Everything was seemingly perfect for the innocent and naïve Annalise, as she had the perfect life that any teen could ask for. With her mother, aunt and the almighty by her side, she didn't need anyone, for she trusted them with all her heart.
And...
Andreas sat down on his magnificent red office chair and loosened his cuffs and rolled his sleeves to his elbows on both sides.
Removing his tie and tossing it on the table, he pushed the chair back and crossed his ankle over one another, and leaned in breathing a sigh of heave. He closed his eyes and sat there in peace.
If two years ago he knew he would lose his angel, he would have done everything in his power to keep her with him.
Two years.
Two fucking years he had to stay without his Anna. Every passing second was like death for him. He needed her. He wanted her. He craved her. His soul was possessed by her. She was all he could ever think of. Her one single look was all it took to keep him sane.
Agreed he had done things he was not very proud of when it came to her, but can you blame him? She was a fucking enchantress. She had this invisible power over him. She was all he ever wanted. He hated weakness and over the years he made sure he had no strings attached and killed any person that got close to him but Anna was different.
She was innocent. And this innocence of hers drove him wild, crazy, and to the brink of madness. That fucking girl had no clue as to how much effect she had on him.
He had no clue as to how he was going to get her back when he found out she was untraceable.
He still remembers that night vividly. She was crying and he was on the ground begging her to stay. Never has he begged for anything. He has always had whatever he wanted. From women to materialistic things. Everything.
Yet with a wounded knee, not caring about himself, he was worried about her.
What a turn of events.
If anyone had told him he would be begging for a woman to stay in his life he would have laughed his ass off, even so, shot two bullets in the air because it sounded so fucking funny. But he knew how it had turned out to be.
He was slashed brutally, shot, and beaten up. He was dead.
Almost.
Elijah had left no stone unturned to make sure Andreas was dead and gone for good. There was a saying that even if there was a nuclear war in the world and everything was destroyed and the entire human race too, cockroaches would survive. And Andreas was just as stubborn as a cockroach when it to survival. Never give up.
If it wasn't for Marco pulling him out of that burning mansion, he would have probably died.
He ended up in the emergency ward with extreme burns on his torso. It was a scar that wasn't going to go away. So was the scar of the bullet his brother shot.
He had thought of covering them up with tattoos but he later decided against it.
It took him nearly three months to recover.
Three months he had been sedated. He was on the bed and every second he craved his woman. Her touch could have healed him in so many ways.
He was betrayed. He hated it and that is what kept him going.
The hatred.
The betrayal.
She had hurt him. She had no fucking right. She had none. She was his. She had to be there when he wanted her.
The first time when he gained conciseness after being hospitalized and having undergone one of the three surgeries, he was fuming.
He couldn't fathom the fact that in front of his men, on his knees, he begged her to stay, and what did the little bitch do? Fucking walk away with that Liam.
Liam Black.
He had loathed that kid since the time he saw him lay his eyes on his angel. He didn't deserve to look at his Anna. No one but him did.
She was his.
He was hers.
They were meant to be together.
He opened his eyes and pushed his chair back, standing up straight.
He walked to his room where he could hear screams coming from.
"Let me go!" He walked in and stood by the door of his room as he watched Anna stroll to loosen the cuffs of her hands. The maids took one look at Andreas standing behind them and walked out.
Anna looked at Andreas and galloped from the bed running toward the room, but he caught her hold with one of his arms and shoved her back on the bed.
Anna screeched in shock.
His room was ginormous. With dark colors accentuating every part of his room. His bed was the size of two king-size beds combined.
The room was air-conditioned to perfection. Large French windows and automated blinds.
The room screamed Andreas. It was him and the room perfectly described the man. With his perfectionist and obsessive nature, it was tidy and no speck of dirt was visible.
"Not so soon angel." He said as he moved closer pulling his shirt from his pants and whispering in her ear.
Anna gulped as he pulled his shirt, revealing his taut abs and the body she had seen in her nightmares. There was no denying he had an amazing body... but now, it was covered in scars.
Anna froze looking at the burn mark on his body. As an instinct, she moved her cuffed hands to trace over the scars. Licking her lips, she looked at it.
Andreas closed his eyes moving it back as he moaned.
Lise was shocked. And this was the first time she had touched him. She had no reason as to why she did what she did.
"What happened?" She asked as she traced the scar back and forth and Andreas just hummed in response.
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