AuroraThe moment Daemon left, I felt like I could finally breathe again. But even with the door shut behind him, the tension in my body refused to fade.I had no idea how much longer I could take this.I grabbed my phone and dialed Valeria. She picked up almost immediately, her face filling the screen as I slumped onto the bed.“Tell me you’ve figured out a way to escape,” she said, skipping any greetings.I let out a dry laugh. “I wish. But it’s not that simple, Val.”She sighed, tucking her legs under her. “I know. I just—this whole thing still pisses me off. I mean, you’re engaged to Daemon freaking Reynolds. The man has the emotional range of a brick wall and the patience of a ticking time bomb. Are you okay?”“I’m surviving,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “Barely.”Her eyes softened. “So what’s the latest? What did he do now?”I groaned, falling back onto the mattress. “He stormed in here acting like he owns the place—like he owns me—and started with his usual intimidation rou
🌹Aurora🌹I had just finished my evening shower, letting the hot water soothe the lingering tension from my body. My mind was still tangled in the events of the past few days—Damien’s arrogance, his suffocating presence, and the way he always found a way to get under my skin.Wrapped in a robe, I stepped onto the balcony, hoping the night air would help me clear my head. The city lights stretched before me, twinkling like distant stars, but my thoughts remained stormy.Then my phone rang.I frowned, glancing at the screen. The number was familiar, yet unexpected. My heart clenched the moment I saw the name.Ethan.For a moment, I just stared, my thumb hovering over the decline button. It had been months since we last spoke. Since my father made it clear he would never approve of us. Since he was forced out of my life simply because he didn’t fit into the Sinclair mold of success.A lump formed in my throat. I shouldn’t answer. But against my better judgment, I swiped the screen.“…He
🌹Damien🌹Aurora stiffened, her grip tightening around the phone as if she could somehow erase the conversation I had just overheard. She didn’t answer immediately, which only made my smirk widen.“Should I take a guess?” I asked, stepping closer. “Your little ex, perhaps?”Her jaw clenched, and for a second, I almost thought she’d deny it. But she didn’t. Instead, she squared her shoulders and met my gaze head-on. “It’s none of your business.”That response only irritated me more. I wasn’t the kind of man who tolerated secrets—especially not from my fiancée.I took another step forward, closing the already small distance between us. “I think you’ll find that everything concerning you is my business, Aurora.”Her lips parted slightly, her breath uneven, but she held her ground. “You don’t own me, Damien.”I chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “No,” I murmured. “But I do own this engagement. And I won’t have my fiancée en
🌹Aurora🌹I never imagined shopping for a wedding dress would feel like preparing for my own execution.The boutique was grand, filled with rows of pristine white gowns displayed like pieces of art. The air smelled of roses and vanilla, the kind of artificial fragrance meant to make everything seem more magical than it really was.But there was no magic in this for me.Damien had arranged the appointment without consulting me. Typical. Now, I was standing in the middle of this lavish boutique, surrounded by fabric and eager assistants, while my so-called fiancé strode in like he owned the place.Which, knowing him, he probably did.“You’re late,” I muttered as he approached.Damien’s lips twitched into something close to amusement. “You’re impatient.”I scoffed, turning away before he could see how his presence affected me. He always carried himself with an air of absolute control, and even now, in the middle of a boutique meant for brides, he still looked more like a king deciding t
🌹Damien🌹I never cared much for weddings.They were nothing but elaborate performances, a way for the wealthy to show off their influence while pretending love had anything to do with it. My own wedding would be no different. It was a transaction, a merger disguised as romance.And yet, as I watched Aurora in that dress, something unsettled me.I hadn’t planned to stay at the boutique for long, but after that moment—after seeing the way the gown molded to her like it was made for her—I found myself lingering. I could tell she noticed. She was trying to pretend my approval didn’t affect her, but I saw the way her fingers trembled when she smoothed the fabric.She felt it too.That shift. That tension. That undeniable pull between us.I was about to say something—though I wasn’t sure what—when my phone vibrated in my pocket. A sharp buzz that cut through the silence between us.I checked the caller ID. My jaw tightened.Valencia.I exhaled sharply and turned away, answering the call a
🌹Aurora 🌹I turned to leave.I barely took a step before a strong hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me back with enough force that I stumbled. A gasp escaped my lips as I collided with Damien’s chest—hard, warm, and unyielding. His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him, his presence overpowering."You keep trying to run," he murmured, his voice deep, smooth, and far too amused. "Yet you know you can’t escape me, Aurora."I swallowed hard, trying to push away, pressing my palms against his solid chest. He didn’t move. Instead, his fingers splayed possessively against my lower back, trapping me in place. The heat of his body seeped through my clothes, making it impossible to ignore just how close we were."Let me go," I bit out, willing my voice to sound strong.His lips curved into that maddening smirk. "Say it like you mean it."I shoved against him again, my fingers curling into fists. "I mean it."His grip remained firm, his body an unmovable force. "No,
🌹Aurora 🌹I stood frozen at the threshold, the echo of Damien’s words still ringing in my ears—cold, possessive, unyielding. My heart hammered as I tried to steady my racing thoughts. The memory of his touch, the way his fingers had brushed my skin with a mix of tenderness and threat, was impossible to erase. I could still feel the ghost of his grip on my wrist and the heavy promise behind his whispered declaration: “You belong to me now, Aurora.”I staggered back into the room, closing the door slowly behind me as if I could lock away the turmoil he’d stirred. My hands trembled and I pressed them against the wall, taking deep, shuddering breaths. My mind was a whirlwind—anger, defiance, fear, and something else I refused to name. I knew I wasn’t ready to give in, but part of me felt trapped by the reality of this arranged engagement, forced upon me by my father and sealed by Damien’s relentless claim.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my back trembling as I tried to collect myself.
