🌹 Aurora 🌹The city buzzed with whispers of scandal, but inside Reynolds Pharmaceuticals, the silence was suffocating.Aurora sat in her office, staring at the countless headlines flooding her screen. Every major news outlet had picked up the story, dissecting her family’s legacy like vultures tearing into a fresh carcass.“Reynolds Pharmaceuticals in Crisis: Allegations of Fraud Surface”“Hawthorne Biotech’s CEO Exposes Corporate Corruption”“Aurora Reynolds and Damien Sterling: The Faces of a Dying Empire?”Aurora clenched her jaw and scrolled through the articles, each one worse than the last. Every accusation, every leaked document, every carefully placed “anonymous source” was designed to erode trust in Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.The worst part?This wasn’t just corporate warfare. This was personal.Alistair Hawthorne wasn’t just trying to dismantle the company—he was trying to ruin her family.And he was succeeding.A sharp knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Dam
🌹 Aurora 🌹The weight of betrayal sat heavy on my chest.The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaos—public backlash, financial losses, and desperate damage control. Every time we thought we had a grip on the situation, something new surfaced, threatening to pull us under.And now, standing in Damien’s penthouse, I could feel the walls closing in on us.Across from me, Damien was seated at his desk, his face illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. His jaw was set, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as he analyzed the latest reports on Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.“This isn’t just a smear campaign,” he muttered. “Caldwell knows exactly where to strike.”I crossed my arms, pacing the room. “Because someone is feeding him information.”Damien’s fingers froze on the keys. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his expression unreadable. “You think there’s a leak?”I swallowed hard. “I know there is.”The things Caldwell had exposed weren’t just public knowledge. He had target
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
The next morning, I woke to the harsh sunlight streaming through my apartment window, but the weight of the previous night’s conversation refused to lift. My father’s words echoed in my mind, an unrelenting drumbeat. “I’ve arranged a marriage for you. The papers are already being drawn up.” I sat up in bed, clutching my blanket as though it could shield me from the storm that was brewing. Daemon Reynolds. Even the name sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t know much about him—just whispers, rumors of a man with a ruthless reputation. He was a force to be reckoned with in the corporate world, his family’s pharmaceutical empire dominating industries far beyond medicine. But there was something else about him, something darker. A knock at my door startled me, pulling me from my thoughts. “Who is it?” I called, my voice hoarse from sleep—or maybe from the strain of holding back last night’s tears. “It’s Sophie,” came the cheerful reply. My best friend’s voice was a welcome relief, t
Daemon's Point of ViewI waited in the private lounge of the Reynolds estate, the weight of my father's demands and Nelson Sinclair’s threats pressing down on me like an iron cage. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, but they couldn’t rival the darkness of the thoughts swirling in my mind.When the door opened, I remained seated, my posture rigid. She entered, her footsteps hesitant but deliberate. Aurora Sinclair.She wasn’t what I expected. I had pictured someone meek, easily molded by her father’s hand. Instead, she walked in with her head held high, her vivid green eyes locking onto mine with startling defiance. The simple white dress she wore contrasted sharply with the fire in her gaze.“Mr. Reynolds,” she greeted, her voice steady, betraying none of the unease I hoped to see.“Miss Sinclair,” I replied coolly, not bothering to mask my disdain. “You’re late.”A faint flicker of irritation crossed her face, but she recovered quickly. “I didn’t realize this meeting
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe moment I walked out of the meeting with Daemon Reynolds, my blood boiled. His arrogance, his icy tone, his audacity—it was all too much. The man thought he could intimidate me, but he had another thing coming.I stormed down the hallway of the estate, barely noticing the opulence around me. Polished marble floors, towering windows with silk drapes, and expensive artwork lining the walls—all of it screamed power and wealth. It wasn’t impressive. It was a reminder of the chains this marriage represented.When I finally stepped outside, the cool evening air hit my face, calming me just enough to stop and breathe. The garden stretched before me, manicured to perfection. But beneath its beauty, I saw it for what it truly was—a carefully curated cage.I sat on a stone bench, staring at the fountain ahead. Water trickled softly, breaking the silence of the night. My father’s words echoed in my mind.“You’ll thank me one day, Aurora. This marriage is what’s best for
