Chapter 1.
"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.Chapter 2.Aurora's POV. The door stood open just a crack, as if someone wanted it that way. That's when I could hear Richard's soft moans more louder... There he was, bare, kneeling on the bed, with a woman also naked, down on all fours in front of him, her back turned toward him... Her rear end was pressed up against him, and his C**k was deep inside her, feeling every inch. One hand gripped her hair, pulling her closer, while the other slid around her waist, driving into her with urgency... It felt like someone shot me in the heart. I was shaking, rage brewing inside me. My sight started to blur as I took in this betrayal... I still hadn't seen the woman's face yet. And just then, I heard Richard moan... again."Oh Fuck, fuck... shit... you're so wet and sweet Ru" He groaned as he thrust against her backside. Ru? Hearing that name sent chills down my spine. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open a crack more. A sliver of light revealed the nightmare within. My head swam.
Chapter 3.Aurora's POV. Still in his arms, I felt…small. He was solid, his chest broad against me, and even through the shirt, I could feel the strength in his arms. Before I could think, the words slipped out, barely a whisper."Will you fuck me?" I muttered into his ear.That's when my hand bumped into something. It wasn't skin. Cold, smooth…metal. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped. A wheelchair. I looked up at his face. God, he really was handsome. Strong jaw, dark hair curling back...Oh my god. I hadn’t even checked before I’d opened my mouth. I was in shock. I just wanted this to workHe seemed to sense my sudden shift, the embarrassment radiating off me. His grip tightened for a second, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my ear."If you…satisfy me," he rasped, his voice low and husky, "I'll pay you well."I looked into his eyes. They were intense, serious. It wasn't really about the money, It was about…desperation. Escape."Yes," I blurted out before I could overt
Chapter 4.Aurora's POV."Honey, our company is going down. Investors are withdrawing. We have to get the Hawthorne's involved." Lydia's voice was sharp, laced with panic.Hawthorne? That name hit me like a cold slap. Isn't that Richard's name? His surname. He isn't old so... who else is in their family that I would marry? Suddenly, Ruby, strutted into the room, her voice dripping with mock offense, "I mean, I can't marry any old man! I'm too young and classy for that. Aurora should! She's older than I am, after all.""Young and classy," I muttered under my breath. I bit my tongue, hard. After all, she'd stolen my boyfriend right under my nose. These people had a way of pushing you until you broke. Ever since Mum died, leaving me with Dad, and Lydia came in, birthing Ruby… everything changed. My life has never been the same. But, I'll do whatever it takes to get out of their grasp..... I'll marry whoever they want. And I will have my revenge. They took away my pride, made me feel
Aurora's POV, 5."I want revenge!" The words cracked as I forced them out, my breath hitching in my throat. "I want my family to pay for taking away everything..."A sob threatened to bubble up, the raw pain a physical thing. I scrubbed at my eyes, desperate to keep the tears at bay. Not now. Not here. Then, I pull up my wedding gown a little and practically ran towards him. My legs trembled, each step a battle against my own fear.I knelt, the rough carpet digging into my knees. I placed my hands on his broad thighs, the fabric of his expensive suit.Yes. This was it. My only way. Using his power, his connections… his wealth. For my own selfish reasons, absolutely.Suddenly, he cupped my jaw in his hand, the touch surprisingly gentle. He tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes… they were intense, searching.I could feel fear tightening in my belly, the kind that's deep and utterly primal.This… this was the first time I'd truly seen a man's eyes, looked into them thi
Aurora's POV, 6. Pawn In His Game.I woke up to someone calling and knocking on the door, sounding both polite and a bit pushy. My heart started racing, and panic kicked in, shaking off the sleepiness.“Mrs. Hawthorne?”The knock echoed in my mind. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Just a few more minutes, I told myself, letting the warmth of the bed lure me back.“Mrs. Hawthorne? May I come in, ma’am?”That voice again. Oh my God, it’s me! I jumped out of bed, the realization hitting me like a splash of cold water. I had just married Luther, and I was now a Hawthorne. It felt surreal—like a dream I hadn’t fully woken up from.But wait. I can’t stay married to him. Revenge first, then divorce. That thought was a spark in the chaos of my mind.“Mrs. Hawt—”Before the voice could finish, I called out, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I quickly reached for the blanket, pulling it around me as I sat back on the bed, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. “You can co
