The engagement party was in full swing, a grand affair with the glitter of chandeliers reflecting off elegantly dressed guests. The air buzzed with conversations and laughter, all centered around the celebrated guest of honor—Aiden, the multimillionaire whose name carried weight in every corner of the room.Ryan stood near the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, forced into attendance by Mia’s relentless persuasion. He had initially resisted, knowing it would be a night filled with reminders of what he couldn’t have, but Mia’s determination had left him no choice.The murmurs in the crowd hushed as Amira descended the grand staircase, escorted by Mia, who had spent hours grooming her. She wore a flowing champagne gown that sparkled like a cascade of stars, accentuating her beauty in a way that seemed otherworldly. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and her makeup was minimal yet flawless, emphasizing her natural features.Ryan froze, his glass hovering mid-air. His heart skipped a beat a
It was three days before the annulment. I stood in my apartment, staring blankly at the papers scattered on the dining table. My mind was a mess, as Michael’s words about my decision echoed in my ears.“Don’t make worst decision Amira”My friends, despite their best intentions, were no help either. They fully supported the divorce, saying it was the right step toward my freedom. But freedom felt… hollow.Leo, my loyal companion, sat at my feet, his soulful eyes staring up at me. I crouched down to scratch his ears, letting out a sigh.“What do you think, Leo?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Am I making another mistake? Was it all my fault?”Leo wagged his tail, oblivious to the storm in my heart.I stood up, shaking my head. “Even he’s moving on,” I muttered, as if saying it aloud would make it easier to accept. “Going to marry someone else. Why am I even thinking about him?”The bitterness in my tone surprised even me. I needed a distraction, anything to pull me out of
Ryan sat on the couch in Amira’s living room, his shirt partially soaked with blood. His head rested back as Amira rummaged through her cabinet for the first aid kit. She brought it to the coffee table, put on a pair of gloves, and took out antiseptic wipes and suturing equipment.“This might sting,” Amira said, kneeling in front of him.“Go ahead,” Ryan muttered, his eyes heavy with frustration and pain.She leaned in, examining the gash on his head carefully. The laceration was deeper than she’d expected, and she sighed. “Two sutures should do it.”As she worked, the silence in the room grew thick, punctuated only by Ryan’s occasional winces.“Why did you come here, Ryan?” Amira asked, her voice low but steady.Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Aiden called me.”Her hands froze for a moment before she continued. “What?”“He called and said you were in trouble,” Ryan said, his tone sharp. “But when I got here, he started threatening me.”Amira’s heart sank. “I’m so sorry, Ryan,” she whispered.
Amira’s heart raced as she spotted Aiden at a distance, leaning casually against the hood of his sleek car. Without a second thought, she rushed toward him, her feet moving faster than her mind could comprehend. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him, holding him so tightly it felt like she might never let go.Aiden stiffened, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air. He didn’t know how to react, and his mind struggled to process the sudden embrace. “Amira…” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with confusion.Ryan’s voice shattered the moment. “Amira!” he called out, his tone a mixture of disbelief and anger.Amira turned to face him, still standing close to Aiden. “Don’t you dare take my name, Ryan,” she snapped, her voice sharp and unwavering. “I can’t believe you played me. I trusted you!”Ryan froze, his face pale. “Amira, I—”“No,” she interrupted, holding up her hand. “You hit yourself and blamed him, didn’t you?” She gestured toward Aiden, whose expression was now
Amira didn’t answer. She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut. The engine roared to life, and without another word, she sped off, leaving Aiden standing on the curb, his hands clenched into fists.Behind him, Michael chuckled. “Now get ready for plan B. Kneel before her for apology ”Aiden shot him a glare before storming to his own car, determined to fix the mess he had made.Amira reached her apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. The living room was filled with flowers—roses, lilies, and her favorite orchids, their vibrant colors filling the space with life.On the table in the center of the room sat a card that read Happy Anniversary, My Love.Her breath caught in her throat. It had to be Aiden.Her eyes stung with unshed tears as guilt and anger warred within her. She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Just as she began to collect herself, her Leo, started barking and wagging hi
