Your every lie, I'll believe it to be true. I'll defend you against my discernment too. Ruin me, still I'll remain inundated with you. Nothing can change my love for you.

AZEZAL POV

Terror yet some kind of valiant reflected in her eyes as she stood unmoving a few feet away from me. I kept my eyes fixed at her face but it didn't go out of my notice how the fingers of her left hand curled inwards, clenching the small object like her life dependent on it.

She attempts to change her facial expression trying to fool me with her keen smile and calmness as if I can't see she's pretending. I'm no fool even if I have been intentionally playing one. That too only for her.

"What are you doing here, wifey?" My lips stretch up into a grin as I approach her. "Didn't I tell you to go to bed?" She blinks and opens her mouth to reply but her mouth seems to dry up with every step I'm proceeding near her. After a breathless moment she replies, "Um yeah! I-"

"Hm you?" I take another step closer, crossing my arms on my chest. She tries to hide the pendrive from my view at first but then she realizes it's completely pointless cause I already saw it.

When it's just a few inches gap between us she holds the pendrive infront of my face, thinking she has no other way to escape here, "I came to give you this. Maybe it's yours." Smartass. I arch an eyebrow and she continues, "The staff found it while cleaning."

Nodding with an understanding face, I extend my hand towards her and she silently places the pendrive on my palm. The slight flash of dither and reluctance wasn't unheeded.

She stares at the pendrive a mere second with a hint of demur before her eyes trail up to my face. Then her lips pull up in a short-lived smile, "Come to bed soon." Her smile was contrived.

With every lie coming out of her mouth I feel some sort of rocks being thrown straight at my face. My essence is mocking and jeering at me.

I have this ability to detect lies just by watching someone's facial expression and it's never easy to conceal lies from me. Quite experienced I would say. And also my whole life, I have not been able to forgive someone who repents for lying.

When every other person who knows me, fears to speak to me thinking they would lie by mistake and here's my wife lying to me with her poor attempts at lying and pretending skills.

Now here I'm refraining myself and swallowing her every lie like it's nothing. None dares to lie to me and it's astonishing how my wife is doing it so effortlessly.

I can see it in her eyes how disappointed she was when she placed the pendrive on my hand. I can clearly sense how much she intends to rush out of here at the first chance she gets, but when she takes just two steps past me, I grip her hand enforcing her to cease her movement.

She tenses under my touch and I know how highly strung she is without even looking at her. In the next second, I pull her back to her place and she is in front of my eyes again. Her face looks petrified, thinking I got a hint of something. She gulps down, not daring to look straight into my eyes more than a few seconds.

"It's not mine. Maybe yours." I act dumb again releasing her hand. She looks up at me abruptly, her eyes sparking with new hope and anticipation as if she has already completed her mission. "Let me see!" I extend my hand towards her which has the pendrive.

"Oh yeah you're right! It's mine. No wonder it looked so much familiar. I have my education stuffs in it. Thank God I found it." She fakes a sigh of relief. "The accident had me losing half of my memory I guess." She cackles lightly. I was wrong her pretending isn't even poor or so-so, it's awful cause I can literally read her like an open book.

Maybe I'm very much of a good detector or maybe her endeavors at lying are truly not good at all. The lies taste bitter from her tongue. And a different kind of feeling enrages me with her every lie. And this feeling from the very person you love is absolutely the worst of all.

I have been sensing everything. Her being strange and how her hugs and kisses aren't the same like they aren't due to the same love they were before. I can sense it too how she isn't comfortable with me since a few days. And the unpredictable thing she did to my phone this morning which was to let someone hear all my conversations on the call. It left me utterly speechless and astounded. How could Leera do this?

I went out of the office room just to give her the space with whatever she wanted to do here cause I know she came here for a reason too. And I clearly know it too what she did in here. There's certainly another person who's manipulating her into these but the thing about her going against me like that was unexpected and of course hurtful. I just need to know the reason, who's behind all these and for that I need to play the way she's playing with me.

"I'll sleep." She utters and then exists the door with haste as if I'll chase after her. I let her take the pendrive with her in which she collected some sorts of significant information too. Knowing exactly what the pendrive contains, I still let her do whatever she wanted just because I hated it when her face looked down hearted and turned gloomy after she handed me the pendrive as if she failed herself.

