Aurora's POV. "You're a motherfucking bastard!"I shoved at his chest, my hands slamming against Luther's rock-hard muscle. My voice cracked, raw with a rage that felt like it was tearing me apart. "I am not your fucking slave, Luther!"He didn't even flinch. Didn't move a muscle. It was like hitting a brick wall.I hit him again, harder this time. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn't care. "I should be allowed to have a life! To make my own choices! To go out on my own fucking terms!" The words tumbled out, fueled by months, years, of simmering resentment.Luther just stood there. Unyielding. His cold, dark eyes burned into mine, an intensity that made my stomach drop and a shiver crawl down my spine despite the anger boiling inside. It felt… possessive.I tried to shove him again, desperate to create some distance, but this time he was ready. His hands caught mine, his grip like steel.Before I could even open my mouth to scream, his lips crashed onto mine.It wasn't a kiss. It was a
Aurora's POV. The air in the room felt like it was crushing me, thick with anger and something dangerous. I jumped between Luther and Richard, a gasp escaping my lips. Richard's smug smirk vanished as Luther aimed the gun at him, his brow furrowing."Luther," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. "I... I wasn't doing anything with him, I swear." A lie. A blatant, pathetic lie.His gaze snapped from Richard to me, his eyes burning into mine. His breath was hot against my face. "You weren't doing anything because I came in. Because I followed you when you stormed out of the room angrily." Luther's voice was a low growl. "If I hadn't come down... you'd be another Mia. Another fucking betrayal. Why the fuck are you doing this?" He yelled, brushing the cold barrel of the gun against my hair, just touching my ear. I trembled, fear wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket."I'm sorry," I choked out, tears starting to well. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I was confused...
Aurora's POV. My mother-in-law's voice, dripping with forced tears, cut through the tension. "Luther, why do you want to kill your brother over a woman? What has... what has he even done?" The tears were a sham, I could see it, meant only for Richard, her precious, idiot son."What do you mean, Mother? He always tries to steal the women I'm with. And now he's got his damn eyes on my wife!" Luther roared, the gun still trembling in his hand, aimed at Richard."Richard! Say something! What is all this about? Were you trying something with her?" She glared at me, pure disgust etched on her face. "Richard, can't you at least get a decent woman for yourself if you wanted something to do with a woman? What the hell?"That's when Richard finally spoke, his voice shaky. "Mother... Aurora came to me, okay? She came to me of her own damn free will. Maybe she feels like Luther isn't doing his job as a husband properly." He finished with a sickening smirk."What?" Mother in law shrieked, and t
Aurora's POV. My Chest felt heavy.My head was spinning.Luther was furious.Not just angry—this was something else. Something worse.I could feel it in the way he had spat my name, in the venom dripping from his voice, in the way he had stormed off, slamming the door with a force that shook me to my bones.And the worst part?I had no idea what he was going to do next."Great, just great... you’ve finally pushed my brother to his limits! I hope he never lets you off the hook for your idiotic behavior!" Maya's words sliced through the fog in my brain. But my eyes, my whole being, was still fixed on the direction Luther had stormed off in... towards our room."What? No comeback, Aurora?" she taunted, stepping closer. "Not so bold now, are you? You fucked up, and now you’re scared." She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Pathetic."I clenched my fists, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. But my body betrayed me—my trembling hands, the rapid rise and fall of my c
Aurora's POV. "Um... Luther, what do you want?" The words caught in my throat, barely a whisper. It felt pathetic. "How can I... how can I prove to you that Richard doesn't matter in any of this?" My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed him to believe me.I took a shaky step closer, wanting to touch him, to feel connected. I reached for his wrist, hoping to bridge the gap that felt like a chasm opening between us. But he flinched away, his touch cold, almost repulsed. My stomach dropped. He didn't say anything, just turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving me standing there like an idiot.My fingers tightened around the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric. I felt a lump forming in my throat. He was slipping away. Frustration warred with a desperate ache for him. What was I supposed to do?The sound of the shower starting filled the silence, a steady, insistent rush.I swallowed hard, my feet rooted to the spot. Should I knock? Should I give him space, walk away, maybe even
Aurora's POV. Luther’s eyes didn’t soften.They burned.Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back under the shower spray. He increased thr shower, instead of turning the damn thing off. The water ran hot, but it was nothing compared to the heat rolling off his body. My back hit his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind, trapping me.His cock, still hard and moist with his cum from our last round, pressed against my ass. He wasn’t done.Not even close."You think you can just walk into the bathroom, tempt me, and that’ll be it?" His voice was rough against my ear, sending shivers through me. "No, sweetheart. I’m not letting you go until I’ve fucked every inch of you. Until you fucking learn to play by my rules.""Um... fuck...uh.." I moaned as his teeth grazed my neck, his tongue soothing the bite before he sucked the skin hard, marking me. His hands slid down my stomach, lower, until his fingers slipped inside my pussy, finding my st
Luther’s POV. I didn’t give her a second to recover.Grabbing Aurora by the waist, I lifted her off the bathroom counter with ease, her body still trembling from the way I had just devoured her. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back as I carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.I didn’t bother drying us off.I threw her onto the bed, her damp skin hitting the sheets as she let out a soft gasp. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, her body still flushed from pleasure. But I wasn’t done.Not even fucking close.I climbed on top of her, pinning her down. My hand went straight to her breast, squeezing them roughly, molding them to my palms. She whimpered when I rolled her nipple between my fingers, twisting it just enough to make her gasp."Still fucking horny, aren’t you?" I smirked darkly, lowering my mouth to one of her breasts.I sucked her nipple into my mouth, hard, making her arch off the bed. My tongue flicked over the hardened bud, tasting h
Luther's POV. 52. Barefoot. Shirtless. Barely breathing through the rage boiling inside me.I stormed downstairs, my footsteps heavy against the floor. Every muscle in my body was tense, my fists clenched, veins bulging. I wasn’t here to waste time.Richard wasn’t in the sitting room. But Maya was. She sat on the couch, sipping a drink like she had nothing better to do.I stopped in front of her. "Where the fuck is Richard?"Maya stiffened, the glass in her hand trembling slightly. "Uh…" Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "Why are you looking for him?"My jaw locked. "Are you seriously standing there wasting my time?"She licked her lips, clearly nervous, but still stalling. "It's just that… everything’s been quiet and suddenly—""Do I have to spell it out for you?" My voice was low, dangerous. "Do I owe you a fucking explanation?"She flinched but still hesitated.I took a step closer. "Are you going to tell me where he is, or do I need to throw you out of my way?"Maya let out a s
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