Aurora Sinclair has always wanted to live life on her own terms. She works hard, keeps her head high, and refuses to depend on anyone—even when times are tough. But her peaceful life is thrown into chaos when her father forces her into an unexpected marriage with Damien Sterling, a powerful billionaire hiding a dangerous secret. Damien never planned on getting married, especially not through blackmail. But with Thomas Sinclair threatening to expose him, Damien has no choice but to agree. What he doesn’t expect is to fall for Aurora’s fiery spirit and kind heart. When Aurora discovers the truth about their marriage, she feels betrayed by both her father and Damien. Hurt and angry, she pushes Damien away, but he’s determined to prove that his love for her is real. Caught between lies, secrets, and their growing feelings for each other, Aurora and Damien must decide if their love is worth fighting for—or if their differences will tear them apart forever.
ดูเพิ่มเติมYears passed, and the quiet peace that settled over the land after the fall of Victoria Fontaine became a beacon of hope for all who had once lived in fear. The world, once fractured by power struggles and bloodshed, was now slowly but surely beginning to heal. The wounds were deep, but the promise of a brighter future kept them moving forward.Aurora and Damien had moved far away from the ruins of the past, creating a home that was filled with laughter and love. Their bond, once forged in the fire of their shared struggles, had only grown stronger with time. It was a new chapter for both of them—a chapter that held more than just the promise of survival. It was a promise of happiness, of a life free from the shadows of those who had tried to control them.Aurora’s pregnancy had come as a surprise to both of them, but it was a welcome one. For years, she had fought to survive, to escape the grasp of those who had wanted to use her. Now, she was carrying a future of her own—a future fi
The sound of the distant waves crashing against the cliffs echoed through the halls of the abandoned mansion, where Damien, Aurora, and Bruce stood in the quiet aftermath of their battle. The once grand estate was now a shattered monument to a dark reign that had finally crumbled.The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of what they had just endured. But it was a strange kind of silence—one that was filled with the promise of peace, of a life beyond the chaos. Yet, it was hard to forget what had been left behind.Aurora stood by the large, broken window, looking out at the ocean. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, a stark contrast to the coldness that had hung in the air moments ago. She still wore the chains that had once confined her, though now they were nothing more than a symbol of her past suffering. Her fingers brushed over them absently, but the gesture wasn’t filled with the weight of despair anymore. There was no more bitterness
Damien’s chest heaved with each breath, the taste of blood in his mouth. He wiped his lip, his eyes narrowed, focusing on the hulking figure of Victoria’s bodyguard. The man loomed before him, an unyielding wall of muscle and fury. Every movement the bodyguard made was powerful, deadly—each strike threatening to end Damien’s life.But Damien wasn’t going down. Not now, not when Aurora was so close to freedom. He would kill this bastard if it was the last thing he did.The bodyguard lunged again, his massive fists swinging in a blur of rage. Damien had learned quickly—this guy’s power came from brute strength and size, but it was also his Achilles' heel. He was slow. Slow enough for Damien to slip past him, using his agility to stay one step ahead.Damien ducked under a swing, then twisted to the side, landing a solid punch to the bodyguard's ribs. The man grunted but didn’t falter. He was like a beast, enraged and relentless. Damien knew he had to end this quickly.Lena, Rafe, and the
The air was thick with smoke and the pungent scent of blood as Damien and his team pushed forward, their weapons trained on the array of machinery scattered throughout the inner courtyard. The enemy's forces had been decimated, but the last line of defense was something far worse: Aurora’s machines, the heart of the operation that had kept her imprisoned, manipulating her and controlling everything from behind the scenes.Damien stood at the edge of the courtyard, his eyes scanning the massive steel behemoths that hummed menacingly in the distance. These were no ordinary machines. They were advanced, high-tech devices, designed not only to monitor but to incapacitate anyone who tried to break into the facility. But that was not what made them dangerous. What truly made them a threat was that they could control Aurora’s very mind—lock her in a mental prison that she could not escape."We need to destroy everything," Damien muttered to Rafe, his voice low and full of intent. "Burn it al
The night exploded into chaos as the first gunshot rang out. Damien’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The quiet that had settled in the estate’s outer yard moments before was shattered, replaced by the shrill sound of gunfire and the cacophony of combat. His mind sharpened, focusing entirely on the mission at hand—get Aurora out and make sure they didn’t leave anyone behind.His grip tightened around Aurora’s hand as he pulled her behind a concrete pillar, using it as cover. She was weak from her time in captivity, but she moved with him instinctively, her body pressed close to his. "Stay down," he urged, his voice tight, low.Rafe was already in action, moving swiftly along the perimeter, his gun raised, eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The guards were everywhere now, pouring out of the estate’s back doors like a flood, weapons raised, ready for anything. They had been expecting an assault. They had been ready for them to come.Damien could