And I'll also gladly let her ruin me if that's what will get her face lightened up just like when she got the pendrive back.

* * * * * *

She stirs in her sleep when she feels the bed dip beside her. Her eyes slowly open as she senses my presence too close. She looks up at me with her beady half-sleepy eyes which are sparkling in the dim light. I move a strand of hair from her face, "Aze?..." Her voice a faint whisper.

"Shush. No words." I unbutton my shirt staring at her. Her mouth slightly hang open, still not entirely out of her slumber state. When I'm done unbuttoning, I fling the shirt on the other side of bed. She freezes and stares at me with questioning eyes when my hands proceed to unbutton her pajama top.

"What are you doing?" she murmurs and when the cold air touches her skin, she flinches. You don't know Leera, it's fucking killing me knowing you're lying to me and I'm holding myself back.

Her breathing rate intensified and her chest rising up and down with every breath she takes as I brush a finger from the top of her cleavage, between the swell of her breasts, running it down from the valley to her belly button. "You'll only speak if you want me to stop." Next moment her pants along with her thong is pulled down with a sudden jerk leaving her stunned.

"I-" she tries to speak again but halts when I abruptly unclip her bra in no time and then I steal her next breath too landing my lips on her tender ones. "Don't ask me to stop tonight, please," I mutter against her lips. An unintentional breathless moan escapes her mouth which she was trying to suppress.

"I want to fuck you senseless till all you remember is me." And all I remember is I have you. I own you. I possess every part of you.

I tap her temple after sucking her breaths out, "Nothing else should be in this pretty head of yours. It should be filled with me"

She gulps down a lump of air before I bend down and take her peaky nipple bud in my mouth giving it a light bite and making her whimper in response. Her mouth hangs open again when she tries to utter something but only a desperate moan leaves her parted lips.

"No talks tonight. I want to hear your moans only." She probably couldn't even process my words as my hand made it's way between her thighs in no time. Her loud breaths were the only noice echoing in the room when my fingers parted her folds circling around the sensitive bud. Her pussy soaking wet for me like everytime, eagerly seeking my touch.

Rubbing a finger on her clit, I leaned down and bit her earlobe hard enough to leave a mark, "perché mi menti, amore? non sai che ti amo?" (Why do you lie to me, love? Don't you know I love you?) She doesn't understand but as I whisper the words in her ears, her whole body tenses and shakes almost reaching her orgasm. Right then I remove my hand from there. She's panting and looking at me with a disturbed face cause she certainly didn't like the casement of my hand.

I move a strand from her beautiful face, "I want you to cum when my cock is inside your sweet cunt." She looks at me with desire and want. Her body surely wants me but I don't know about her mind in this stage. I wish I had the superpower to know what's going inside her head too and make her feel better with everything bothering her. Fix everything that is making her turn back from me.

"Do you want this?" I ask for confirmation cause I don't want to force her into this if she isn't willing too. I can clearly see hesitation in her apart from her body's desire for which I'm utterly hating myself. She stares at me and a tiny drop of tear slips down her eye disappearing in her hairline, followed by another one. Why are you crying after making me question everything I have ever done?

"No tears, love. I maybe a devil but I'm still not capable of seeing you cry." Our eyes remain locked for a while and then she quietly nods.

I love you more than anything else in this world, Leera. How am I going to convince myself what's happening between us when it was meant to be only truth and love?

My face hardened and jaw set as I push everything past behind my head and remove my slacks along with boxers before I throw her legs up my shoulder. When my tip pokes her entrance, she clenches her eyes shut which somewhat bothers me way too much.

It's been almost a week since we last made love. Things weren't the same between us after the accident and I wanted to give her time to heal. But now the atmosphere is completely different between us as if seven days were enough to shatter the affection bond we created.

"Eyes open Amore. I want to look at those hazel orbs when I make you feel out of this world. Those feeling your eyes will speak won't be able to lie to me at least." Her eyes slowly open and I can sense her repeatedly thinking about my words in her head. She swallows as vague comprehension hits her.

She looks at me and then her eyes reflect several emotions. Guilt, pain, desire and a lot more unidentifiable ones along with that hidden unfadable love. She obeys me without any objection as if submitting herself to me.

