(Warning: Mature Content) "Satisfy me, and you'll have your reward. A reward for each time you do well." The words echoes in Aurora Duttman's mind as she stands frozen, realizing she's become a plaything for her new husband. Aurora's life has been a tangled web of mistreatment and betrayal. Her father and stepmother have manipulated her, while her Ex boyfriend's infidelity has left her heartbroken. In a bold act of revenge, she vows to lose her virginity to the next man she meets. That man turns out to be Luther Hawthorne, a mysterious, ruthless, and feared disabled billionaire. With an arranged marriage to a man she's never met, Aurora uncovers a shocking truth: the man she lost her virginity to is the same man she's married to. As she walks this treacherous new world, Aurora must confront the darkness of her past. Will she be lost in desires for her husband, or will she forge a path of revenge?
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"Aurora!" "Not again!", I thought, clenching my jaw. Ruby. I heard her voice, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I was too busy inspecting my new dress in the mirror. It was perfect. I'd ordered it specifically for tonight with Richard. It wasn't our first date, but this one…this one felt different. "Aurora, where the hell are you? Open the goddamn door!" Okay, now that snapped me out of it. What was with Ruby's tone? Annoyance flared in my chest. Seriously, what was her problem? My reflection hardened. Why the venom this time? Ever since Dad threw Mom out for Lydia, Ruby's mother, just for the money, this house had felt like a warzone. Hatred radiated in my direction constantly. Before I could even gather my thoughts, the door swung open, practically hitting the wall. Ruby stood there, her face a storm cloud. Like I'd personally ruined her day again. "Didn’t you hear me calling? Why the hell did you ignore me?" she demanded. I opened my mouth to explain, but she cut me off, a mischievous smile suddenly creeping across her lips. She strolled toward me, her eyes raking over the dress. "Oh, wow," she said, dragging out the word. "You’re going on a date... with Richard? Really?" She actually laughed, a short, sharp sound that stung. "You're so pathetic, Aurora. You're practically throwing yourself at a guy who doesn't even want you. Seriously, look at yourself." She grabbed my shoulders, turning me back to the mirror so our reflections were side-by-side. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, which made me feel uncomfortable, and more sad. "What do you see? You're…average. So Ugly and stupid! What could a rich guy like Richard possibly want with someone like you?" Her words were like a physical blow. My stomach clenched, and I gripped my hands into tight fists. A quiet fury lingered just out of sight, but it felt…useless. I was trapped, held captive by her words and my own insecurities. She was right, I don't deserve Richard. Her words were biting, sharp and stinging, burning through my skin. "You are useless and ugly..." Ruby paused, her eyes narrowed. "..You're even a virgin. Tell me, what do you know? How would you know how to satisfy a man like Richard?" This time, her words cut deeper than any insult she'd thrown before. I'd always suspected Ruby had a thing for Richard. The way she always flirted with him whenever he comes around to see me, the way she always dismissed me whenever I mentioned him... it was like jealousy was coursing through her veins. "Ruby, let me go, you're hurting me." My voice trembled. I didn't care what she thought about me and Richard. "I love him, and he loves me too." I snapped back, finally managing to wrench myself free from her grip. The skin on my shoulders throbbed. Ruby just growled, her face contorted with rage. Then she turned and stormed out, leaving me standing there, shaken and confused. A few minutes later, a wave of impatience washed over me. Why hadn't Richard called yet? Had he forgotten about our date? Or worse... I was lost in my thoughts when I heard voices from the living room. "Ruby, where are you off to?" It was Lydia, Ruby's mom. "I'll be back, Mum. Don't wait up. I have a date tonight." A date? A fucking date? The words echoed in my head. I told myself it didn't matter. Ruby's date wasn't with Richard. It couldn't be. My mood shifted, the earlier anxiety fading, replaced by the familiar surge of excitement. Tonight was the night. I was going on a date with Richard, a date I had secretly vowed to lose my virginity to him on . I haven't told him yet but it would be a surprise. ****** An hour later, I was finally ready. Tonight was the night – my date with Richard. I'd been looking forward to this for weeks! I gave myself another spritz of perfume. Gotta smell good, right? Can’t be caught off guard. "Oh!" I muttered, remembering something. I'd bought some condoms earlier… just in case. I hurried to my drawer, grabbed the pack, shoved them into my bag, and clicked the door shut behind me. Right when I thought I’d managed to dodge Ruby's Tantrum Zone, my stepmom suddenly appeared out of nowhere. ""Just where do you think you're off to?