The evening was cold, the sky thick with dark clouds, lightning flickering across the horizon. Aurora wrapped herself tightly in a blanket as she sat on the balcony, the cold air biting at her skin. She hadn’t seen Damien since the previous day when that unexpected, intimate moment occurred between them. Now, she wondered if he was upset with her, disgusted, or avoiding her altogether. A deep sigh escaped her lips as her eyes wandered across the beautiful but desolate landscape. After sitting in the cold for what felt like an eternity, Aurora stood up and left the balcony. She grabbed her coat and made her way downstairs. As she walked through the hallway, she spotted a maid heading towards the kitchen. “Where’s Stella?” Aurora asked, stopping the maid in her tracks. The girl bowed slightly before answering, “The butler asked her to run some errands, Miss.” Aurora sighed, her heart heavy with an uneasy feeling. “Has the boss come back yet?” she inquired, her voice tinged with nerv
The director couldn’t believe his ears. What he had just heard from Beverly was shocking. He knew Mr. Vladimir to be a man of substance, but being petty? That was something he couldn’t imagine.“That’s too petty of Mr. Vladimir,” he scoffed. “He pulled out of a billion-dollar movie just because you haven’t given him an answer? It’s not like you rejected him.”Beverly wiped her tears, and Michael continued to hug her supportively, while the director discreetly turned off the recorder in his pocket.The team listening to the recording frowned. They thought Beverly had something serious to share, but instead, it seemed like a petty reason. Without hesitation, they sent the recording to an anonymous media outlet, attaching it to an article.The next morning, the internet was buzzing with the leaked voice recording of Beverly and her director discussing the Vladimir investment withdrawal. Some netizens supported Damien’s actions, while others doubted the story. Various people threw shades
The mansion was in a state of tension. All the maids and the butler were running helter-skelter, searching for Aurora. They scoured every possible location, from the grand halls to the servants’ quarters, but she was nowhere to be found. Stella, the maid in charge of her, was already in tears. Her body trembled with fear, dreading the consequences she would face if their boss returned and his wife was still missing. The butler, Thomas, hurried to the security quarters and announced that the madam was missing, causing an uproar among the staff. As they all frantically tried to locate her, Thomas instructed the security team to check the mansion’s surveillance footage. Perhaps the cameras had captured Aurora during the early hours of the day. He watched the day’s activities, fast-forwarding to noon when the mansion had been quiet due to the staff’s afternoon rest. On the screen, he saw Aurora walking out of the house, glancing around as if she was bored. He continued watching as sh
Aurora knelt on the wet stone floor of the maze, her body trembling as the rain battered her relentlessly. There was no shelter in this endless labyrinth of towering hedges and twisting pathways. Her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through, and her hair was plastered to her face. Every breath felt colder, harder to draw in, as the storm intensified around her. She had tried to run, to find a way out, but the deeper she ventured into the maze, the more disoriented she became. Now, completely spent, she collapsed to her knees, shivering as the cold seeped into her bones.She had never felt so alone.At the mansion, the worry had grown unbearable. The butler, Thomas, paced by the grand windows, staring out into the sheets of rain that obscured the maze. His face was lined with concern, his usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges. Stella, equally anxious, stood beside him, wringing her hands.“Sir, we need to call the boss. The storm has been raging for hours, and she’s still out
She hesitated at the threshold, her heart racing. His cold, distant presence made her feel even smaller than she already was. She twisted the fabric of the shirt between her fingers, unsure of what to say.“If you want to die so badly,” Damien’s voice cut through the stillness of the room like a blade, “why not jump off your balcony? Why torment yourself in my maze?”Aurora froze where she stood, his cold words slicing through her like the rain had earlier. The shame washed over her as quickly as the tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. Her heart raced with fear and regret, and the soft dawn light that streamed into the room felt harsh and unforgiving against the rawness of her emotions.“I—I didn’t mean to…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I just wanted to understand…”“Understand what?” Damien turned slowly from the balcony, his dark gaze locking onto her tear-filled eyes. His face was impassive, though something deep
Aurora couldn’t sleep for long as she felt Damien was still upset with her, after thirty minutes, of deep slumber, she began turning on the bed before her eyes opened gently. The sun was up and her eyes saw Damien sitting in his balcony. Quietly she sat up, her body still aches from the exhaustion last night, she weakly walked towards him standing beside him. “You should be sleeping” his cold voice said for Aurora to sigh. “I can’t sleep” she whispered rubbing her hair backwards. Damien didn’t say anything as he silently stared into the estates. Aurora stood there, she don’t know what is going on, after his words during dawn, she felt something within her she have never felt before. Despite being nervous by his intimidating aura, she stood at his side because the urge to be beside him seems like it’s growing on her and very fast. After some minutes, Damien stood up and walked closer to the glass protector of the balcony then turn to look at her. “You can leave. Fredric wi
Aurora sat on her balcony, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. Her heart was light, a smile lingering on her lips as she reflected on what had happened earlier with Damien. She still couldn’t believe her boldness, the way she kissed him so impulsively, and how he had kissed her back. It was as if something had awakened inside her—something new, something she has never felt before. She made the move, she didn’t leave, she will never leave. The thought made Aurora chuckle.. Her thoughts were interrupted when Stella came back from her nap, refreshed but eager to get back to her duties. After serving Aurora lunch, she left to take care of the housework. The day passed uneventfully until the evening began to creep in. Stella was still doing her choice, she was cleaning the glass window at the mansion’s backyard when a colleague of hers walked towards her. “Butler Thomas is asking for you,” the blonde haired girl said, her voice filled with curiosity. “Me? Why? What did I do?”