Chapter 7. Aurora's pov. A Night Of Abandonment."Brother, she's not the one in the picture!" The shout cut through the air. I watched, bewildered, as the woman strode purposefully towards Luther."What do you mean, Maya?" Luther's voice was rough, strained. I could sense the tension radiating from him.My heart began to pound in my chest. I didn't understand what was happening. One moment I was being presented as a bride, the next… this."She's their unwanted child. The unwanted daughter of the Duttman family!" Maya spat the words out, her finger jabbing in my direction."Unwanted?" The word escaped my lips, a shaky whisper. It felt like a punch to the gut. Unwanted? Was that really what I was?Suddenly, Luther wheeled himself directly in front of me. He was looking at my face… really looking at me, for what felt like the very first time since we married. My cheeks burned, and I instinctively looked away."Look at me!" His voice was sharp, edged with anger.Without hesitation, I
Chapter 8. Luther's POV. A Glimpse Of Vulnerability."Luke!" I barked, my voice echoing in the massive study. I knew he'd be lurking near the door. He always was.The door swung open almost instantly. "Yes, boss?" he replied, his gaze firm."Is everyone in the mansion asleep?" I needed to know. Urgency sliced through me."Yes, sir.""Good," I muttered, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Then, the question that had been clawing at me, "It's pouring out there. Check on that girl. See if she's finally succumbed to the cold.""Right away, sir," Luke said, and disappeared before I could blink.Why did I even care? After what her family had done... the lies, the deception. It burned. I'd find out exactly what their game was, and then they'd pay. Every last one of them.Before I could fully sink back into resentment, Luke burst back in, his voice tight with something – fear?"Sir...sir..." He stammered, "I...I think Mrs. Hawthorne... she's fainted!"Fainted? Fainted...? "How the hell di
Chapter 9 . Aurora's POV. Trapped In A Nightmare.Ugh… the sun. Right in my eye. I stretched, trying to shake off the sleep. My eyes felt heavy, and the first thing I noticed was that something wasn't right.""Ouch!" I flinched, quickly rubbing my head with my hand, just trying to shake off the sleepiness.My head was really hurting, almost like there was construction going on in my brain, and at the same time, I was experiencing this sharp, pulsating pain in my pu**y. Wait… I’m naked? How the hell did that happen? I remember… I remember being outside, practically begging Luther to to let me in. The cold stone against my knees… and the rain too. But now… a bed. Luther’s bed?Then, I saw it. A framed picture on the wall. Luther… smiling. And a woman beside him, also smiling. It was the first time I'd ever seen him smile. I barely recognize him. My chest hurt.I scrambled up, pulling the sheet around me. My insides churned, a cold, unfamiliar sensation settling in my stomach.God
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
Aurora's POV. Let Him See.His fingers slid between my thighs—slow at first—then deep.I gasped, my back arching as my hands gripped the vanity.“Luther,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t—”He didn’t stop. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. One hand played with my nipple again, pinching it hard while the other plunged a finger into my pussy.“Fuck,” I moaned, my legs trembling already. “It’s too much…”He chuckled behind me. “You say that every time, huh?” he murmured, “and yet you drip for me.”I was trying to hold back, trying to stay strong—but my body betrayed me.The mirror didn’t lie. It showed everything—my flushed face, parted lips, the hungry way my eyes fluttered shut every time he curled that finger deep inside me. The way his body towered behind mine, dark, dangerous… dominant.Then, just as he pushed a second finger in—The door opened.My whole body froze.Shock gripped my chest. My eyes shot open. In the mirror, I saw Luke—Luther’s right-hand man—s
Aurora's POV. Morning came too damn soon.Every part of me ached—from the rough way he handled me to the way I let him. The sheets clung to my sticky skin as I slowly opened my eyes.Luther was already up, standing near the closet, half-dressed, his back to me. My lips parted to call his name, but then—knock knock.Sharp. Loud. Too early.He froze.Then moved fast, yanking on a shirt without even buttoning it properly.Another knock.I panicked, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it tight around me. My body screamed from the aftermath of last night—my thighs sore, my skin marked.“Come in,” Luther barked, voice cold.The door creaked open.And there she was.Fucking Mia.Holding a tray like some goddamn housewife. Her fake smile plastered on her face like she rehearsed it in the mirror a hundred times.I didn’t say a word. Just stared.“Mia?” Luther’s tone dropped an octave—sharp, surprised, annoyed.“What are you doing here?” he snapped, stepping toward the door, blocking her from com
Aurora's POV.Then his hand—hot, rough, claiming—slid down between my thighs.I jerked.The ropes around my wrists tugged against the headboard. My ankles, still tied wide apart, left me wide open—exposed, trembling.And then—“Mmh... um...ahhh!”A cry ripped from my throat as his finger sank deep into my pussy.Not soft.Not teasing.He shoved it in. All the way.My back arched, my tits rising under the ropes tying them together. My thighs trembled. My mouth fell open around nothing.“Fucking soaked,” he muttered darkly. “You’re dripping, baby. This pussy’s filthy for me, isn’t it?”“yes, yes... fuck yes....Luther—ahh—!”My breath came in sharp little gasps as he curled his finger and dragged it out slowly—then slammed it back in again. Over and over. Each thrust harder than the last.Wet sounds filled the room—nasty..His finger moved faster, rougher, curling inside me, brushing the spot that made my eyes roll back even though I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel him—controll
