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AZEZAL POV

The first thing I espied after blinking my eyes open is the empty space on bed beside me. Her side of the bed lacked her presence.

The soft light rays of the rising sun, entering through the curtain ajar is apprising that it's early in the morning. It's the usual time I wake up, and the time she remains in deep slumber.

My morning begins with the sight of her beautiful sleeping form- eyes closed, mouth slightly open and her fairy like fanciful expressions which make me smile everytime. But today it's different because she's not here while she was supposed to be.

I didn't realize when I dozed off last night while I was glaring at her, watching her sleep and ruminating. Every time I closed my eyes for a mere second, her tear stroken face flashed infront of my eyes, her broken words rang in my ears and engulfed me with remorse, her heart wrenching expressions ripped my heart and left only agony behind.

Apart from my mother's death, that's the second time in my life I felt like this. Demoralized. Wretched. Despaired.

I thought I was heartless. A heartless bastard and a cruel, viscous being who was unable to feel anything, just like I'm in every other's perspective. But she proved it wrong cause I have been feeling everything since her.

And the most honest truth is, I never realized I had a heart which could even feel before she entered my life, cause I have been taught to pretermit how to feel since my boyhood. She gave life to my heart and gave me the reason to believe I have a heart too, to believe maybe I could change for her. But the words she uttered last night pierced straight through the same organ, the same heart she gave a new life to by imparting the opportunity to beat for her once again. The same heart in which she exists in every corner and which has been teeming with endless love for her.

A few sentences were enough to make me perceive what a shattering heart feels like, because at that time my heart wasn't beating, it was bleeding. It wasn't crying, it was shedding tears of blood.

Nevertheless I tried, tried to ignore that she actually meant each and every syllable she pronounced, but couldn't cause I knew that whatever she said is nothing but true and some parts of me agreed with her too.

I searched the whole house but didn't find her anywhere. After everything last night, It might not be unforeseen that she could leave. Still I looked for her repeatedly in every corner as if she would appear in front of my eyes any moment. But in the end, found no hint of her existence in the whole apartment.

I rub my hands down my face as an exhausted groan leaves my mouth. "Fuck!" I didn't intend to sleep. She left? How can she just leave like that? Then my eyes catch the sight of the luggage still in it's place, in front of the main door. 'No she didn't leave, she can't leave' I tell myself. I call her cell phone immediately only to hear it ringing anywhere near. She left it behind.

I hurl my phone on the sofa as vexation ingests me. My impatience and restlessness to see her is engrossing me. I don't want to even think of her leaving me behind and going. "Goddamit!" She isn't supposed to escape with her luggage and cell phone behind but where can she go at this hour?

I take my phone again to tract her location, mentally praying she's wearing our wedding ring or else I won't be able to tract her. Finally I feel relief getting to know she is wearing the ring as the tracker succeeds in tracking her location.

What is she doing there? Several questions arises in my head when I get to know her location. Not misspending anymore time, I immediately take my car keys and rush out of the apartment.

I still haven't done anything to him just because it wasn't the proper time till then but now he is provoking the beast inside me. At first because of the company issues I wasn't able to pay heed to him and when the company related issues were almost solved, I was arrested because my own wife filed a case against me. How phenomenal is that! And when I came back home, I found my clever girl attempting to leave after driving out all of my men. What an unrivalled thing to see coming home after 24 hours!

I know I did a grave sin. I shouldn't have hidden anything from her but I had no other choice, and I don't know how to make it understandable for her either. If I risked Levi's life again, she could have never forgiven me. It was clear to me that Levi's life was in danger from before and now I know it too well that Louis wants Levi dead. If anyhow the information got out, Levi's life must have been in threat. So I was compelled to hide it from her too.

The engine of the car ceases it's roaring as I halt the car. It doesn't take long for me to reach here. In no time, I'm in front of his apartment, pressing the doorbell relentlessly and this close to breaking the door. The door opens after a while and I push past the door jerking inside, not even giving time to open entirely. I don't bother paying heed to the person who opened the door. All I want now is to see her, see her in front of my goddamn eyes and make sure she's alright.

I bellow her name casting around for her everywhere, "Leera?" I repeatedly mouth her name out loud for her to know I'm here, I'm here to get her. "Leera?"

"Azezal Pavano." I hear Louis say from behind me as he surveys me roaming around his house, and bawling my lungs out by calling my wife's name. "Do you want another lawsuit against you for barging into my house like that? That too this early in the morning?" He sniggers.

I face him and notice him this time. He's dressed as if he didn't sleep the night, it's enough for my luciding and remoulding my suspiciousness into certainty. Promptly, I close the gap between us as my hands clench his collar jerking him forward. I'm flaming obnoxiously as I stare dead at him. My fury is in control now. "You know that too well that I won't hesitate to make a bullet hole in your head." I forewarn him and he can get the clear admonition that I'm not in a mood to mess with.