The grand dining hall was breathtaking, with a magnificent chandelier hanging in the center and a large family dinner table surrounded by beautiful Turkish royal chairs.The table was filled with various cuisines, and the delicious aroma filled the air. The maids and butler stood aside as Damien walked toward the chair next to Camila. He pulled it out for Aurora, who gently sat down, and then he took his seat beside her.Clara sat to the right of Grandpa Vladimir, who was at the head of the table, while John sat on the left, facing his wife. Daniel sat next to his father. Camila was beside her mother, facing her brother, and now Aurora was seated beside her, with Damien next to her.The atmosphere at the dinner table was heavy with silence. The family’s eyes were still on Damien and Aurora, making Aurora feel uncomfortable. The awkwardness of the situation was so intense that she couldn’t raise her head to meet anyone’s gaze.The silence was broken when Grandpa Vladimir cleared his th
Aurora’s breath hitched. She had waited so long to hear those words, but now that they had come, a deep fear settled inside her. Could she trust them? She cupped his face, her blue eyes searching his for sincerity. “If you love me, Damien… don’t ever allow Beverly close,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Damien exhaled deeply, resting his forehead against hers. “I swear to you, Aurora.” She swallowed hard and nodded. As if sealing that promise, he lifted her leg around his waist, deepening their connection until she shuddered against him, her moans swallowed by his hungry kisses. Minutes later, they emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in towels. Aurora sat on the edge of the bed, running a comb through her damp hair while Damien watched her. He had never seen her like this—so vulnerable, so breathtaking. He had never been truly interested in her before, but tonight, everything felt different. She deserved his love and protection. “You’re staring,” she murmured, a small smile p
Damien stood quietly, his jaw clenched as he watched her cry, standing just steps away from him. Her words replayed in his head. “I want a divorce.” It echoed again. He was sure if she had said it yesterday or earlier today, he might not have flinched. However, after learning that Beverly had shown her the video, a feeling of guilt and fear—something he had never experienced before—began to take root inside him, and he couldn’t shake it off.“Damien, thank you for everything—the times you made me feel like I meant something and even the times you treated me like I was nothing but trash in your space. Thank you.I wish I truly meant something to you, but tonight, it became clear that I don’t. I can never be compared to her. Who am I? A poor orphan. Why would I even think of competing with an A-list actress—the woman my supposed husband is clearly in love with?”Aurora scoffed and sighed.Damien remained silent. He knew he might not care whether she saw it or not, but for the first ti
Aurora’s body froze. Why was it so easy for him to locate her? Why was it so easy for him, yet so hard for her to run away?Agatha, who stood by the door, sighed and looked toward Aurora.“She’s not in a good state right now. Let her sleep…”“I’m sorry. Our boss demands we bring her with us,” Simon interrupted.“I’m not going,” Aurora firmly said as Simon walked in, followed by the men behind him.“Madam, please, we can’t—”“I said I’m not going,” Aurora interrupted.“Please, you have to forgive me,” Simon bowed his head, then looked at the men, who immediately approached Aurora and forcefully carried her.“How dare you touch me?! Let me go! Agatha, do something! Simon, you will pay for this!” Aurora struggled as the men carried her away, while Agatha stood aside.“Please tell your boss that her sister would like to visit once in a while to keep her company,” Agatha said, looking at Simon with pleading eyes.“Sure, I will. Thank you for not interfering,” he said and left.The limousin
Aurora’s throat tightened. She instinctively wrapped her hands around her stomach, holding herself together. “Before you go around getting pregnant for another woman’s man,” Beverly continued coldly, “know this—he will never forget the taste of the woman you’re trying to make him forget. This is just the beginning. I’ll fight for what’s mine. And trust me—if I open my legs for him, he’ll lick me clean.” She chuckled as Aurora fought back tears. At that moment, footsteps echoed through the restroom. “Aurora, aren’t you done yet?” Camila’s voice rang out as she and Naomi reentered. Beverly scoffed and turned to leave, but Camila stepped in her way. Aurora’s shoulders slumped as she silently walked past them. Camila turned to Beverly with a glare. “What did you do to her?” Beverly smirked. “Nothing. Just the usual—stay away from my man.” “You showed her something,” Naomi stated, her sharp eyes narrowing. “Your moans were all over the restroom.” Beverly scoffed. “And who are yo