Aurora's POV. Blindfold And Desires.The sharp clink of metal. The soft hiss of leather sliding through the loops of his pants.I didn’t see it—but I felt it. Felt the change in the air, the heat that rolled off him like a storm. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding against the blindfold wrapped tight over my eyes.He was quiet. Too quiet.Then—His hand wrapped around my throat.Not choking. Just there. Firm. Possessive.“You’re going to stay right there,” he said low, rough. “And take everything I give you.”I nodded, barely able to breathe.Then I felt it.His cock.Heavy. Hot. Veiny. Swollen. And Hard. He climbed over me—his knees on either side of my ribs, spreading his weight. I gasped when the thick head of his cock slapped against my jaw. My lips parted in shock, my entire body going still.“Oh my god,” I whispered.“You feel that?” he growled. “This cock’s been hard from the second I tied you up.”He dragged it over my cheek. Across my lips. My chin. The scent o
Aurora's POV.My husband's Fucktoy.“Let’s try something else, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing under my neck.I shivered.Before I could even blink, he scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. His chest was solid, his grip tight. I gasped, my arms wrapping around his neck for support. “Luther?” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Where are we going?”But he didn’t answer. He only kissed my forehead. Soft. Too soft.I expected him to put me onto the bed.But then, suddenly he pushed open the room with his foot.And we were heading towards a door..It was his room. His private one. The one he never let anyone near. Not even me.My heart kicked harder.“I’ve never—been here,” I breathed, my eyes scanning the dark walls, the strange stillness.He said nothing.He carried me inside like I was already his prisoner.When the door shut behind us, something shifted in the air.Thick. Dangerous. Heavy.He placed me down—gently—but his eyes told a different story. He didn’t loo
Aurora's POV. Gently, I opened the door, careful not to make a sound. If Luther was asleep, I wouldn’t wake him.I slipped off my heels, holding them in one hand as I stepped inside. Tiptoeing? No. This was my room too, and he was the one who demanded I be here.But then I saw him—his broad, bare back facing me, his body curled slightly.Was he really asleep? Or just pretending? And if he was so tired, why drag me up here?I ignored it. Moving to the vanity, I unhooked my earrings, one by one. The tiny clinks echoed in the silence. My necklace followed, then the bracelets, each sound sharp enough to wake him—if he was actually sleeping.Nothing.I peeled off my dress, tossed it aside, and walked to the closet, slipping into a silky nightwear. Finally, I climbed into bed, adjusting just my pillow when—Fuck.Luther's eyes were on me.Wide awake.Watching.Waiting."What kept you so long, huh?" His voice was calm, too calm. The kind that cut deep.I turned away quickly, my back to him.
Aurora's POV. Mia’s voice was so soft, so eerily calm, it was almost sickening. “Mother, tell me, is it wrong to tell anyone that the father of my child is Luther? I mean, after I give birth, Luther and I can finally be together.”My stomach twisted. The audacity.Mother raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “I don’t get it, Mia.”Mia let out a soft sigh, rubbing her belly like she was some tragic heroine. “Fine. Considering the fact that Luther and I used to date—and you know fully well that almost everyone knows we were together—at the event tonight, people who knew me were there. They asked about my pregnancy.” She paused for effect. “Then I told them.” Her gaze flickered to me, her lips curling with false innocence. “But this ingrate here,” she pointed a sharp, manicured finger at me, “came in my way.”Mother clenched her eyes shut for a second, either in irritation or anger. But I knew it wasn’t because of Mia’s twisted little sob story. No, her anger was because of me
Aurora's POV. The ride back to the mansion was suffocating. The air inside the car felt thick, pressing down on me like a punishment. Luther’s silence was worse than any harsh words he could’ve thrown at me. He didn’t even glance in my direction. Just stared ahead, jaw clenched, hands gripping the wheel like he was restraining himself from lashing out.When we finally pulled into the driveway, Luther wasted no time.“Luke,” he barked, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade.“Yes, boss,” Luke responded, stepping closer.“I don’t want any disturbances tonight. I need rest. I have a headache,” Luther said, his voice suddenly calmer, but that only made it more unsettling.A headache? Luther and a headache in the same sentence?Without another word, he walked past me, straight into the house. No glance. No acknowledgment. Just like that, as if I didn’t exist.I stood frozen for a second before following him inside, my heart pounding. And then, just as I stepped into the sitt