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Chapter 11- Mistaking possession for affection
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Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 12- Grayson's surprise
Aurora stepped into the hospital room, her chest tightening at the sight before her. Her mother lay still against the stark white sheets, a pale shadow of the vibrant woman she used to know. The rhythmic beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room.âMomâĶâ Her voice wavered as she approached, her hand reaching out instinctively, craving reassurance.Mariaâs eyes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze before a faint smile tugged at her lips. âRoryâĶâAurora sat beside her, gently clasping her motherâs frail hand. There was warmth there, but it didnât soothe the ache clawing at her heart. âThank God youâre okay,â she whispered, her voice thick. âI was so scaredâĶâMariaâs fingers barely curled around hers in return. âI waited for you,â she murmured. âWhere have you been? You lookâĶ different.âAurora froze. Different? She glanced down at herselfâat the silk blouse, the subtle makeup, the po
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After their quiet lunch at a high-end restaurant, Grayson didnât take her back to the estate. Instead, he drove toward the city, not saying a word. Aurora didnât ask where they were goingâshe simply sat beside him, glancing at him now and then, watching the light catch on his sharp profile. He looked calm, but there was something in his silence that's hard to understand. When they pulled up in front of an amusement park, Aurora blinked in confusion. He parked the car and got out, walking around to open her door like it was nothing out of the ordinary. She hesitated, surprised, before stepping out. âYou brought me here?â she asked softly, staring at the colorful lights in the distance. Grayson didnât respond with words. He simply nodded once and started walking. The amusement park was filled with laughter, lights, and the sound of rides whirring in the background. Children ran past them with cotton candy in their hands, couples laughed hand in hand. It was the kind of place Au
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Auroraâs breath trembled as Graysonâs hand cupped her gently, his palm warm against her skin. She froze for a second, heart racing, unsure of what to do or what this even meantâbut her body answered for her. It leaned in, soft and uncertain, reacting to him in a way she didnât understand.His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, and she gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. A quiet sound slipped past her lipsâso soft it barely reached the air, yet loud enough to pull something deep from him.Grayson exhaled sharply, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling beneath her pajama top. She looked like temptation, wrapped in innocence.But she didnât move away.She let him touch her.And that broke something in him.His lips left hers, trailing down slowly. He kissed the line of her jaw, then lowerâpressing his mouth to the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. She shivered under him, fingers
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Aurora didnât move.She just sat there, her fingers clutching the fabric of her pajama top like she was trying to hold herself together. The room still smelled like himâstrong, dark, and impossible to ignore. His scent lingered, but his words had been colder than anything sheâd ever felt."Donât mistake this for anything more than what it was."The way he said it, so flat and cold, kept replaying in her head. Her chest ached, even though she told herself it shouldnât. Sheâd known what kind of man Grayson Moore was. He didnât feel. He didnât love. He didnât care. But that didnât stop her from hopingâjust a littleâthat maybe it meant more.A shaky breath slipped out of her lips.She looked toward the door, half-expecting it to open again. Maybe heâd come back, say something that would take back the weight of those words. But the room stayed quiet. Painfully quiet.With a soft breath, she pulled the blanket up around her body and curled
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The drive from Sunnydale to Harford City passed in a haze.Grayson sat silently in the back of his sleek black Rolls-Royce, eyes watching the scenery flash by, though he wasnât really seeing any of it. The peaceful ocean views of Sunnydale slowly faded away, replaced by the towering skyline of Harfordâbuildings standing tall where there were once open skies and sea.His fingers tapped lightly against the soft leather seat. His mind wasnât still. Last night had been a mess. He wasnât the type to drink much, but last night he had gone too far. The thoughts he had tried to bury came clawing back the moment the alcohol hit his system. And Auroraâher presence in his lifeâwas doing things to him he hadnât expected. She made him restless. Unfocused. Vulnerable.Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a second. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and his stomach turned from the alcohol, but he kept himself steady. Showing weakness wasn't an option. Not for him.