The night air was colder than usual, but it wasn’t the chill that kept me awake. It was the suffocating weight of my own choices. Sitting in my study, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table beside me, I stared at the envelope resting in front of me. It was thick, worn, and filled with evidence—a time bomb disguised as paper.Aurora Sinclair’s father was a bastard, but he was a bastard who knew how to manipulate. He’d played his cards so perfectly that I was cornered with no way out.Bryce Sinclair didn’t approach me with polite business offers or negotiations. No, he came armed with something far deadlier: a file detailing mydarkest secrets, my father’s past, and the fragile empire I had worked tirelessly to build. The file contained things that no one else should ever know. But Sinclair had his hands on it, and now, I had no choice but to play along with his twisted game.He knew about my mother's death, how it was no accident. He knew about my real father, the one I’d never been
The weight of that message lingered in my mind as I walked through the cold, sleek hallways of Reynolds Enterprises. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my chest, leaving me numb, detached from everything around me. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and tried to focus, but the shadows of doubt crept in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.I reached my office, taking a deep breath as I pushed open the door. The large windows overlooking the city were still covered in the early morning mist, but the view was stunning, as it always was. If there was one thing I had always appreciated about this building, it was the commanding presence it offered. It was mine. The empire my father had built and handed over to me, piece by piece.But now, with Sinclair pulling the strings in the background, I wasn’t so sure it was really mine anymore.As I sat behind my desk, my thoughts kept drifting back to Aurora. It was easy to hate her father, to see h
🌹 Aurora 🌹The weight of betrayal sat heavy on my chest.The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaos—public backlash, financial losses, and desperate damage control. Every time we thought we had a grip on the situation, something new surfaced, threatening to pull us under.And now, standing in Damien’s penthouse, I could feel the walls closing in on us.Across from me, Damien was seated at his desk, his face illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. His jaw was set, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as he analyzed the latest reports on Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.“This isn’t just a smear campaign,” he muttered. “Caldwell knows exactly where to strike.”I crossed my arms, pacing the room. “Because someone is feeding him information.”Damien’s fingers froze on the keys. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his expression unreadable. “You think there’s a leak?”I swallowed hard. “I know there is.”The things Caldwell had exposed weren’t just public knowledge. He had target
🌹 Aurora 🌹The city buzzed with whispers of scandal, but inside Reynolds Pharmaceuticals, the silence was suffocating.Aurora sat in her office, staring at the countless headlines flooding her screen. Every major news outlet had picked up the story, dissecting her family’s legacy like vultures tearing into a fresh carcass.“Reynolds Pharmaceuticals in Crisis: Allegations of Fraud Surface”“Hawthorne Biotech’s CEO Exposes Corporate Corruption”“Aurora Reynolds and Damien Sterling: The Faces of a Dying Empire?”Aurora clenched her jaw and scrolled through the articles, each one worse than the last. Every accusation, every leaked document, every carefully placed “anonymous source” was designed to erode trust in Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.The worst part?This wasn’t just corporate warfare. This was personal.Alistair Hawthorne wasn’t just trying to dismantle the company—he was trying to ruin her family.And he was succeeding.A sharp knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Dam
The morning the world turned against Reynolds Pharmaceuticals, Aurora knew something was wrong before she even saw the headlines.Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—calls from unknown numbers, frantic texts from colleagues, missed calls from Damien. The air in her penthouse felt thick with something unspoken, a warning whispering through the walls.Then she saw it.The headline was everywhere, plastered across news outlets, trending on social media:“Reynolds Pharmaceuticals: A Legacy Built on Lies?”Aurora’s stomach twisted as she clicked on the article. The words on the screen blurred together in a haze of disbelief.Leaked documents suggest that Reynolds Pharmaceuticals has engaged in unethical drug trials, falsified reports, and concealed dangerous side effects of its best-selling medications. In an exposé released by Hawthorne Biotech’s CEO, Alistair Hawthorne, the evidence is damning.Her hands clenched around her phone as she scrolled through the attached documents—bank transactio
🌹 Damien 🌹The drive to my father’s estate was silent, but the tension in the air was thick. Aurora sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her expression unreadable. She wasn’t resisting this time, wasn’t pushing back the way she usually did. But I could see the storm brewing in her eyes.She was thinking. Processing. And I knew that whatever was going through her mind, it wasn’t anything good.I reached over, resting a hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to come in.”She turned to me, her gaze locking onto mine. “I want to.”I exhaled through my nose, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I wasn’t sure what I was about to walk into with my father, but I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. Aurora didn’t need to be here for it.But she was just as much a part of this as I was now.We arrived at the Sterling estate just as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the perfectly manicured gardens. The guards let us through without question, and as I stepped out of the car, I