"First lawsuit for barging inside my apartment and second lawsuit for threatening me. Seems like you're too contented after having a tour of prison that you already want to go back." He says tauntingly.

I give him a baleful stare, disregarding his ludicrous talks, "Where the fucking hell is she? Tell me." "Who? Your beautiful wife?" He smirks and my hand clenches tighter around his collar. I'm so close to almost losing my forbearance, I'm miserably failing to resist the urge to grasp his neck instead and suffocate him to dead.

"You surely want to die by getting choked by my bare hands at this very moment." He sneers is response, "Why do you think your missy will be here to spend the night with me? Guess you can't satisfy her in bed properly."

"I don't have time for your nonsense. Tell me WHERE she is." He smirks and I want to fucking punch that smirk off his face. Only I know what it's taking me to maintain my calm. Before I ask again, I try to handle this with patience or else I know I'll literally kill him here right now.

"It would be better if you leave my collar first, then do the negotiation or else I'm afraid I would take it personally and won't be very cooperative." He's says in a serious tone. I let go of him with the only aim of conversing so that I can get to know where is my Leera. "She came here, didn't she?"

"Why is it so ovious to you that she'll come to me? Does she often mention how much she misses me?" He says casually in such a tone as if there was unquestionably something between them before, that I'm not aware of. Right now, I'm combating the impulse to break his face and feed him his own words. Although I know the ticking bomb in me is about to explode, I Ignore him again and repeat my question, "Where is she, Louis?"

He grins, "Shouldn't you be aware of it as a husband? Oh! My bad for letting slip that she doesn't consider you her husband. Very pitiful," he gives me a rueful look.

Losing my shit, I pull out my gun and press it against his forehead, "Enough of your bullshits. Tell me where the fuck she is. This is your last chance, I swear." "Oh my! You'll kill me?" He says dramatically and I turn off the safety of the gun enabling the gun to fire, to tell him that I'm not fucking playing games here. If I pull the trigger he'll be straight dead.

"Hey man! You can't be serious for real! Take a chill pill- If you want you can check the entire house." He says raising his hands in surrender and I narrow my eyes lowering the gun.

Then he gestures his hand towards the stairs allowing me to go upstairs and check. Pointing the gun last time, I glare at him and give him a silent warning before climbing up the stairs swiftly. I go and check the first room that comes across. Then the second room and then the third room which appears to be the master bed room, his room in particular.

When I step inside the room, I remain stunned in my place as my eyes fall on the figure laying on the bed. My gaze lingers on my love, my wife, my Leera. The solace I'm feeling with the sight of her being safe and sound at this moment is incomparable to anything.

But as I took another step towards her, I felt a sharp object, basically a needle pierce my neck from the behind. Just after a second of turning back and finding Louis behind me, I couldn't keep my eyes open and the control of my body was bygone. Whatever he injected starts to consume me too fast. The last thing I feel is my body thumping on the floor, producing a loud thud.

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My eyes try to flutter open when I feel something wet dripping off my head. The light falling on my face in a linear way is not letting me keep my eyes open and obstructing my vision. Adjusting to the light, I finally open my eyes and find myself in a dungeon like place. Scanning my surrounding, I'm assured that it's a torture chamber. I'm shirtless, the sweat drops on my muscles are shimmering with the flashes of light and my hands are chained to two metal hooks which are attached to two pillars. Hilarious.

"How is the feeling to be here? All your life, you have been a captor but now you're getting to experience something new as a captive." I lift my eyes at the origin of the voice, finding the bastard sitting on a chair and staring at me with a pleased expression. I grin, "Very unique. Exhilarating."

"Sure it is and I'll make sure your hospitality is thrilling and the most memorable. Your wife can tell very well how good I'm with hospitality." I don't like him bringing her up in this conversation at all. Glaring dead into his eyes, I emphasis on my words, "I would love that but before anything else I want you to let go of my wife."

He jeers. "Why would I do that? Your lovely wife came to me by her own. It would be very disrespectful and I don't disrespect woman, especially the woman I lov-" I pull against the chains before he completes that sentence and the clanking sound of metal fills the area as fury ignites me. "Don't be so agitated already. You have a lot to hear before dying. You know, your beautiful wife, Leera, she was so ravishing and sexy when I drugged-"

"Don't you dare take her name with your filthy mouth, you dirty fucking bastard!" I swear, if I had not been tethered, he would have been dead by now. He just wants to provoke me, make me furious and he's hitting at the exact right point.