Aiden led her to his sleek black car, opening the passenger door with a hopeful smile.Amira, however, walked right past him, her heels clicking against the pavement as she opened the rear door and slid into the back seat without a word. Aiden suppressed a chuckle, closing the passenger door before settling into the driver’s seat.Adjusting the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of her. Amira’s face was turned toward the window, her posture stiff and her expression unreadable. He smiled softly to himself and started the car, the quiet hum of the engine filling the silence between them.For miles, neither of them spoke. The city’s bright lights gave way to the darker outskirts, the sprawling urban landscape dissolving into empty roads and shadowed fields. Amira’s irritation was palpable; he could feel it radiating from her even though she remained silent. Her occasional sighs and the way her arms crossed tightly against her chest spoke louder than words.Finally, unable to hold her c
Aiden had to leave his newlywed wife to attend important businesses tripThe mansion felt vast and empty without Aiden’s presence. Every sound, every creak of the floorboards echoed in the stillness, amplifying the quiet that surrounded me. After he left for Italy, a sense of longing settled deep within me. It was strange how quickly I had grown accustomed to him being around. His touch, his voice, the way he teased me—it had all become part of my daily rhythm. And now, with him miles away, there was a void.I sighed, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness as I wandered through the mansion, my footsteps echoing off the marble floors. Eventually, I found myself in the living room, settling onto the plush sofa. My phone buzzed with a notification, pulling me from my thoughts. It was a message from Mia.Without hesitation, I dialed her number, needing the comfort of familiar voices.“Finally! The newlywed graces us with her presence,” Mia teased as soon as she answered, her voice
When I arrived at my parents’ mansion, I barely acknowledged the surprise on their faces as I entered. The weight of my worries about Emera pressed too heavily on my mind for small talk or pleasantries. Without a word, I hurried past them, heading straight up to my old bedroom. My thoughts raced as I began rummaging through drawers, searching for something I knew would help—something crucial.“What are you looking for, Amira?” My father’s voice broke through the silence, a mix of concern and curiosity evident in his tone.I didn’t look up, my hands still sifting through papers and odds and ends from my past. “A private agency gave me a visiting card a while ago. I’m searching for that.”He stepped closer, his footsteps soft but firm, and asked, “Why do you want that? Is something wrong?”I paused, taking a breath, realizing I didn’t want to alarm him. “Nothing, Dad. Just something personal I need to handle.”His eyes lingered on me for a moment, his gaze heavy with questions he didn’t
The morning was filled with anticipation as Aiden sat in the hospital’s waiting room, his hands resting gently on the small shoulders of his three-year-old son. The little boy, with his curly hair and deep brown skin, played with a small toy car, unaware of the monumental moment that was about to change their lives forever. Aiden couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the boy—a child Amira had insisted on adopting despite the prejudices of others.Amira had met the boy during one of her visits to the orphanage. She had been furious to see him excluded and got hurt by the other children because of his skin color, and her fierce heart wouldn’t let it go. She had scolded those children and, without hesitation, decided to bring him into their family. The boy was now the light of their lives, and today, he was about to become a big brother.“Daddy, when is Mommy coming out?” the boy asked, his innocent eyes looking up at Aiden.“Soon, buddy. Your little sister will be here any minute now,
Aiden covered her completely with bed sheets.Crawling under the covers, Aiden wrapped his arms around Amira's trembling body and guided her knees towards her chest. She instinctively clutched the fabric to her breasts, a barrier of modesty. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing soothing kisses along her inner thighs. "I've got you."His lips trailed higher, skimming over soft, sensitive skin. Amira's breath hitched as his mouth neared her most intimate place. Would he truly...? Anticipation mingled with nervousness, a potent mix.Aiden nuzzled in close, inhaling her womanly musk. He licked a slow stripe through glistening folds. A strangled moan escaped her throat.He chuckled against her flesh. "You taste like heaven, Amira. Let me pleasure you." Parting her with his thumbs, he delved in for a deeper sample, laving her sweet nectar. His tongue circled her pearl, coaxing it to stiffness. Amira bucked into the different sensation, hands fisting in the sheets. Nothing had ever