🌹 Damien 🌹The first thing I noticed when I woke up was her.Aurora.Lying beside me, her body still tangled in the sheets, her soft breaths even and rhythmic.Her bare skin glowed under the dim morning light filtering through the massive windows, a stark contrast to the storm she had unleashed in me just hours ago.I’d meant to be gentle with her. I really had.But she had pushed me, teased me with that defiant fire in her eyes, knowing damn well what it would do to me.And so, I’d claimed her. Completely.My fingers traced slow circles on her exposed back, watching as she shifted slightly, her face pressing into the pillow. Even in sleep, she looked... at peace.The kind of peace I hadn’t known in years.And yet, as I lay there, staring at her, a dull ache settled in my chest.Because peace wasn’t something men like me could afford.And she had no idea what she was walking into.My father’s words from last night echoed in my mind."You think you can protect her from this world, Da
🌹 Aurora 🌹The night air was thick with tension.As Damien and I stepped out of his father’s office, the weight of what we had just uncovered pressed down on me like a vice.Victor Sterling was not just a man who controlled power—he was power itself.His words lingered in my mind, laced with condescension and veiled threats."You think you’re in control? You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you don’t even understand."For the first time since I entered this world, I felt small.Insignificant.Like a thread in a carefully woven web of deception that stretched far beyond what I had imagined.Beside me, Damien was tense, his posture rigid as we walked down the grand hallway of the Sterling estate. He hadn’t said a word since we left his father’s office, but his grip on my wrist was firm, his movements controlled—too controlled.I could feel the storm brewing inside him.And I knew it was only a matter of time before it exploded.We stepped outside into the cool night air, the silence b
🌹 Aurora 🌹The city lights blurred as Damien sped through the streets, the black list burning in my lap. I gripped it tightly, as if holding it any looser would make it disappear, as if the truth inside it wasn’t already seared into my mind.Our names were on it.I had never been naïve enough to believe we were untouchable, but this was different. Seeing our names among men who had vanished, who had been silenced, sent a chill through my veins.Damien didn’t speak. His fingers clenched around the steering wheel, his jaw tight with the kind of rage that simmered just beneath the surface. The kind that meant something dangerous was brewing.My stomach twisted. “What are we supposed to do now?”His eyes didn’t leave the road. “We go to my father.”I snapped my head toward him. “Are you insane?”“No.” His tone was clipped. “We don’t have a choice.”I let out a sharp breath. “Victor Sterling is part of this. He knew what was happening. You really think he’s just going to hand us the trut
🌹 Damien 🌹Vincent Morelli leaned back in his chair, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his face. His smirk was gone now, replaced by something colder—something that told me we weren’t just playing in dangerous waters.We were drowning in them.Aurora stood beside me, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. She was good at hiding it, but I could feel her tension, the way her breath hitched when Morelli spoke, the way she stole a glance at me like she was waiting for my reaction.I didn’t give her one.Instead, I kept my gaze locked on Morelli. “You like games, don’t you?” I said, my voice steady.His lips twitched. “Only when I know I’m winning.”I folded my arms. “Then tell us what’s coming on June 18th. Because if you think we’re just going to sit back and let whatever happens destroy us, you don’t know us very well.”Morelli chuckled, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a chill down my spine. “See, that’s the thing. You two weren’t supposed to know about any of this
🌹 Aurora 🌹For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I belonged to my family.Everything I thought I knew—the empire my father built, the legacy my parents spoke of, the marriage I had been forced into—was nothing but a carefully woven lie.And now, Damien and I were at the center of it.I sat on the couch in his penthouse, my fingers ghosting over the worn pages of the black book we had uncovered. Each name, each number, each carefully documented exchange was a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve.But we had no choice.I looked up to find Damien pacing in front of me, his expression carved from stone. He had always been unreadable, but now, there was something sharper in his eyes. Something dangerous.“This is bigger than us,” I murmured, running my fingers over the inked pages. “This is about control. About power that stretches far beyond our families.”Damien stopped pacing and looked at me. “Exactly. And if we don’t play this right, we’re going to be their