk my way towards the closet and close the door. I search the closet for my bag and then that phone which Louis gave me to contact him.

I sat down on the floor not able to stand anymore. I rest against the wall as I feel giddy and unsteady. Tapping on the screen, the phone lights up. I feel like I'm dazed but I know what I should be doing.

I search the call log for his number and when I find it I call him immediately. Tears keep falling down my eyes, my head hurts like hell.

"Hello, Louis?" Cames in my shaky voice as soon as he answers the call.

"I need your help. Tell me what to do. I'll do anything to get him behind the bars. I want him suffering for whatever he did to Levi. I'll do anything to show the world real colours of Azezal Pavano and get Levi the justice he deserves. I want him to recompense." I cry out pathetically.

I can forgive him for every single thing he ever did to me but this one I can never.

'Levi, you will have your justice. And even if I die to get you that I'll. He'll face every possible dread he made you go through. You lost your life for my sake and now I'll give up my everything if that costs me your justice.' This was the only mantra on my head.

** *** **

The door of Azezal's office room in our apartment only opens with his fingerprint. So it always remains locked when he isn't in the office. That's why its impossible to get inside. I have to get in there anyhow to put on the secret microphone and collect a few files and information from his laptop.

It's 9 at night. He came back early as he promised and then we ate dinner together. After dinner he said that he had done work and went to his office room where I desperately need my entrance.

What should I do? Just go in there?. I decide to make him coffee so that I can enter his office room. Before I heed towards his office room with a coffee mug, I leave a text to Louis.

Me : Keep check on the CCTV.

Louis : They are already down.

He's not one, three steps ahead of me always. Inhaling one deep breath I walk to the direction of his office room and knock on the door. He utters a stiff, "Come in."

"I made you coffee." Walking inside, I force a smile on my face. His eyes trail up from the laptop screen to my face as he rises an eyebrow at me. "You are supposed to be resting not making me coffee."

I put the mug on his desk. "Don't start again please. I'm bored laying on bed the whole day. And how long will you be working?" I take a stare around while talking to him. He takes the mug and sips, "An hour or two more. You go to sleep, Leera." He basically orders me. Nodding I was almost intending to get out, thinking I can't do anything anyway. Then suddenly I hear his phone ring and my steps grow slower.

I get out of the door and then stay at the side so that he can't see me and wait to see what he does. After that I see him get out of the office while taking on the phone. I take the chance and get inside the room again.

I keep my eyes on the door and taking out the small microphone from my sweatpants, I bent down under his desk. As per the instruction Louis gave me, I place the microphone right on the beneath side of his desk. I look at the direction of the door again, to make sure if he is coming or not.

I press the start button of his laptop and it asks for password. It was supposed to be open as he used it just now. Where am I supposed to get password now? Fuck fuck he may arrive anytime!

I start trying out numbers and codes which could possibly be the password.

His birthday? Tapping the numbers on the keyboard, I check it. No. My birthday? I put it but it says wrong password again. What can it possibly be? I try out a few more numbers and letters which could possibly be the password but nothing matched.

Then suddenly a memory flashes through my head. Can his password be still the same as it was years before? I don't think it can be but I still try putting it. Finally, with no hope I put on the code that I thought to be zero possibility of being his laptop password as the last attempt.

"LPR67257." I say the letters clicking them on the keypad. My heart escapes a beat when the laptop blinks open.

*Flashback*

"Don't you want your birthday present?" He asks me while I'm eating my own birthday cake that he bought. It's our first year of dating, so my first birthday with him. He was acting as if he didn't know it's my birthday but ended up showing at my apartment with a cake right at 12. It's not like I care about my birthday too much but it's different spending with him.

"Oh my god? You bought me a gift too?" I mutter dramatically giggling. I keep the fork down and extend my hands towards him for the gift. "Not like this. Close your eyes and you're allowed to open when I'll tell you" I laugh but still listen to what he says. My hands still eagerly extended towards him for the present.

But instead of getting anything I felt his hand clamp mine as he pulls me up on my feet and starts to take me somewhere with him. "Where are you taking me?" "You'll see Amore. Be patient." I follow his steps and then he takes me up the stairs. After some moments we stopped and then he finally tells me to open my eyes. I open my eyes and see we are in the rooftop with the perfect view of the sky and city.

Then he hands me a document like paper folded with a ribbon. "What's this?" I ask bewildered, arching an eyebrow. He leans against the fence crossing his arms on his chest as he watches my every move and reaction. "Open it."

I untie the ribbon and go through the words on the paper. My eyes widen in shock. "What the hell? You bought me a Star?" "Thought that would be the most unique gift to give you. A gift which will always remind you of me whenever you look at the sky and will also remind you to shine in the darkest nights." My eyes glitter with years as I stare at him.

A faint smile graces his handsome face, "I named it Amore." He continues stepping closer to me, "And the registration number of the star is LPR67257."

My hands make their way through his soft hair as I tiptoe and kiss his lips.

"Wanna see your star?" He querys and I nod with excitement and delightness. Then he shows me the star in the sky that he named after me.

*********

I can't process the thought that he still didn't change the password after all those things. The registration number of that star is still his password after so many years. I gulp down a lump of pain and try to ignore the feeling my heart is shoving at my face at the moment.

Taking out the pendrive I put it in the laptop and collect the informations and datas that Louis asked me to. When I'm done I turn it off with haste and pull the pendrive out of the laptop.

After I'm all done, I rush towards the door but the pendrive suddenly slips down my hands and falls on the carpet. Hesitantly I bent down to take it and finally getting it when I turn around intending to leave, my body halts. All the hairs on my neck rises up.

Goosebumps peep on my skin as I see him leaning against the door frame, watching me. My fingers curl up around the pendrive in a tight clench. I can't read his mysterious grey eyes at this moment but one thing I'm sure of is I'm dead.

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