"Leera, such a beautiful name, beautiful just like her." He sighs pronouncing her name once again. My hands are formed into fists. "After cutting your tongue, I'll make sure to feed you your own tongue before I kill you in the most vicious way possible."

"Azezal Pavano, I know that you have a terrible habit of doing things only with your own assent, in your own way but-" he smirks coming closer to me and continues, "You need to learn accepting the fact that you can't be always in power, just like right now. You should remember that, even if you desire certain things to do to me you're impuissant, powerless at this moment."

He stops infront of me, just barely a feet and his smirk stretches wider, "Take this for an example, I'm right in front of you but you're not able to do anything to me, even if you're internally dying to choke me to dead. How distressing is that?" He taunts.

I sardonically smile, "I assure that it must be more distressing for the infant for not having any guts or even slightest amount of audacity to untether me because he fears death. How disgraceful is that?"

He nods with an understanding face, "Might be very disgraceful but at least the triumph here is mine. I have her and your death isn't so far. What else could I need more?" "Whatever you're doing Louis you'll regret this. You still have time to repent."

He laughs, "Look at you, you're miserably incarcerated under me but you still have the nerves to threaten me." "You surely are a stigma in the name of man. A fucking coward. And you fear me, that's why you don't want to have a battle and compete me." I feel lashes on my back just as I say the words and I smirk eyeing him as if I can't feel anything. Blood is dripping down my back.

"Stop." He commands his man to stop and looks at me. "You better accept it that you're just an impotent and fettered prisoner here which implies you can't do anything. Remember that I'm the despot here, not you." He continues as his face lights up, "The joy I felt after Antonio's death was unbelievable and the excitement of killing you is more thrilling."

"Why did you kill my mother?" I hear myself ask after hearing him talk about death. "Your mother?" He tilts an eyebrow and then cackles up like a maniac, befuddling me. "So all these time you have been thinking I killed your mother?-" his laughter doesn't stop.

"I can ensure you it wasn't me but guess then who actually killed your mother. Here's a hint, he's already dead." I name my first suspect, "Antonio?" He only laughs in response and I'm more furied. All these time how could I have not known? "Why should I trust you?"

He sits down on the chair and rests his hands on the hand rest, "You should cause that's the truth and I do think you should know who killed your mother. Antonio planned the attack for the media and so that you could believe it and didn't rise any suspicion against him after he killed your mother. A cunning fucker for sure." I'm stupfied combating the fury and hatred I'm feeling towards a death man who was my father by name only. How the fuck I didn't know anything? How couldn't I have given him the death he deserved?

"And I killed Antonio for my own revenge. My mother committed suicide when I was 4, I couldn't understand anything, only knew that she was gone." His face shifts into another expression as his gaze lowers down. "Before that she gave me a diary, her diary. She told me to open it once I become 15. I wasn't capable of reading, so I kept the diary safe like she said until I was of that age. When I grew up, I read her diary. I got to know and understand everything. Her backstories that always remained hidden, only I knew."

He looks at me now as I wait for him to tell the whole story, "Antonio had his eyes on his best friend's wife who was my mother. He had power, so he harassed her, raped her but she couldn't tell anything to my father, cause she loved her husband and if she told him Antonio would have killed him. So she remained silent and when she couldn't bear it any longer she committed suicide. She never told anyone about this."

"I didn't want Antonio to have an easy death but guess what, Antonio somehow got to know about the bomb I planted in your car for you and then he didn't want you to die cause you're his only heir and neither wanted you to know about anything, so he himself took your car to take out the bomb but probably he didn't know that I made the car disfunction too. Then that old man couldn't do anything about it and in the end, boom! He died."

"He plotted the plan of attack to convince the media your mother's death was an assassination by his enemies but he was the murderer of his own wife. Also the reason of my mother's death. So that's why I letting you know that he's the one who killed your mother before you die." He justifies everything so casually as if he didn't release one bomb after another, right infront of my face.

I knew what kind of person Antonio was and knew that he never loved my mother, infact he hated her, abused her and he didn't like me standing for her at all. He even beat me everytime I tried to save my mother, when I was little. But when I grew older, it stopped all of a sudden, only because Antonio knew I wouldn't have tolerated it anymore and I could fight back by then. Now all of it makes sense.

"Look who's here!" He cheers abruptly, looking behind me and when I half turn my head to the side I get a little sight of the entrance and her standing there with two men in her two sides and her hands locked behind, mouth sealed with tape, her condition disheveled. Her eyes fixed at my back, looking at the bloody lashed slits.

I mouth her name "Leeraa," and my heart clenches tight looking at her in this condition. "LOUIS, leave her. Let her go!" I bark at him and he laughs. "Tell me which fool would lose the most precious gem after craving it for such a long time?" "What the fuck do you want?" I demand. "I want to take back what is mine! I have known all about the past of you two but that didn't give you the right to take her away from me when she was just about to be mine! You came between us, you took her away from me, you manipulated her but now I'll take back what's mine. Since the day I saved her life in Malta, I knew this girl would be mine and for that you need to die." So, he is the one who saved her in Malta? That she never told me before.

