CLAUDIA POV I plopped onto my bed with my feet touching the floor. Everything is changing very fast. Loyalties are changing, faces are changing.It is very difficult to find the ones who are on your side. Will Hades be able to handle it? He has spent a long time with theíos. He must have learned a lot from him.We do not carry the family genes of remarkable intelligence; so, in more than one way we are alike. We are to work to get anything we desire.The layer will be here to hand over the will when Hades returns. The golden will of The Decardo family that will ensure Hades’ rule over all family estates and money.We shared the hate for that sorry excuse of a father. Now with him dead, we are free. We are free to do what we want.The human world is so unfair. It’s the law of nature that Happiness for one party brings sadness for the other one. Profit for someone, loss for another one.I stood up a went to the walk-in closet which is further attached to the make-up room and bathroom.

SEPH'S POVThe rain will not be stopping anytime soon. The weather has worsened. It was not drizzling anymore. It’s like a raging storm.Beside me, Ayla laid cuddled up. The room light as always was on because I started hating the dark since that God awful night. Ayla seemed in a talking mood. She had already slept in the evening and now was busy doing her favourite thing. Asking questions. I helped her in the bath and realized that her blonde roots glistened from beneath the brown ones that I had coloured. I have to look for hair colour. Suddenly Ayla asked a question which just dragged me to the whirlpool of memories. Memories of my Homeland. "Mama is Athens beautiful?" She asked innocently. "The most beautiful place you would have ever seen," I remarked. The history and art of Athens are divine. It’s a perfect place for one who has a great interest in knowing the ancient culture."I want to see it too," she said."Maybe one day my dear" I kissed her head. I wanted her to know a

Hades’ Pov So, this was it. My wait is over. She is here and no one has the strength to take her from me. I picked up her unconscious body. Her hair is matted to her face because of tears. She cried for mercy but I have none for her. She bought it upon herself. I don’t know how long I will keep her. Maybe…. till her charms wear off from my heart. But right now, the only thing I could think of is how to devour her body. I carried her outside. Carlos still held the crying girl. She started crying more when she saw the unconscious form of Seph. “Mama. What happened? mama” “Afentikó what should we do with her?” Carlos asked. The girl kept wriggling in his hold. It felt as if she was going to be sick from crying. Seph had told me she had no parents. This is not even the girl’s country. I’ll put her in an orphanage when we arrive in Greece. “Bring her” I put Seph in the car and buckled her. When Carlos put the girl down to set her in another car, she took the chance and the girl ran

Hades POV: There was no need to ask him who was injured. His fear was saying it all. “Mama” a small voice falls on my ears. “Afentikó……” the man wanted to maybe brief me about the situation but I didn’t wait for it. (boss) I hurried past him towards the stairs. It’s not been more than a day or two and she has already succeeded in hurting herself. Does she think that she can escape me this way? Death is a good possible way out? I have never taken her to be a suicidal type. She was scared of me but never had she said that she will kill herself. I thought that she was smart but now it doesn’t seem like that. I climbed the stairs at went into the room which I had left locked. It stayed open now with just an aura of silence lingering in the air. There she lay on the large queen size bed motionless and with a towel at her head. Lara sat on the bed applying pressure. When she saw me, she instantly got up and moved a few paces back. Her already frail frame looked more fragile. Her fac

Seph’s POV:After hades let Ayla meet me the maid provided fresh clothes. The welt marks have now faded to white lines on my back. The stitches on my head were just covered with a small bandage that kept the stitches out of sight. I was expecting them to be blue but somehow, they have healed. It must be the maid. She must have put ointment on my back again and again.Now Ayla was sitting on my lap sleeping, snoring softly, oblivious to the happenings of the world. We were in the lavishly decorated living room. Hades stood in the corner discussing something with his men.Occasionally his eyes would fall on my face and then his attention would be back to whatever he was discussing. The maid had handed me a stripped culotte jumpsuit which was backless and left my arms bare. The neckline was a little down for my liking which made me feel exposed. I felt like a slut and a mistress.Unlike me, Ayla wore a pink and white chiffon floral dress that came down her knees. It was shoulderless. She