The kiss was intense. All Damien wanted was to release the burning, unusual sensation coursing through his body. His once strong aura became desperate and vulnerable. The taste—he was familiar with it. The breath—he was familiar with it. He wanted more, so he deepened the kiss. At that moment, Beverly pulled away, not wanting to get carried away. She immediately unzipped his pants and guided him into her as fast as she could. A male waiter, following Kayla’s instructions, discreetly recorded the incident as it unfolded. “Oh, Damien, don’t you miss us? Mmm…” Beverly moaned loudly, riding him fast, desperate for him to pour all his seed into her ovulating womb. Meanwhile, outside the restroom, in the grand hall filled with influential men and women, Old Man Vladimir turned to Simon. “Where is Damien? It’s time for our private meeting with Mr. Ontario,” he asked. “He went to the restroom. He’ll be back soon,” Simon replied. The old man nodded and returned to the group, trying to
Jay closed his mouth for a second before sighing.“I think it’s time. Boss is waiting downstairs for—”“Please, I want to know,” Aurora interrupted, making Jay sigh again.“It’s what normal couples do. He’s come to check how his princess looks and hopes she likes the service. If—”“It’s okay,” Aurora cut in, making Jay glance at Stella, who gave him a sad smile. Aurora took a deep breath, then left.Downstairs, Simon held an umbrella, waiting patiently. He turned when he heard Aurora coming down the stairs.“Madam,” he greeted, smiling at her.“Boss is waiting in the car,” he added as Aurora nodded.Simon wished he could compliment Aurora’s beauty—her captivating blue eyes, her luscious red lips, her radiant smile, and the elegance of her dress. He quickly opened the umbrella to shield her from the snow.When Simon opened the car door, Aurora stepped in, dusting off the snowflakes from the fur trim of her coat.Damien’s gaze moved to her, and his eyes lingered on her exposed thighs. A
The weather grew colder as the festive season approached. Naomi watched Mason type on his laptop, looking serious and focused. A bright smile spread across her face as she stood silently, admiring him.“You look handsome when you’re working,” she said, prompting Mason to raise his head.“Thanks, babe. What are you doing?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.“Watching you,” she replied, setting down the cup of hot coffee she had brought for him. “Staring at the man my sons will resemble someday—the man they’ll thank me for choosing as their father.”Mason smiled, raising her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.“I love you,” he whispered, making Naomi blush before she sat on his lap.“I love you, Mason,” she whispered back, her hazel eyes locking with his. Her polished fingers started to unbutton his shirt slowly.Naomi leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Mason’s face. Gently, his slim fingers slid into her shirt, touching her warm skin. She smiled at the sens
Naomi grabbed Mason’s hands, her gaze filled with unspoken emotions. Mason sighed and turned toward her. Gently, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing away the blood on her lips. “Are you hurt?” he asked softly. Naomi shook her head. “Just my cheeks,” she replied. Mason leaned in and kissed her cheek tenderly. Nearby, Becky sat frozen, her expression a mixture of disbelief and pain. Mason hadn’t touched her, not even as the other woman had demanded. As Butler James stepped forward to assist her, she pulled back abruptly. “Don’t touch me,” Becky snapped, her voice trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her face was a burning red from Naomi’s slap. Wiping the blood from her mouth, she steadied herself and rose. “So, it’s true,” Becky spat, her voice laced with venom. “You married a woman who has no respect for your mother.” Mason turned to face her, his expression cold. “You know nothing about her, Becky. Don’t—” “What about you?” Becky interrupted, her voice breaki
The room was cold and quiet. Sara watched as Audrey tried to eat his meal before taking his pills, still recovering from Damien’s torture.“You went to her like a fool. It makes me doubt the fact that you said you love me. Didn’t you see how she acted like we were never best friends? And yet you—”“I wanted to apologize for betraying her, Sara. She didn’t deserve—”“And now look at you. What did you get in return?” Sara asked, causing Audrey to sigh.“Who knows how she used her orphan status to attract Mr. Vladimir? I’m very sure she’s not his type,” Sara said with disgust, and Audrey nodded in agreement.“Since she let him treat me this way, I know some of her secrets. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Audrey looked at Sara, who scoffed.“I’m sure her rich husband would want to save his reputation,” she said, and Audrey nodded.“Let’s make some money, Aurora Gibson,” he said with a scoff.At the Mason mansion, Mrs. Mason’s hands trembled with anger. The elegant and beautiful young