Thoughts about this chapter? Do y'all think Zane was wrong for blaming Aurora's death on Kaizen? I'll be responding to every comments, I know y'all have TONS of questions.
Kaizen's POVTwo weeks later.I took a long swig of the bottle of whiskey and didn't flinch as it burned down my throat. I stared unblinkingly at the wall, I couldn't remember how long I'd been here. A day? Two days? Two weeks? It certainly felt like forever. Seven bottles of whiskey later and I still couldn't numb the pain in my chest. I was torturing myself even more by staying in her bedroom. Her scent was all over the room, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it began to fade away. But I will not allow that. I won't allow any maids to come up here to clean her room.I tore open my third pack of cigarettes today. I placed the stock between my lips and connected it with the lighter. Just as I was about to take a drag, the door was suddenly shot open as a furious Sebastian stormed in.“Kaizen you can't keep doing this! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Sebastian shouted as he came over to me and snatched the cigarette from my lips, crushing it with his shoes. “I want to
Unknown POV“Is she ever going to wake up?” A worried voice asked quietly in the room.“She will. We just have to be a little more patient.” A firmer, more authoritative beautiful voice replied. What were they talking about?“But it's been four months. Maybe her body has rejected its healing?” The voice insisted.“Are you questioning my capabilities, Malia?” The voice was soft but held an accusatory tone.“My apologies, Artemis.” Malia apologized in a low voice. Wait, where had I heard that name before? Where the hell was I? Who were this people and what was I doing here. Why is it dark here?A deep headache hit my head, making me let out a pained groan. I heard a couple of gasps in the room. I tried again to open my eyes, but it refused to open. I began struggling from the bed and a soft hand immediately held mine. Surprisingly, the touch calmed me. The person's hand felt so soft and comforting that I immediately stopped struggling.“Be calm, child. You need not worry, you're safe
“It's strange, isn't it? How your heart burns… and burns… and suddenly turns to ice.” –Pyroman.SEVEN YEARS LATERIt was a typical Friday night at the club and the atmosphere was electric. People were drinking and dancing, the bass of music vibrating through the floor. I stood in the center of the stage, gyrating to the beat with a captivating grace. All they saw was a stripper, twirling around the pole and the crowd was entranced by my performance.A black mask covered the good parts of my face, hiding my face from their view. It made it more exciting and earned me more money. They'd be curious to know what's underneath even if it meant paying huge amounts of money to achieve that.I was wearing a tight black corset that hugged my chest and curves perfectly. It was paired with a lacy hot red thong. Over the years I'd grown in places I'd never imagined. I was skinny even years ago, but now, I am filled in all the right places. The crowd was spellbound, their eyes fixed on me as I dan
As soon as Raphael and Maximus left the room, I took off my sweaty clothes and changed into a more sexy lingerie. It was bright red and cut very low, my breasts were practically spilling. I added red lipstick to my face and caked my face with makeup. If he was willing to pay that amount of money, then he'd want to be impressed.Looking at my reflection through the mirror, I nodded in approval. There were rules whenever I was having a private session with a client. They could only sit and watch. No touching. I'd been offered hundreds of dollars to go home with them, but I'd nicely declined all the time. That didn't seem to stop them though. They were very persistent.Getting paid to be fucked made me feel like a whore. I'd prefer getting fucked for pleasure and nothing more. 'As if being a stripper doesn't classify you as a whore.' Mia chirped inside my head. Yeah, Mia was still here. She hadn't died, thankfully. Though, she had been quiet for almost six months before she started tal
Rose's POVI let out an annoyed groan as the sunlight streamed into my room. I covered my face with my blonde hair, trying to avoid the harsh rays.My naked body was pressed to a warm chest and I snuggled into him tightly. I was so fucking tired after last night. Tristan has never disappointed me, not even once. He was that good in bed, but unfortunately I couldn't give him what he wanted.I knew it wouldn't be long before he would get tired of waiting for me. I was on the verge of going back to sleep when he rubbed my bare back and ran his soft hands through my hair. He placed a kiss on my neck, causing me to let out a moan. “Morning Rose.” He murmured groggily.“Morning,” I replied, unenthusiastically. I wasn't really a morning person. I hated mornings. But thankfully today was Saturday. My day off. I placed a kiss on his neck, feeling him hardening underneath me. I placed my legs on either side of him, straddling him. “Aren't you sore?” He asked in amusement.I didn't respond, tr
Rose's POVI had fallen asleep in between watching a movie with the guys but the sound of knocking on the door abruptly woke me up.I looked up to find Max and Raphael so engrossed in the movie, I was sure they didn't hear the sound of someone banging on the door. But I was too lazy to stand up. I snuggled into the warm blankets as the knocking continued catching Raphael's attention.“I think someone's at the door. I'll go get it.” He said, standing to his feet as he walked towards the door. I could hear his surprised voice as soon as he saw whoever was at the door. “You? What are you doing here?” Raphael's stunned voice questioned.I could faintly hear the voice of a man behind the door. “She invited you over?” Raphael replied. “Hold on a sec, let me go get her.” He closed back the door and I was already fully awake at this time. Goddess, let it not be who I think it was.“Who is it?” I asked, though I already had an inkling of who it could be. “The guy from the club. The one who
(Please note: Whenever she's at the club or anywhere else that people don't know her real name, then the chapter would be in Rose's POV as that's the name they know. But it's actually her stage name. I hope this clears any confusion. Have a great day!:D)Aurora's POVI woke up in a dark, damp basement, tied to a chair as I slowly began to regain consciousness. The room is lit by a single candle on a table in front of me. I could make out the tall dark imposing figure standing in front of me. Why did I always seem to be caught in this position?“Where the fuck am I?” My voice sounded groggy, but I ignored it. After years of living an uncomplicated life and these bastards cane into the picture. “Get me out of here right now or—” I bagsn to demand before he cut me off.“You are in my lair.” His voice held a deep baritone as he stepped into the light. “And you've been brought here for a purpose.” Whilst saying this, he looked completely calm and collected, like he was talking about the
Aurora's POVI was currently sitting on the bed, staring at my phone as my finger hovered over Raphael's mobile number.I had decided to call Raphael instead of Maximus because I knew he would be more understanding. Maximus would throw a fit and probably hunt me down.The look they had shared earlier made me realize they could easily find out where I was. How they were able to do that, I didn't know. I finally mustered up the courage to click the dial. Raphael answered on the second ring. “Aurora? Where the hell are you? It's one am in the morning and we are worried sick.” Raphael said quietly and I heard shuffling on the other end as if he was getting out of bed. “I'm sorry, Raphael. Did I wake you?” I spoke softly.“No you didn't. I'm currently hiding in the bathroom. I don't want Max to listen in on our conversation and you calling by this hour means something's up. Is everything okay?”I took in a deep breath and dropped the bomb. “Raphael, I need to tell you something. I won't