"Tell me if I hurt you or if you want me to stop." Keeping our eyes locked, I deep thrust inside her in one go and she bites her lip. Her moans couldn't be sealed inside her mouth for long and within a while we both were chasing our orgasms. We reached our high and I released after her and then I kissed her above her forehead like everytime I did after our love making session.

When I clean her up neither she says anything nor looks at me as if she has been lost in another world. After I'm done all she does is silently pull the blanket up her body and turn to the other side. Is she repenting this? A sheer pain afflicts me with the thought.

I get inside the blanket and pull her close to me. I'm glad that she let's me without any reluctance. I don't want her to know that I know she's lying and hiding things from me and stay as we were before forever. It's also fucking agonizing that I know what she's doing cause I'm the one who is letting her do everything.

I wish I could tell you everything now. But I can't because I can't take any more risk. I need to get to the person who is behind all these before I tell you everything.

Inhaling her lavender scent, I kiss her hair. Right at the moment the clock strikes 12 o'clock making a sound.

I smile and mutter against her hair "Happy birthday Amore. ti amo più di ogni altra cosa in questo mondo." (I love you more than anything else in this world.)

I know she heard me but she doesn't move or flinch. She doesn't utter a single word probably to make me think she's sleeping or maybe she prefers not to speak at all. I know one more thing for sure that she is silently weeping now for something I'm somewhat also responsible for. And for that I hate myself more with every fucking second passes by.

** ** ** **

I inhale a lump of smoke and utter to Ethan, "The leader of Blood Reapers is Louis Acardo." I pause as his expression changes with the brand new information. "He is the one who planned everything and also the main culprit of my mother's death who has been in secrecy all these years."

"What?" He exclaims. "Why would he do that?" "I dont know that yet. I have got to know about it two days before. We have been suspecting the wrong person and the people I killed before were his plays too." I take another puff of smoke, "I suspect he's behind my company accusations and everything going on."

"How did you find about him?" I lean against the chair. "My men have been investigating the case of Antonio's death. I kept police apart from this case and we are handling it ourselves. That's where my suspect came out right. They were the same gang who caused his death and my mother too years before. Later we got to know the leader is no other than fucking Louis." I cackle. "Unexpected right? We have been growing together from childhood and he has been infront of my eyes."

"What can be the possible reason? Because of breaking marriage with his sister?"

"That can't be the reason. There's definately more to it which is still out of our sight." I puff out a cloud of smoke.

"It won't be easy to get to him now that he probably sort of knows that you know its him." Ethan remarks. "I know what I should do and how to." Crushing the burning cigarette in the ashtray, I glare at it. "My hands will be on him real soon and then he'll be grieving his own dead."

** ** ** **

"What are you planning for my birthday, dear husband?" Entering the dinning room, she sits on my lap. "So last night you were awake, huh?" She grins, "I was but too senseless and too tired to respond. As you said you wanted to fuck me senseless till all I remember is your name." She mocks making the words sound hilarious.

I chuckle wrapping my hands on her waist, "Did I succeed?" "Hmm... you know it." She murmurs and I smirk.

"By the way thank you and only wishes or gifts won't do. I want celebration, a party." I nod thinking what could be running in this pretty head of hers cause she never likes to celebrate her birthday with lights and glam. Either way I'll still let my girl have her day. "That's a must."

"I want to invite all of my friends. I have not met them since a while you know. My college friends and Internship friends too. Do you have a problem with it?" She caresses my stubble beard running her fingertips on my cheekbones. "My girl is so obedient, even asking for my permission," I arch an eyebrow grinning.

"Your obedient girl after all," she releases a sigh and stares at me with the eyes I can never say no to. "So do you permit?" "Hmm. You can invite whoever you want."

She looks into my eyes, "I'm calling Levi then, he'll gather others." She put emphasis on his name. I see some kind of audacity and daringness sparkle in her eyes as they hold onto mine. That's all it takes for my understanding.

She knows about Levi. Fucking fuck?

I wanted to tell her everything by my own before she gets to know about it. I was about to tell her anytime soon but now what I saw in her eyes was enough for my comprehension that she already knows. A remorse and guilt builds up in me as she breaks our contact straightening herself, standing on her feet.