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing in irritation. I took a deep breath. No time for this. Tonight was too important. "I'm going out with Richard. We have a date," I said, forcing a small smile. I waited for a snide remark, but she just hissed something under her breath – too quiet for me to make out – and walked past. Honestly, sometimes I wondered what her problem was. Suddenly, a car horn blared outside. My cab! Relief washed over me. I rushed out. "Good evening, sir!" I greeted the driver cheerfully as I climbed in. He gave a quick, tight-lipped smile. As we pulled away, I pulled out my phone. No texts. No calls from Richard. A knot of worry tightened in my stomach. I dialed his number. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. I tried again. Voicemail again. Panic started to bubble up. I leaned forward, grabbing the driver's attention. "Please, sir," I said, my voice a little shaky, "can you take me to this address?" I showed him Richard’s address on my phone. Scratch the romantic restaurant; something was clearly wrong. The driver grunted and shrugged, clearly annoyed. "Ma'am, that's going to cost you extra." "No problem," I said quickly. "Just… please, just take me there. I don't care about the money." I was just thinking about Richard. Why isn’t he responding? What could be wrong now... did he skip out on our date again without telling me? He’s pulled that stunt before, but he always said it was because of his work schedule. My thoughts were all over the place, and I couldn’t focus on anything. Suddenly there was traffic. It's like the whole city decided to stop moving. All of a sudden, a cold shiver ran down my spine. -Richard- I checked the time on my phone. There, it was the time that was meant for our date. My mind started racing, painting pictures I didn’t want to see. What if he's…with someone else? Ruby’s voice, that viper Ruby's voice, slithered into my thoughts. "You’re no good for Richard." Just the thought of her words made my stomach clench. My face probably looked like a storm cloud – anger, worry, and… was that fear swirling inside me? I hated that feeling. "Sir," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "Could you… please take another route? Any route that avoids this mess?" I stammered. Damn it. I was losing it. "Sure thing, Ma'am, I know a shortcut," the driver replied kindly. He quickly changed course, and I started dialing Richard's number again. Straight to voicemail. Again. Frustrated, I sent him another text, (Where are you? Call me!.) No response. My heart pounded harder with each passing minute. ******* Finally, we pulled up to Richard's mansion. it was beautiful, and big enough with a well kept landscape. This… this was the house I had always pictured myself in. I imagined evenings spent here with Richard, laughing, building a life together. But right now, all those happy images felt distant, threatened. I practically jumped out of the car, shoving a few bills towards the driver. "Ma'am, your change…" he called after me. "Keep it!" I yelled back, already halfway to the gate. I struggled with the latch and hurried up the long driveway. The front door was a bit open. That was weird. Richard always locked up. I pushed it open cautiously. "Richard?" The house was dark, eerily quiet. I felt my way along the wall, searching for the light switch. "Richard? Hello?" My voice echoed in the large hall unanswered. My pulse quickened. I started towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, each step heavier than the last----Something's not right. As I approached his room, I picked up on it. A moan. A slow, deep moan. It was Richard's voice. It was deafening… way too loud.Aurora's POV. Aurora Is Pregnant!I stood frozen, my heart thudding in my chest, eyes locked on Mia as she stumbled toward the exit with mother guiding her like a disgraced dog being dragged out the house.It should’ve felt like a victory. It didn’t.My fingers gripped the edge of the couch, knuckles white. My breath wasn't stable. The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful—it was dangerous. Sharp. Like walking barefoot on broken glass.I watched them walk… one step… two steps…And then something inside me snapped.“Stop!”My voice came out lower than I expected—firm, deadly calm.They both stopped immediately, right at the middle of the hallway, inches away from the front door.Mother turned her head halfway, not fully, just enough to let me know she heard me but didn’t think I was worth turning around for.I rose slowly, arms folded over my chest. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked toward them. I wasn’t rushing. No. This moment needed to be felt.I moved like a ticking tim
Aurora's POV. Unmasking The Truth!I leaned by the wall in the sitting room, sipping from the same bottle Mia had knocked out of my hand earlier. My lips still tingled from the cold water. My fingers wrapped tighter around the bottle as I scrolled through my phone. I chuckled at a meme. Not because it was that funny, but because I wanted to. Because my laugh, like my hum, was mine to control.I started humming again. Not sweet. Not soft. Just loud enough to cut through the silence.That’s when I heard the heavy footsteps of Luther.He came downstairs, files in his hand—the ones he had demanded from Luke earlier. His presence was heavy, like always. The way the floorboards responded to him, the way the air shifted—."Where's Mia?" he barked.I didn’t answer.I didn’t flinch.I wasn’t going to show him where to find her. Not because of how she tried to humiliate me. Not after she touched me. Because I wasn't ready to speak to him yet. I stayed leaning, kept sipping, kept scrolling.
