Three years ago they got married with love in their hearts and promises on their lips. They were the perfect couple until everything slowly withered away. Aurora would have never imagined that her once loving husband, Adrian, would hand her divorce papers with no reason and walk away without a second thought. Eventually, she had to move on. Three years later, she is wiser, and free. But then Adrian returns, pleading for a chance to make things better, he wants to fix what he broke. Unfortunately, she isn’t the same woman who once waited for him. She was adamant on not letting him draw scars on her stars again, but he was persistent to draw stars by the scars he left. She tells him “the damage is too deep to mend.” He tells her “Don’t tell me it's too deep. Tell me what it'll take to make it right again, because I’d rather die trying to fix us than live without you.”
View More♞ Adrian: My fist tightened around his collar, and his fingers gripped my hands, trying to pry them off. “Can you fucking tell me what this is about before choking me to death?” Gabriel’s sharp eyes met mine. “I deserve to at least know what I've done wrong this time.” “Killing you here and right now would just make everything better for me, you know?” I asked, watching the change in his expression. I had received a call from Giovanni after I left Rory with my Dmitri and Leon yesterday to attend a meeting. I wasn't sure how he got it done, but he had somehow figured out that my step-brother was also pulling the reins behind the collapse at the site. Why he was doing it? I had no fucking idea. But he’ll eventually tell me if he wants to live. “How long did you think it would take me to find out you are somehow connected to Vincent Rein?” I asked him, tightening my hands around his collar. Gabriel's brows pulled together, and he blew out a breath. His frown deepened and slowly
♛ Aurora: I stood by the door, my gaze remained on Trish as I noticed her brows pulled together. After a moment of silence, she finally looked up and her gaze landed straight on me. I glanced down at my phone in her hands. What message was sent? If it was one from an unknown number, then I wouldn't know what to say to her, and Trish would certainly demand an explanation. She wouldn't be happy that I kept it from her. My throat felt tight as I took a step further, and towards where she was standing, “I promise I can explain.” I dived face first into trying to clear the air. Trish narrowed her eyes at me, “Rory…” her words trailed and she glanced down at the phone again, before looking up. Her eyes watched me carefully, and she dropped my phone to the bed, before letting out a deep restrained breath, “Rory, you need to tell me what's going on.” I swallowed the lump stuck to my throat, and my fingers tightened around my tooth brush which was in my hand. “Talk to me before I jump i
♞ Adrian: I slid my car keys into my pants pocket before looking up at the mansion before me. A deep breath escaped my lips and I ran my fingers through my neatly brushed hair, before making my way inside. I hated this house. I didn't like coming here. Neither do I like the memories it pulls coming here. My father’s message had been unclear to me. All it read was: 'Come home, Adrian. There’s something we need to discuss.' When I read the message first thing I woke up this morning, I almost canceled on it. My intention was to cover it up with me being out on a buisness meeting. But at the last moment, I decided to just come around. Besides, I had a certain other business to handle with someone in this house. The butler opened the door the second I stepped onto the porch, like he'd been waiting all day. “Welcome home.” He greeted with a nod, which I returned before he glanced inside, “They’re in the lounge.” I almost asked where else would they be? Probably perched on those pret
♛ Aurora: My gaze trailed over to my bedroom ceiling as I blinked my eyes open. I stretched over my bed and released a deep breath, before reaching out for my phone which I left on the bedside table. “You’re glowing.” I froze at the voice, my brows creased and I blinked, disoriented for half a second before I realized Trish was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, her brows raised in something close to amusement. She was dressed in her usual oversized red sweater and leggings, hair up in a messy bun, clutching a mug that smelled like tea. “Excuse me?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter on the bed. I glanced around the room, before my gaze trailed back to her. Events from last night cut through my thoughts and I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying to recall how it had ended and how I had gotten back into my room. I stretched my arms and felt a sharp pain on my shoulder blade, a wince escaped my lips and I brushed my fingers on my shoulder. It was at that
♛ Aurora: Something in me cracked open. I didn’t know what to do with the ache in my chest, his words reached for all the places I had carefully boarded shut. His confession wasn't just words to me… it was raw, trembling truth. I couldn't help but turn to glance at him. And what I saw in his eyes was vulnerability that left no room for armor. Everything he said was nothing but what he felt. I looked at him deeply, the same way his dark eyes stared at me deeply. His jaw was tight, like he was holding himself back from saying more. His fingers twitched at his thigh. He wasn't comfortable in the silence, he wanted me to say something. Anything. I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat, because something inside me was caving in. I hated him. I resented him. I despised him. But I loved him. I missed him. I ached for him. All at once. Adrian’s eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe me in. “Say someth