She silently takes her seat, "Let's eat. Breakfast is getting cold." She doesn't bother giving me a second glance after the conversation was over. I notice how all her attention diverted to something else.

What is she planning? How long is she going to lie to me and act like everything is usual? How long are we going to hide under the shadow of lies rather than facing the light of truth?

** ** ** **

I continue pushing the cuff link through the inside cuff between the two buttons. My eyes remain fixed at her as I rotate the clasp to keep the cuffs in place. She's putting on some blush and sets it down when she sees me approaching her.

She's wearing a beige one shoulder ruched slinky midi dress with black heels, looking so ravishing like she always does. Just like a dream. She looks at me through the mirror as I shove my hands inside my pockets, standing right behind her. The words leave my mouth as my eyes keep alluring in her enchantment and spell, "Every time I look at you, I don't want to look away."

Her eyes trail down as she picks up her earrings and start putting them on, "Can't carry the weight of your eyes on me all the time around." "Can't help. My wife is too beautiful to look away." I move her hair to the side and put on the necklace around her neck. Her expression changes and she seems utterly stunned at my sudden action.

It's a beautiful tanzanite pear-shaped necklace with diamonds surrounding the gem and is thin platinum chained. It's eye catching and elegant. "Your birthday gift. What do you think?" She keeps staring at it on the mirror in awe.

She repeats my question at me, "What do you think?" "You look so much prettier with it that it hurt my eyes now." I keep staring at her and it feels like every second is a blessing to my goddamn eyes.

She touches the pendant, "Pretty things are menacing just like rose is beautiful until you get pricked by its thorn and it makes you bleed."

"Make me bleed. I will gladly give away my life drunken in your illusion, blood is nothing." I lean down to her side and she closes her eyes as I kiss her behind her ears. Inhaling her flowery scent, I whisper in her ears, "But how long are you going to lie to me Amore." Her eyes abruptly open and our eyes lock on the mirror.

"Act like you don't know for some more time. Then it'll be over." A wistful smile forms her lips.

"Sure. Anything for your contentment darling." I straighten up and smile back. We both know that we have been lying to each other and playing dumb. Does it make sense to a sane person? If it doesn't we both are genuinely insane.

I sure that she's planned something in the party, I probably have a show incoming for me but I'll rather let her do everything she wants to do to me than stopping her. "Let's go."

We climb down the stairs together and heed towards the garden area where all the arrangements are made. A lot of people are present here. I don't like gatherings but she insisted to invite so many guests and people. I know there is a reason for it and still I ignore the alarm which is ringing for the incoming scene in my ears.

Everybody wishes her as she takes turn to meet everyone. She introduced me to her friends and acquaintances. She has been by my side for a while then she got busy with her friends. A few handshakes and talks kept me engaged but it couldn't divert my attention from her. I'm stealing glances at her every now and then, every chance I get and many times I caught her staring back at me too. The more I stare at her the more it feels not enough. But I can't bear the torture of seeing that artificial smile playing on her face.

I swallow glasses of champagne as I watch her trying to pretend the happiest in front of everyone. I'm too tempted to reach for her, pin her against the wall and make her free off all of her frustrations.

Meeting my gaze from a distance she starts to proceed towards me suddenly, as if reading my eyes and understanding that I want her near. She halts infront of me but before she mutters anything Aaron comes and grabs her hand dragging her with him, "Let's cut the cake. Let's cut the cake" He says to Leera excitedly. "Sure little bud, let's cut it," She says to him after giving me a glance and then Aaron brags her to the table where the cake is set.

Everybody gathers around her as she closes her eyes and wishes something before blowing the candles. Cutting the cake she gives me the first bite, "Thankyou my amazing husband for all these arrangements." Lovely words in her mouth but her eyes speak of something else.

After the cake cutting ceremony everybody gets together for the drinks and she shouts at the top of her lungs, "Cheers to my 26!" This version of her seems entirely different to me as if things changed in the shortest time interval.

I mentally make notes to talk to her after the party. I need to clear up things for fuck's sake.

Everybody raises their own glasses in delight, "Bottoms up!" Before I could hold her she chugs down a glass of champagne and takes the bottle to pour another glass.