Aurora's POV. I saw luke coming towards me. Definitely he didn't come to see me. He'd be heading towards Luther's Private room.I knew he was hiding something the moment I saw the folder.He was always too clean, too sharp, too... disciplined. Every time he came into the estate, it was always on strict business. No lingering. No chatter. Just yes ma’am, no ma’am.But today?Today, his hands were clenched around a thick brown file like it held the goddamn truth of the universe.And he didn’t expect to find me standing in the hallway.Our eyes locked. Brief. Intense. His expression shifted in less than a second, like he was trying to tuck away whatever he wasn’t ready to share."Going somewhere?" I asked smoothly, stepping away from the wall I’d been leaning against.Luke adjusted his collar. “Just here to see the boss.”My eyes dropped to the file in his hand. "What's in the file?"He didn't answer.I smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Let me guess. Evidence? Information? Somethin
Luther's POV. Filth and Fire. The night felt like a noose tightening around my neck.I couldn't sleep.Not because I believed Aurora and Not because I believed Mia either.But because something was fucking off.My steps were slow as I pushed Mia’s door open without knocking. She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair like she was waiting for me. Like she already knew I’d come.Her eyes met mine in the mirror. “Couldn’t sleep?”I didn’t answer.I stepped in, shutting the door behind me.She turned on the stool, legs crossed, lips curled.“Let me guess,” she said softly, “Aurora’s little tantrum got to you.”“Mia,” I said calmly, standing by the wall. “I need the truth.”Her smile barely wavered. “I told you the truth.”I stepped forward, stopping just a few feet from her. “Don’t waste my time.”She stood now, slowly, like she was performing for me. Her robe slid down her shoulder just enough to expose the curve of her breast. She walked closer, hips swaying, voice dropping.“Luther… do
Aurora's POV. Mia's Manipulation. (The Game Turned!)I didn’t plan to make a scene. But I couldn't let this go.Not anymore.I stood firm in the middle of Mia’s room, facing them both, my chest heaving. My voice came out sharp, cutting the thick air between us.“So all this time, you were faking it? You’ve been lying to Luther. To everyone. There is no baby.”Mia’s face twisted, caught between panic and rage.“You heard that?” Richard muttered behind her, like he couldn’t believe it either.“Oh, I heard every damn word,” I snapped.My fists clenched at my sides. My head spun but I forced my voice to stay strong. “I think it’s time the rest of the family heard it too.”“No!” Mia barked, lunging again, but I was already backing away toward the door.I turned and stormed down the hallway, then the stairs. My voice echoed through the Hawthorne mansion like thunder.“Everyone, come down here! Now!”I didn’t care anymore.Maya was the first to appear from the right hallway, heels clicking
Aurora's POV. Luther slowly pulled the kitchen door open, and there stood Richard—with an empty plate in hand and that same smug look dancing on his lips.“This place reeks of sex,” he muttered, stepping in like he owned the house. “And sex… damn.”My heart skipped. I adjusted Luther’s shirt around me, pulling the sides closer, but Richard’s eyes were already all over me.“And… um, Aurora,” Richard added with a sly smirk, “I didn’t know you looked this sexy when… undressed. I mean, look at you. In Luther’s shirt. And nothing else, huh?”Before I could even blink, the door slammed behind him.Luther.His face was unreadable—jaw tight, fists buried deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his brother like he was trying to keep from pouncing.“No offense, brother,” Richard said, as if daring him. “Just admiring the creation. After all, she put it on so all can see.”“Speak again,” Luther said, his voice low, controlled, dangerous. “Say one more fucking thing… and I swear to God, I’ll cut o
Aurora's POV. Eat Me Up, Fuck! “I want to fucking eat you, Aurora,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. “Here. Now. Hard.” I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the counter tighter. His touch was slow, teasing, but filled with fire. He pressed closer, the heat of his body swallowing me whole. I gasped, caught between the madness and the need. My legs tensed, heat spreading through me as his hands trailed my body with purpose. My voice was barely a whisper. “Luther…” He didn’t give me a chance to say more. All I knew was his hands, his mouth, his body—claiming me in a space that made my knees weak and my mind forget everything but him. His breath was hot against my neck as he bent down—Now on his knees, gripping my thighs with both hands. Suddenly, he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, his face now buried between my thighs. I tilted back, my hands spreading out on the cold counter behind me for support, my chest rising and falling fast. “Luther... damn..
Aurora's POV. Suddenly, Luther walked in, tall, commanding, fresh from a call, his shirt a little unbuttoned and that cool shadow of danger resting on his face like always. I followed him straight into the dining room, too nervous to even breathe properly. My hands were shaking slightly as I placed the plate down in front of him. This was it. My first damn attempt at making breakfast for him. My first time ever holding a pan in this godforsaken house. And despite the insults, the sabotage, the mockery—I did it. Or so I thought. Luther sat down, glancing at the food once, then at me. His brows lifted slightly. "You cooked this?" I nodded, trying not to fidget. "Like you said...” A beat passed before he picked up the cutlery and took the first bite. I waited. His jaw stopped moving. Then it tightened. He swallowed hard—and not in a good way. His eyes lifted slowly, sharply locking onto mine. “What the fuck is this?” My stomach dropped. “What?” He picked up the fork agai
Aurora's POV. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I regretted it.Not because of the chores I knew I was being forced into, or the fact that I hadn’t even touched a pan since Luther dragged me into his hellish palace. No. I regretted it because of the woman standing by the counter, arms folded, lips curled in that permanent sneer of disapproval.Mother in-law.She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched me—head to toe—as if the very sight of me gave her indigestion. Her gaze locked on the shirt I wore, Luther’s shirt, barely buttoned up to my thighs. I hadn’t bothered to change. Why should I? If Luther didn’t mind seeing me like this, why should she?But mother was already biting down on the opportunity. I could see it in her face.“What an entrance,” she said finally, her voice sharp as broken glass. “You parade around in my Luther's clothes like some... desperate whore in heat.”I stopped in front of the sink, refusing to look at her just yet. “Good morning to you too, Mother
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