Aiden arrived at the office minutes before the meeting, his stride confident but unhurried. Michele, already seated at the conference table, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening.“Well, well, well,” Michele said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up after that call earlier. Thought you’d be… otherwise occupied.”Aiden chuckled, adjusting his tie as he took a seat. “I keep my priorities straight, Michele. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t screw this up.”Michele laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man. But hey, can’t blame you. If I had what you have waiting at home, I’d probably skip every meeting too.”Aiden gave him a knowing grin but said nothing, his thoughts already drifting to Amira.The day passed in a blur of presentations and negotiations, but Aiden’s mind kept wandering back to the promise Amira had made that morning. By the time the meeting ended, he could barely contain his excitement.As he pulled into
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on
The cold metal of the gun pressed against Amira’s back sent a shiver down her spine, but her jaw clenched in defiance. The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back as he sneered.“Put the gun down,” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. “You’ve got no chance, sweetheart. You’re just a girl.”Amira’s teeth ground together, her blood boiling at his condescension. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab the gun, but his hold on her hair kept her restrained.From the shadows, a soft, deliberate noise echoed—a click of the tongue, dripping with mock disappointment.The man holding Amira froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Amira turned her eyes in the same direction, and from the darkness, a figure stepped into the dim light, his silhouette instantly recognizable.Aiden.He stood casually, a gun resting lazily in his hand, his other hand scratching his head as if he were mildly bored. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, but his expr
The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w
Aiden signalled one of his men to clean up the mess and made other one to drive the car.The air in the car was heavy with the remnants of the chaos they had just left behind, but in the backseat, the tension between Aiden and Amira had shifted to something softer, something far more intimate. The city lights flickered through the tinted windows, casting a warm glow over their faces as the car rolled down the quiet streets.Amira leaned against Aiden, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. She let out a long, tired sigh and turned her face slightly toward him. “Thanks for the… valuable gift,” she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of gratitude and lingering exhaustion.Aiden smirked, tilting his head to look at her. “Valuable gift? That’s one way to put it,” he teased, his tone playful. “You emptied bullets into him.shouldn’t I deserve more than thanks”Amira shot him a faint smile, her eyes glimmering under the soft light.She shifted slightly, looking up at him more directly. “
The gun felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in Amira’s trembling hands, but her resolve was steady. Memories crashed over her like waves—moments of fear, anguish, and betrayal all tied to the man in front of her. He had been the architect of her nightmares, the shadow that loomed over her every step, and now, he sat bound, powerless, and at her mercy.Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she took a step closer, her eyes dark with rage. She raised the gun and pointed it at his groin, her finger hovering over the trigger. “Stephen”she called out his name with a sinister smile with an head tilt..The man’s sneer vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed terror.“No! Wait! Please!” he shouted, struggling against the restraints. “Don’t do this! I’ll do anything you want—just don’t shoot!”Amira’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Anything I want?” she repeated, her voice cold and venomous. “How generous of you, can you give my child’s life back.”“I—I was wrong,” he stammered, hi
The night air was thick with finality as I packed my things and left the mansion behind—along with the memories, the pain, and the darkness it harbored. Every step I took away from that place felt like shedding a weight off my chest, but the further I went, the more I realized how deeply my father’s betrayal had wounded me. Even leaving Aiden behind, with all the history we shared, felt like a necessary step in a journey that no longer had any clear destination.The city lights grew dim as I sped away, and by the time I reached Mia’s house, the moon was hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows over her quiet neighborhood. I knocked softly at first, hesitant to disturb her, but the need for someone—anyone—was stronger than my hesitance. My second knock was firmer, and after a few moments, the door opened to Mia’s familiar face, her warm smile faltering when she saw the state I was in.“Amira?” Her voice was full of surprise, then concern as she took in my tear-streaked face, the ha