🌹Damien🌹I sat alone in my study, the silence of the vast room pressing in like a weight. Outside, the city was alive with lights and distant hums of traffic, but inside, every tick of the clock reminded me of the mistakes I had just made. Mistakes that I could ill afford. I’d just left Aurora’s suite, her defiance still echoing in my mind. Every word exchanged, every touch shared—it was all too much, too revealing. I had let my guard slip, and in that moment, I allowed vulnerability to seep through the cracks of my carefully constructed walls.I poured myself another drink, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glass as if trying to wash away the memory. But no amount of whiskey could numb the sting of regret. I remembered her eyes—so fiercely determined, so raw with emotion—and it pained me to realize that I had, even briefly, exposed a side of myself I had always fought to keep hidden. I had always prided myself on being impenetrable, on having complete control over my emotions.
🌹Aurora 🌹The reception had ended, and with it, the dazzling façade of celebration began to crumble into a hushed, somber silence. I found myself alone in a quiet corner of the grand ballroom, away from the lingering chatter and the soft clink of departing glasses. The ornate chandeliers cast a gentle, flickering light over the empty chairs and polished marble floors, and in that quiet moment, the weight of the day settled on me like a shroud.I sank into a plush armchair near a large window, gazing out at the city lights that twinkled distantly in the night. They seemed almost unreachable—tiny beacons of freedom in a vast, dark expanse. My mind wandered through the events of the day, each memory a mixture of vivid emotions and hollow formalities. I had walked down the aisle with a heavy heart, recited vows that felt more like a surrender than a promise, and exchanged rings that now felt like chains. Every moment of that day, despite its glittering perfection, had marked another ste
🌹Aurora🌹The reception hall was a dazzling arena of opulence, where every detail was meticulously arranged to project perfection. I moved through the crowd as if in a daze, a reluctant participant in a performance that felt both surreal and suffocating. The ballroom’s high, vaulted ceilings were draped in shimmering lights, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. Yet beneath the glitz and glamour, I sensed a pervasive emptiness—a facade that masked a world of expectations and unspoken agendas.Every face I encountered wore a smile that seemed rehearsed, as if each guest were an actor following a script. I saw relatives and business associates alike, each nodding and offering polite congratulations, their eyes betraying nothing more than a detached acknowledgment of the day’s proceedings. Their praise felt hollow, as if I were nothing more than an accessory in a grand display of power and legacy.I drifted toward the refreshment table, my steps sl
🌹Aurora 🌹The ceremony was over, yet the echoes of every word, every whispered promise, clung to me like a second skin. I stood at the edge of the altar long after the minister’s final pronouncement, my heart pounding in a rhythm that seemed to mock the emptiness I felt inside. I was now Mrs. Sterling—a title that felt like a heavy shackle rather than a crown of honor. As the guests erupted in polite applause, the noise of their celebration only deepened my own isolation. I felt like I had just signed a contract rather than exchanged vows with a partner. Every syllable of the ritual, every glimmer of a smile from the attendees, was part of a performance that I was forced to play.My eyes instinctively searched for Damien across the room. He stood, quiet and composed, a mask of impenetrable detachment. His gaze, when it met mine, was distant and calculating—a cold, unyielding reminder that our union was not built on tenderness or shared dreams, but on duty and expectation. I tried to
🌹Aurora 🌹The ceremony hall was an expanse of polished marble and gentle light that seemed to magnify every heartbeat. I stood at the front of the room, the air thick with silent judgment and expectation, as I gazed down the long aisle. Every step I had taken to reach this moment felt weighted with the loss of my freedom, and now I was to commit to a future that wasn’t mine.Across from me, Damien Sterling waited. He stood in perfect, rigid form—a statue carved from ice—his dark eyes fixed on some distant point, as if he were detached from the ritual unfolding between us. I could see nothing but cold calculation in his face, and yet, in the brief moment when our eyes met, I thought I glimpsed a shadow of something else. I couldn’t tell if it was regret, longing, or merely a flicker of vulnerability that he then masked with his usual impassivity.The minister’s voice, low and measured, began the ceremony with words of sacred union, but all I could register was the pounding of my hear