♛ Aurora: Adrian was silent for a long moment, he didn't answer immediately. When he released a deep breath, I realized he didn't want to say who he was suspecting. My brows pulled together, “Who?” He shook his head and ran his fingers through it, ruffling it before finally saying, “I don't want to get you involved in all of these.” His heavy stare fell on me. My frown deepened, “I'm already involved in it. Right from the moment someone decided to sabotage my work at the site. So what do you mean?” “Things run deeper than that. Other than the fact that you have someone who’s trying to sabotage your work because they have a vendetta against you. There’s also someone out there who is working with them because they have a vendetta against me.” I let his words settle in for a moment. My brows creased as I slowly understood the meaning behind his words. Someone was coming after me because of him? “Who?” I couldn't help but ask. “I can't tell you.” “Why?” He shook h
♛ Aurora: Without pondering much on who it might be because I had a feeling it was Adrian, I stood up from the couch and walked over to the door, before unlocking it and pushing the handle down. I Opened the door ajar a little and glanced outside. Relief settled cooly in my nerves when I saw that it was indeed Adrian. His dark rimmed eyes fell on me and a small smile tipped his lips, “Rory,” he called out. “Adrian,” I muttered in a low voice. He stood there, tall and calm, holding a paper bag in one hand, and a box of what I presumed to be sweets and chocolates in another hand. His tie was loose, shirt wrinkled from what must have been a long day, his hair was disheveled and covering part of his face. His eyes softened the second he saw my face. “I brought dinner,” he said, lifting the bag slightly. “And desserts” He added softly as he raised the other hand a little “You’re late.” I said as I briefly glanced at the time on my phone. It was already a couple of minutes after 11.
♛Aurora:I stared blankly at the message for a long moment. The fear that had been hiding deeply in my heart for days now returned in full force when I realized the message was sent by an unknown number that ended with **29.It was all unusual. At first, I hadn't taken the constant messages from this number seriously. I had taken it as spam messages from someone who probably didn't even know who I am.On the night I signed the divorce papers, I didn't take them seriously either. In high hopes that one day whoever is playing the pranks would stop.But now, I couldn't simply brush this off, because it was clear as daylight that someone out there was trying to play with not just my mental health but was also on a mission to scare me shitless.And somehow, I had a feeling that whoever was sending these messages was behind the accident. And that whoever it was wnated me dead.My fingers tightened around the phone.“You okay?” Trish’s voice cut into my thoughts.I glanced over at her. She
♛Aurora:“After inhaling all that antiseptic for almost a week straight, I fear I can't perceive nice things anymore.” Trish groaned from beside me. She made a gesture of wiping tears from her eyes dramatically, “This is all your fault, Rory.”Despite all the complaints, she still scooped a spoonful of ice cream and led it to her mouth.A small smile grazed my lips, and I spoke out, “You're welcome.”Dmitri snorted from the driver’s seat, catching Trish’s whining through the rearview mirror. “You act like you were the one in the hospital bed,” he said, brows lifting a little, and creasing into a frown. “Pretty sure the only thing you suffered was emotional distress from a lack of Wi-Fi.”Trish clutched her chest, and her brows pulled together as she picked offense in his words. “Excuse you! I happen to be a very sensitive soul, Dmitri. Being around sick people in a hospital that smells of nothing but antiseptic and drugs is traumatic. Do you know how many times I almost cried?”Leon,
♛ Aurora:People usually talk about marriages that fail because the love was never there, but no one talks about the pain of losing the love that was once there. “I have something important to tell you.” A frown curved up my brows as I read the text. “Don't wait up. Busy with work. Eat without me.” I could feel my heart crash in my chest the longer I read the second message he had sent. No one tells you about the heartbreak of watching a once-loving man drift away. And no one tells you how it feels to watch love wither away because of being neglected. When your husband’s affection turns to indifference. Or where a man who once loved you simply stops trying. Breakfasts on the table aren’t as warm as they used to be. Lunch is skipped ‘cause he got busy with work. While dinner is just me alone with the cutleries in my trembling hands as I stare at the door, waiting for him to show up, only to get a text an hour later that he wouldn’t be able to make it. The good morning k...
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