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The morning sun barely pierced through the dusty window of a cramped, one-room apartment. Aurora sat at a small wooden table, staring at the meager breakfast before her with a single piece of bread and a cup of watered-down coffee. Her stomach twisted with hunger, but food was the last thing on her mind.From the worn-out couch in the corner, soft, ragged breathing filled the silence. Her mother, Maria, lay motionless, her pale face glistening with sweat. The coughing fits had worsened overnight, and even in sleep, she looked like she was in pain.Aurora wiped her tired eyes and stood, her shoulders slumping under the weight of exhaustion. She was tired... tired of everything.Life had been cruel to her since childhood. She had grown up in a poor family, with a sickly mother and a father addicted to gambling. Every time he lost and fell into debt with loan sharks, she was the one forced to clean up his mess. She had no choice. If she refused, he would beat her.Since junior high, she
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Auroraâs feet dragged across the pavement, exhaustion gnawing at her bones as she walked home from the hospital. The nurseâs words still echoed in her mind. Her mother needed immediate treatment, or she would die. Her head felt like it was about to burst as she racked her brain for a way to get the money.And she had until morning to come up with an impossible amount. What should she do?But as she turned the last corner toward their tiny apartment, her steps slowed.A black sedan sat in front of their crumbling home. Her stomach twisted. This kind of feelingâit always came when she was in danger. She didnât know why, but a sudden wave of unease gripped her the moment she spotted the suspicious car.Near the vehicle stood Felix, his hunched frame unusually stiff. Surrounding him were three tall men in black suits, their sharp gazes piercing the night. One look at them, and it was obvious that they werenât good men.Felix was talking to them intently. Negotiating. His fingers twitched,
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The entire suite fell in a suffocating tension. Auroraâs wrist burned, but she barely felt it anymore. Her pulse was erratic as she stared at the imposing man before her. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze piercingâa shade of gray that felt like it could see right through her. There was something about him, something peculiarâĶ something that pulled her in, even though every instinct screamed at her to run.Without a word, he took the sharp shard from her trembling fingers and tossed it aside."M-Mr. Moore, this is a misunderstanding," the old man stammered, his voice cracking. "IâI had no idea she was under your protection."Aurora's breath hitched. Under his protection?Grayson remained indifferent to the man's pathetic attempts at explaining himself. Instead, he pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around Auroraâs bleeding wrist. His fingers were cold, steady, yet surprisingly gentle.Aurora flinched at the unexpected contact. "Who... who are you?" s
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Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 16- Natalie, the fiancee of Grayson
The drive from Sunnydale to Harford City passed in a haze.Grayson sat silently in the back of his sleek black Rolls-Royce, eyes watching the scenery flash by, though he wasnât really seeing any of it. The peaceful ocean views of Sunnydale slowly faded away, replaced by the towering skyline of Harfordâbuildings standing tall where there were once open skies and sea.His fingers tapped lightly against the soft leather seat. His mind wasnât still. Last night had been a mess. He wasnât the type to drink much, but last night he had gone too far. The thoughts he had tried to bury came clawing back the moment the alcohol hit his system. And Auroraâher presence in his lifeâwas doing things to him he hadnât expected. She made him restless. Unfocused. Vulnerable.Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a second. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and his stomach turned from the alcohol, but he kept himself steady. Showing weakness wasn't an option. Not for him.
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 15- Killing her forbidden feelings before it destroy her
Aurora didnât move.She just sat there, her fingers clutching the fabric of her pajama top like she was trying to hold herself together. The room still smelled like himâstrong, dark, and impossible to ignore. His scent lingered, but his words had been colder than anything sheâd ever felt."Donât mistake this for anything more than what it was."The way he said it, so flat and cold, kept replaying in her head. Her chest ached, even though she told herself it shouldnât. Sheâd known what kind of man Grayson Moore was. He didnât feel. He didnât love. He didnât care. But that didnât stop her from hopingâjust a littleâthat maybe it meant more.A shaky breath slipped out of her lips.She looked toward the door, half-expecting it to open again. Maybe heâd come back, say something that would take back the weight of those words. But the room stayed quiet. Painfully quiet.With a soft breath, she pulled the blanket up around her body and curled
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 14- A forbidden taste of temptation
Auroraâs breath trembled as Graysonâs hand cupped her gently, his palm warm against her skin. She froze for a second, heart racing, unsure of what to do or what this even meantâbut her body answered for her. It leaned in, soft and uncertain, reacting to him in a way she didnât understand.His thumb brushed over her sensitive peak, and she gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. A quiet sound slipped past her lipsâso soft it barely reached the air, yet loud enough to pull something deep from him.Grayson exhaled sharply, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling beneath her pajama top. She looked like temptation, wrapped in innocence.But she didnât move away.She let him touch her.And that broke something in him.His lips left hers, trailing down slowly. He kissed the line of her jaw, then lowerâpressing his mouth to the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. She shivered under him, fingers