Inside the vast, ornate hall, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. My entrance had been met with a flurry of polite smiles and murmured greetings from guests who were there to witness the union of two powerful families. Yet, as I walked slowly down the aisle, the weight of every gaze—both sympathetic and scrutinizing—seemed to sap the life from me.Every face in the room appeared to be a carefully chosen mask of approval. Relatives from distant branches of the Reynolds dynasty and esteemed figures from the business world watched silently as I passed, their eyes an unspoken jury evaluating my worth. I felt like I was on display—a fragile, reluctant bride whose every movement was measured, every smile rehearsed.At the far end of the hall, I saw him—Damien Sterling. He stood stoically near the altar, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes briefly met mine, sending a jolt of conflicting emotions through me. Was it indifference? Regret? Or was it simply th
🌹Aurora 🌹The cab’s interior was dimly lit by the city’s early morning glow, a soft amber haze that did little to warm the chill that had settled inside me. I sat silently in the back, my thoughts a tangled mess of dread, uncertainty, and an inescapable guilt. Every mile took me further away from the small apartment I still called home and closer to the world that Damien Sterling and my family had planned for me—a world of glittering wealth and cold obligation.I couldn’t help but recall every moment that led up to this day—the whispered promises of a freer life, the desperate call from Ethan that I had tried so hard to ignore, and the overwhelming realization that my destiny had been written long before I could choose. I remembered how, in secret moments, I had dared to dream of escaping it all. Now, that possibility felt like a distant memory, swallowed by the relentless march of duty.The cab slowed abruptly as we neared the imposing, wrought-iron gates of the Reynolds estate. My
🌹 Aurora 🌹Aurora sat alone in her apartment, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The room was still, save for the soft hum of the city outside. She had always found peace in this quiet solitude, but today, everything felt different. Her stomach churned, a cocktail of nerves and dread swirling inside her. The wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow, her life would change forever.She glanced at her phone, which had been quiet for hours. There were no messages from Ethan, no words of reassurance or encouragement. It was probably for the best, she thought, pushing away the disappointment. What could he say anyway? She was about to marry someone she barely knew, someone she had been forced into a life with by promises made long before she was born.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. It was her mother, Lila, followed by her brother, David. Aurora straightened up and walked toward the door, her steps slow and heavy, each one reminding her of the weight of
🌹Damien 🌹The days following my confrontation with my father were filled with an oppressive silence. It was as though a rift had opened between us, and no matter how hard I tried to bridge it, nothing would close the gap. I had done everything he asked of me, everything that was expected, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had already chosen his side.Victoria’s influence over him was undeniable, and with each passing day, it became clearer that the legacy I had worked so hard to build, the empire that I thought would one day be mine, was slipping further away. It was no longer about business. It had become personal.The weight of that realization settled like a stone in my chest, and no matter how many times I tried to shove it aside, it lingered, suffocating me. The anger, the frustration, it all built up until I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down at a dark abyss. If I fell, I might never be able to climb back out.But the one thing I knew for sure
(Damien's Point of View)The days that followed my confrontation with Victoria felt like an endless barrage of rehearsed smiles and veiled threats. There was a tension in the air at Sterling Estates, something invisible yet heavy that I couldn’t shake. I had tried to maintain the facade of normalcy—business as usual—but every glance from Victoria, every calculated word, seemed designed to unsettle me. She was playing a game, and she was far too good at it.I spent hours in my office, the sterile, cold atmosphere providing a semblance of clarity as I reviewed contracts and figures, pretending I wasn’t thinking about her. But the truth was, I couldn’t stop. Every encounter with her left me feeling like I was teetering on the edge of something I couldn’t control, something I wasn’t prepared for.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face. The day had dragged on without any real resolution, and now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the house seemed quieter than usual. The