The guards take her near him but her wet eyes remain settled on me, tears running down her red cheeks. "I know your reckless husband hasn't treated you right all these days but I promise I'll." He attempts to wipe her tears but she flinches back with a disgusted look.

"Don't you fucking dare to touch her! I'll kill you!" "Leera, you're husband has a terrible habit of forgetting things and I have to remind him again and again that he's just as impotent as a chained animal here which implies he can't do anything."

I close my eyes as a few more lashes of whip slit and gash my back but don't let him get the satisfaction of seeing me in agony. I don't show any reaction even if I feel my entire back tearing. His abhor displays in his face and not able to bear it anymore he comes to me and punches my face making my face turn the other side. I smirk. More punches, one after another followed making my nose and face bleed. After he's tired he stops, "This is the last time I'm reminding you- I'm the despot here, not you."

My eyes rest in her ones. The eyes which are requesting, begging and crying watching me in this condition. "Don't cry Amore. I'm absolutely fine." I assure her but her tears doesn't stop falling.

Louis turns back at her, "You are crying for him? Seriously Leera?" He goes to her and removes the tape from her mouth, "What do you want to say?" She cries out, "Please Louis I beg you, let him go. Please."

"Motherfucker talk to me. If you dare, untether me. Be a man. Fight me."

"Aze!" She shakes her head in negative looking at my direction, indicating not to provoke him. "Let's see how much strength is still left inside your husband." She pleads falling to her knees, "Louis I'm begging you." She struggles as some men pulls her away before they unchain me.

As soon as I'm unchained, I kick off the man when he was picking with me, knock the wind out of him. I don't wait, I rush and swung a powerful right reaching Louis.

Louis doesn't stay longer, he also lashes out with his own right at me. His punch was faster, and it caught me flush, but I took it and spat out the blood. Then I hurled him into the dust with such force that a cloud of dust arose. He spun over like wind, gasping for breath.

Suddenly there are sound of gunshots from outside and half of the men here starts rushing out with their weapons. Remor is probably here. I also have a tracker chip on my body for my safety purpose that only he is aware of.

Several guns point at me and the thing that stops me is Leera is at gunpoint too. His skull seems to be roaring with pain and dizziness, even then he braces himself and start to swing in a blind fury, both hands going with every ounce of power he could muster. He blows me with a kick hard enough to get me to the floor and make me bleed more but the animalistic nature gets the best of me as I groan and fight back getting up again.

It doesn't take long for my men to take over the place and get the foes under our control. Louis seems almost dead as he's on the ground defeated. I get up, gasping for air and look at her direction. Her face is frightened, crimson red for crying so horribly. She is still crying even though everything is in control now. I smirk wiping off the blood from my nose as I proceed towards her and she's running towards me.

I expected her to hug me to death but what she did didn't meet up my expection. Instead she pushed me to the side and the loud gunshot pierced the air. She falls on my arms abruptly before I can even comprehend what's happening. When blood starts to pour out of her body and starts to paint her white dress red, that's when I realize she's been shot. I stare back at the source and find Louis on the ground with a gun pointed at me but before Louis could shot again my men gets him. It was so fast. She just took a fucking gunshot for me!

She's breathing heavily, pain is reflecting in her eyes. I take her hand and press on the wound to cease the blood flow. "You'll be okay, Leera. You'll be okay. Nothing will happen to you."

Wasting no time, I carry her and start to run. I can see how she's struggling to breath as the extreme pain overwhelms her. "Aze-" she calls my name with a voice full of agony and pain.

I look into her eyes and the sight blurs as tears form in my eyes, "Nothing will happen to you."

She looks into my eyes, "I'm so- sorry-" she's struggling so much with words as if the agony is multiplying with time, "Don't speak Amore, we'll be in the hospital in no time." I get her inside the car and sit with her on the backseat as the driver starts to dash the car.

"We are here Leera, just a while." She softly tucks at my shoulder and I lean down to her, her trembling lips brush against mine and she smiles through her pain, "Aze, T-Till my- last breath," she pauses to take a deep breath, so deep as if it's the last one she's inhaling, "I love you-" And then her eyes close, her body goes limp on my arms and no other word makes out of her mouth. It's complete silence.

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Guysss! This is the second last chapter! Are you guys crying? I'm too lmao :"))

And guess what I'm so bad with writing these action scenes. That's why I had to take this long for writing this one.

Stay tuned for the last chapter. This isn't the end. Haha.

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