Aurora was heading from her room to check if Damien was back so she could thank him when she saw him rushing upstairs. The urgency in his movements made her worry, so she hurried after him. When she reached his door, it was ajar. Stepping inside, she looked around anxiously before entering the main bedroom, where she found Damien groaning on the floor.Immediately, she rushed to his side, kneeling beside him.“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern. But instead of answering, Damien suddenly pushed her down, capturing her lips with his in a fiery kiss. Aurora’s eyes widened in shock.She struggled to free herself, but Damien’s weight pinned her down as his heated mouth claimed hers, his lips and tongue rough and demanding. She could feel the intense heat radiating from his body, making her wonder what had happened to him.As she fought against him, the lack of escape left Aurora with no choice but to relent. She started to kiss him back, but her compliance was sh
The sun shone brightly as Aurora lay naked on the cold floor. Damien, also naked, was sprawled next to her, their torn clothes scattered around them. The intense sunlight directly hit Damien’s face, causing him to groan. His head felt heavy as he attempted to stand but quickly lay back down, rubbing his face. After a moment, he managed to sit up and frowned when he noticed Aurora still asleep beside him. He immediately covered her naked body with her torn gown. Damien tried to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was a blank. “Shit,” he muttered. He knew something had happened, but he couldn’t remember what. He stood up and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower, the headache subsided. Damien wrapped a towel around himself and exited the bathroom. He sat on his cushion and called his butler. “Take two maids to come carry her out of my room,” he instructed before hanging up. He rubbed his forehead, still puzzled by his blank memory of the n
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