I grab the bottle from her. "Leera, you can't drink anymore." She pouts and struggles to take the bottle from me, "Husband, I'm 26! I deserve to get drunk now." All her female friends stare at us in awe as if we are a pinterest worthy couple.

"No. You have drunken enough. No more drinks for tonight." It takes merely a sip to get her tipsy. My wife has very bad alcohol tolerance but she won't admit it even if she's down too bad.

"Okay. Come let's dance then." She takes the bottle from my hand and placing it on the counter, she drags me to the dance floor with her.

"See you're already inebriated." I tell her. "I don't care." She says putting my hands on her hips. "But I do."

"Music Please!" she starts swinging her hips as the music starts to play. Her hands secure on my neck and the spot light remain fixed on us. Everyone's stares are focused on us and our focus only on us.

"Tell me how much you love me." She lazily smiles looking into my eyes and for a second my thinking capability halts at her sudden question.

"Words can never express my love for you Amore," I state moving with her. "Oh really? But I don't believe so." Her murmurs in a teasing manner.

I challenge, "Then prove me wrong." She stares into my eyes for a moment and her teasing smile fades away, "I can't." A small grin forms my mouth in victory.

Suddenly her eyes lower down to my chest and she doesn't look up at all as if holding my gaze hurts her. "What's wrong?" I query her softly. "You surely know the perfect words to get to my heart and then show me how capable you are of the most poisonous actions to break it." My heart sinks down with her every word. Her every word cut deep through my every raw gash. Yes, I deserve to be in double of the pain that I caused her.

As I open my mouth to utter something I'm to sure of, she silences me placing a finger to my lips and the corners of her lips pull up in a rueful smile. She murmurs leaning closer to me, "Shush, no words. Only I get the privilege to speak today cause it's my day." The crowd admires us thinking it to be something romantic.

"You knew what you were doing all the time. You knew it would hurt me, but somewhat it never stopped you," she half heartedly smiles as a tiny drop of tear slips down her eyes and it was wiped off before anyone notice it. I don't know how to clarify myself here, I remain quiet looking at her.

"I wonder what kind of love you love me." I remain silent, ingesting her every word. That's what actually afflicted me the most. Right at heart. The pure Affliction.

If I could, I would set my heart on your hands, and let you tear it apart to see you're in every corner of it. I'll prick myself in the most deadly lethal thorns and can die if that's what it takes me to show my love to you. I can bleed until I can't breath anymore to prove it to you that you are the sole reason I inhale. I can't imagine living a life without you in it, that's what kind of love I love you. I want to tell her everything in my mind but I became completely voiceless after she refused me to speak.

We keep moving as we swag along with the music, holding each others gaze. As much as I look into her eyes I can unravel the curtains of her emotions. She's hurting just like me and trying her best to bury the feelings right where they arise. A lot of people are watching us awestruck, thinking we are having some heartful of romantic conversation but it's quite the opposite here.

"And yes, I called Levi. He didn't pick up." She says out of the blue catching me off guard. "But then it hit me, how could he when he is no more in this world." She pauses for a moment and continues looking death into my eyes, "And that too because my dear husband killed him." She sounds as calm as possible. My mouth don't apt to form a sentence.

"By the way husband, honestly speaking I loved all of your gifts and thankyou for tonight. The pendant you gave me is utterly beautiful and I highly appreciate you for all the arrangements. I'm very much thankful for what you have ever done for me. You changed my life into something I never thought it could be." She smiles and that smile seems to be laughing at me too.

"I have a gift for you and I hope you take it as a token of my love." The music stops all of a sudden and she gestures me to turn back arching an eyebrow, "Seems like your gift is already here."

My hands fall down to my sides as I follow her gaze and then I see my guards who are trying to hold back some people. "Let them in." I state

The entire venue silences and crowd makes space for them to enter. They come inside in a group. Then one of them displays their ID card who seems to be the leader. "We are FBI special agents," I raise an eyebrow. "Mr. Pavano, you're under arrest. Please cooperate."

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Everything is a mess in this chapter and I need to go through it as soon as time permits. I don't want this to end either *sobs*. My eyes are literally closing so goodnight..

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