Aurora's POV. A Slap On The Face.My blood ran cold as Maya's words hit me. "You don't belong here. You don't belong in the Hawthorne family. You're just as useless as anything," she sneered, her voice dripping with a disdain that felt like a slap in the face.A harsh laugh bubbled up from my chest, tinged with disbelief and hurt. "Can't you just shut your mouth for once, huh? Do you ever go a single day without running it?" I snapped, my voice laced with a frustration that had been building for months.Maya's eyes narrowed, a dark glint flashing in them. But I was beyond caring. I stepped closer, invading her space, my voice dripping with venom. "You don't want me for your brother, yet I've been married to him for months now. And let me guess—you're perfectly fine with this backstabbing whore taking my place?" I whirled around, jabbing a finger towards Mia, my lip curling in disgust. "This is who you'd rather have as your sister-in-law?" The accusation stung, a raw pain blooming i
Aurora's POV."What the hell?"Luther’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. As he stepped forward, the crowd of guests parted for him like the Red Sea.His presence was suffocating, heavy with authority. My pulse kicked up."What is this foolish drama you’re all putting up publicly?" His voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.Maya’s lips parted, about to speak first—No.Not this time.I stepped forward, beating her to it. "Luther, they started it first," I said quickly, slipping my hand into his arm as I turned to face them with a sly smile. I thought I knew how this would go.I thought wrong.Luther shook my hand off like I was something dirty clinging to his skin.Then he took a step back.A cold, humiliating step back.My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my face, my forehead burning as though the whole room had just closed in on me. My breath hitched, eyes widening in disbelief."For the last time, what happened here?" His voice was louder now, sharper.I
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
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. 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.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. 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.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. 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