🌹Damien 🌹I had barely had time to steady my breath when I heard the door open. I was in my private study at the estate, deep in thought about the secrets and lies that had come to light. Then I saw them: Aurora standing near the window, talking quietly with Ethan. My blood ran cold. How dare he come here—into my space—to see her?My heart pounded as I strode toward the door. Every step felt heavy with anger. When I entered the room, I saw Aurora’s face turn pale. Ethan stood close to her, his blue eyes gentle but determined.“Aurora,” I said sharply, my voice low and controlled, “what are you doing with him?”Before she could answer, Ethan spoke. “Damien,” he said, his tone steady yet filled with sorrow, “Aurora deserves someone better than you. She deserves a life where she is free to choose, not trapped in this arranged fate.”Those words hit me like a stone. I felt a burning fury. How dare he say that about me, about the life I was forced into? I had no time for empty praise or
🌹Aurora 🌹The tension in the room was suffocating, thick like the lingering scent of blood and sweat. My heart pounded painfully as I looked between Damien and Ethan—both bruised, both seething, both unwilling to stand down. My plea had stopped them, but it had not erased the fury in Damien’s dark eyes or the quiet defiance in Ethan’s posture.Ethan wiped the blood from his split lip, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t over,” he murmured, locking eyes with Damien. “You may have won this fight, but you haven’t won her heart.”Damien’s jaw tightened, and I could see the war within him, the battle between possessiveness and something deeper—something raw and uncertain. I knew this wasn’t just about me; it was about power, about control, about a life we had all been forced into.I stepped forward, placing myself between them again, my gaze flickering from one to the other. “Enough, both of you,” I said, my voice firmer now, steadier than I felt. “This has to stop. We can’t keep figh
🌹Damien 🌹The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. The only sound was the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Aurora stood a few feet away, her expression unreadable, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. I could feel the hesitation in the way she held herself.I was tired. My body ached from the fight with Ethan—my knuckles were raw, my ribs sore, my cheek stinging from his punch. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the thought of losing her.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to keep my voice calm. “Are you still going to him, Aurora? Or will you stay here?”She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked to the small cabinet by the wall, pulling out a first aid kit. I watched her move, the way her hands trembled slightly as she opened the box and pulled out a bottle of antiseptic.“Sit down,” she said softly.I didn’t move. “That’s not an answer.”She turned to me then, her eyes meeting mine. There was something in them—something that made my chest tight
🌹Damien 🌹The warmth of her lips still lingered on mine, a sensation I never wanted to fade. For so long, we had been dancing around this, pushing and pulling, trying to deny the inevitable. But now, with her in my arms, I didn’t care about anything else.Aurora sighed against my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt like she was afraid I would disappear if she let go.I ran my hands slowly down her back, holding her close, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine. She didn’t say anything, and for once, I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words.We just stood there, wrapped in each other, breathing in the quiet.After a while, she shifted slightly, tilting her head up to look at me. Her brown eyes held a softness I rarely saw, a vulnerability she usually kept hidden.“You should rest,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over the bruise on my jaw.“I don’t need rest.”She rolled her eyes, her lips curving into the smallest smile. “Liar.”I smirked, brushing
🌹 Aurora 🌹Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I started waking up. A comforting heat wrapped around me, and for a moment, I didn’t want to move. My body was relaxed, my mind floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.Then I noticed the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath my cheek.My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light of the room greeted me. It took me a second to register my position—I was curled up against Damien, my head resting on his chest, my hand still gripping his shirt.Panic flared in my chest, but before I could jerk away, I felt a gentle touch in my hair.“You’re awake.”His voice was deep, groggy from sleep, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to lift my head.“I—I must have fallen asleep,” I mumbled, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.His lips twitched in amusement. “You did.”I moved to sit up, but his arm tightened slightly around my waist, keeping me in place.“Damien…”“Just stay for a little longer,” he murmur
🌹Aurora 🌹The knock at the door had shattered the moment, leaving my heart racing and my thoughts tangled in confusion. I stepped into the hallway, pressing a hand to my chest as I tried to steady my breathing.What had just happened in that room?The way Damien had looked at me, the way I had leaned in, wanting more—I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside as I reached the door and opened it.One of the servants stood outside, bowing slightly. “Miss Aurora, the doctor has arrived to check on Sir Damien’s injuries.”“Oh,” I said, glancing back toward the room. Damien was still inside, probably irritated that someone had interrupted. “Alright, I’ll let him know.”The servant nodded and left. I took a deep breath before stepping back into the room.Damien was still sitting on the bed, his expression unreadable. His eyes flicked to me, then away, as if he was trying to bury whatever had just happened between us.“The doctor’s here,” I said softl
🌹 Aurora 🌹Aurora awoke to the steady rhythm of Damien’s breathing beside her. The room was dimly lit now, the glow of the lantern casting soft shadows across the walls. It took her a moment to remember where she was—and why she was still here.Her heart stammered as she turned her head slightly, finding Damien resting just inches away. His face was relaxed in sleep, the sharp edges of his usual guarded expression softened. Without the weight of his usual arrogance or smirks, he looked almost peaceful. Almost human.Aurora swallowed hard and glanced at the door. She should leave. This was too dangerous—whatever this was between them.But as she moved to sit up, Damien stirred. His hand, which had been resting on the mattress, shifted and brushed against hers.“Aurora,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.She froze, her breath catching. He wasn’t fully awake, but the way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t teasing or demanding. It was… gentle.“I—” She stopped h
🌹Damien 🌹The night was deep and clear, the full moon casting a silver glow over the estate. I found myself on the terrace, away from the stifling formality of the day—a quiet refuge where the noise of duty was replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets. The cool night air wrapped around me, and for a rare moment, I allowed myself to breathe freely.Aurora had joined me there. Earlier, she had excused herself from the bustle of the reception to seek solace under the open sky. When she appeared at the terrace door, I almost didn’t notice her through the soft light. But then our eyes met, and something in that glance spoke of unspoken dreams and fragile hopes. I motioned for her to sit beside me on the stone bench.For a long while, we sat in silence, our shared quiet punctuated only by the distant sound of the city and the whisper of the wind through the trees. I felt a stirring inside—an emotion I had long kept buried beneath layers of duty and strateg
🌹 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