Damien stood in front of the large map spread across the table, his finger tracing the intricate lines of the Blackwood estate. The tension in the air was palpable, the quiet before the storm. This wasn’t a simple rescue mission; it was the culmination of every choice he’d made in the last few months, every piece of the puzzle falling into place.His father, Brian, had given him the tools. His men had prepared the strategy. Now it was up to him to execute it. Damien glanced at the faces of the team gathered around him. Lena, Rafe, and the others were set, their expressions hard as stone. They were ready for this. They had to be."Everything’s in place," Lena said, breaking the silence. "The information leak has put Victoria on edge. She won’t know what hit her when we move."Damien nodded. "We have one shot at this. Once we’re in, there’s no turning back. Aurora and Bruce are our priority. Everything else comes second."Brian stepped forward, his cold gaze scanning the group. "The gua
🌹 Aurora 🌹 Aurora sat in the damp, cold dungeon, her chains rattling as she shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor. The shadows in the corners seemed to press in on her, but she didn’t mind. The darkness no longer felt like a threat—it felt like a promise.Victoria’s words had stung, but they hadn’t shaken her. The older woman’s attempts to break her had failed, and Aurora knew that nothing Victoria could say or do would ever make her doubt her own strength.She wasn’t afraid of death. No, it was something else that made her pulse quicken, something that had nothing to do with fear. It was the anticipation. The knowledge that Damien was coming.She could feel it in her bones.Damien had always been her anchor. He’d always been the one to fight for her, even when things seemed impossible. And now, even though she was locked in the dungeon of the woman who had caused so much pain and suffering, she couldn’t help but smile. She knew Damien would come.The flicker of light that had i
Victoria Fontaine stood at the penthouse window, staring out at the sprawling city below, the night sky clouded over with dark storm clouds. She had built this empire brick by brick, each step deliberate, each move calculated. She had made her name synonymous with power, control, and fear. And now, in the span of a few short hours, her world was beginning to unravel before her eyes.Damien. That damn, insolent son of hers. How could he have done this to her?Victoria seethed, her grip tightening on the glass. The leak, the carefully orchestrated campaign to expose her to the world—every secret she’d spent years burying, every crime she had committed, now laid bare. And worse yet, the ones she thought would be loyal to her, the very people who feared her, were now turning against her. Her allies were scattered, and the walls she’d so carefully constructed were crumbling.This wasn’t just a betrayal. It was an assault on everything she’d worked for.She turned from the window, her heels
The first wave of leaks was subtle. News outlets ran short pieces, headlines that hinted at corruption, whispers of an influential figure, but they never directly named Victoria Fontaine. The key was to keep it vague but compelling, drawing enough attention without exposing the full scope of the operation. But even in its mildest form, it was enough to cause a ripple across the city.Damien sat in the war room of the safehouse, his eyes fixed on the large screen mounted on the wall. It displayed a live feed from a local news station, the anchor’s face tight with uncertainty as she reported the breaking story.“This morning, an anonymous whistleblower sent us a series of documents revealing what seems to be an intricate web of corruption involving high-profile business leaders. The documents allege several under-the-table dealings, financial manipulations, and other illegal activities that stretch across the business world and into the highest levels of government.”Damien’s lips curle
I had just settled into the comfort of my small apartment when my phone rang. The piercing sound broke through the calm silence like a knife, and I stared at the screen, sighing at the familiar name flashing across it. Charles Sinclair. My father.We hadn’t spoken in weeks, not since our last argument that ended in me storming out of the Sinclair estate. I debated letting the call go to voicemail, but I knew better. Ignoring him never made things easier. If anything, it only prolonged the inevitable.With a resigned sigh, I picked up the phone.“Hello, Dad,” I said, keeping my voice even.“Aurora,” his tone was sharp, as always. Not a greeting, not a trace of warmth. Just my name, spoken like it was a command. “I need you to come to the estate. Now.”I frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. “It’s late. Can’t this wait until morning?”“No, it cannot,” he snapped, leaving no room for negotiation. “Be here in thirty minutes. Don’t make me send someone to fetch you.”Before I could r...
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