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 13- Bound to him forever
After their quiet lunch at a high-end restaurant, Grayson didnât take her back to the estate. Instead, he drove toward the city, not saying a word. Aurora didnât ask where they were goingâshe simply sat beside him, glancing at him now and then, watching the light catch on his sharp profile. He looked calm, but there was something in his silence that's hard to understand. When they pulled up in front of an amusement park, Aurora blinked in confusion. He parked the car and got out, walking around to open her door like it was nothing out of the ordinary. She hesitated, surprised, before stepping out. âYou brought me here?â she asked softly, staring at the colorful lights in the distance. Grayson didnât respond with words. He simply nodded once and started walking. The amusement park was filled with laughter, lights, and the sound of rides whirring in the background. Children ran past them with cotton candy in their hands, couples laughed hand in hand. It was the kind of place Au
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 12- Grayson's surprise
Aurora stepped into the hospital room, her chest tightening at the sight before her. Her mother lay still against the stark white sheets, a pale shadow of the vibrant woman she used to know. The rhythmic beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room.âMomâĶâ Her voice wavered as she approached, her hand reaching out instinctively, craving reassurance.Mariaâs eyes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze before a faint smile tugged at her lips. âRoryâĶâAurora sat beside her, gently clasping her motherâs frail hand. There was warmth there, but it didnât soothe the ache clawing at her heart. âThank God youâre okay,â she whispered, her voice thick. âI was so scaredâĶâMariaâs fingers barely curled around hers in return. âI waited for you,â she murmured. âWhere have you been? You lookâĶ different.âAurora froze. Different? She glanced down at herselfâat the silk blouse, the subtle makeup, the po
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 11- Mistaking possession for affection
Aurora sat by the window, swathed in a thick shawl, her gaze lingering on the soft melancholy of autumn. Leaves danced on the breeze, golden and rusted, brushing across the ground like whispers. The air was crisp, and the late morning light streamed through the glass, soaking her pale skin in a fragile warmth. Her breakfast lay untouched on the tray beside her. She hadnât had the appetiteânot since last night. Her body still felt drained from the fever, her thoughts just as heavy.All night, sheâd stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Grayson lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldnât shake. The way his hand had touched her foreheadâgentle, almost protectiveâfelt at odds with everything else about him. His words had remained distant. Cold. Like a wall built from silence and steel. Nothing about him made sense.A sudden knock jolted her from the spiral of thoughts.Before she could speak, the heavy oak door creaked open.Grayson stepped
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 10- Natalie
Grayson sat still in the quiet dining hall long after Aurora had left, his gaze fixed on the spot where she had disappeared. Her footsteps had been light, but he had noticed the stiffness in her postureâthe way her shoulders had tensed ever so slightly, the way her back had straightened not out of pride, but pain.He shouldâve looked away by now.But he didnât.Something in the way she had reacted to his earlier wordsâit lingered. Unsettling. Not because she had snapped or shouted. She hadnât even said much. But there had been that flicker in her eyes. A softness that had folded in on itself. Hurt. Quiet and unspoken.Was sheâĶ disappointed?He scoffed at the thought, leaning back in his chair as he brought the porcelain cup to his lips, though he didnât drink. The warmth of the tea had long faded, much like the false sense of detachment he had tried to maintain.Aurora Scott, that fragile thing he had pulled out of the darkn
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 9- Living by his rules
Early the next morningâĶA dull throb pulsed at Auroraâs temples as she stirred awake. Her limbs felt heavy, as if she were wading through fog, and yet her head felt weightlessâlight in the most disorienting way.The soft glow of morning light spilled in through the sheer curtains. Everything felt unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. The fever was gone, leaving only the heaviness of deep exhaustion behind. She shifted slightly beneath the coversâand that was when she noticed it.The damp cloth resting on her forehead.The comforter, neatly tucked around her.And the faint, distinct scent of a manâs cologne.Her heart jumped. That scentâĶ it was his.Memories stirredâhazy and fragmented. Warm hands. A low voice coaxing her to drink something bitter. The sound of her name spoken in a tone that almost feltâĶ gentle.She blinked hard. No, it couldnât be.Grayson Moore didnât do tenderness.A soft knock broke the quiet. B
Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim    Chapter 8- Aurora's fever and Grayson's fractured defenses
Night had fallen over the estate.The mansion, always too silent, felt even colder without the usual clinking of silverware from the dining room. Grayson sat alone at the head of the long table. His posture remained proud, as always, but his eyes were distant, his jaw locked with quiet tension. The meal in front of him sat untouched. The wine in his glass reflected the dim chandelier overhead, swirling gently each time he shifted slightly in his seat.But his focus wasnât on any of it.His gaze kept drifting toward the empty chair across from him.Aurora hadnât come down for dinner.He told himself it didnât matter. She was just a girl he had brought hereâa piece of a much bigger plan. Her presence, or lack of it, shouldn't affect him.Yet it did.His knuckles tightened around the edge of the table, the quiet pressure revealing more than he would ever admit.âShall I check on Miss Scott, sir?â Edithâs voice was soft,
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