I stared at the tattoo on the man’s hand as it tightened around the gun, the letter "V" standing out sharply against his skin. My heart pounded as recognition struck me like a lightning bolt. “Aiden?” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips.He didn’t say anything at firstAs I faced him, everything I knew—everything I thought I knew—came crashing down. My husband. The man I once loved, trusted, and believed in. He stood before me, his expression unreadable, his eyes cold and dark, so different from the man I had married .“How…how could you?” My voice broke, tears welling up in my eyes as I took a step back, my legs threatening to give way beneath me.Aiden’s gaze didn’t waver. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His presence was suffocating, his shadow looming over me like a dark cloud. “Why are you so surprised, Amira?” he said, his voice low, almost mocking. “You must have known, deep down. You’re not stupid.”“I trusted you,” I choked out, my v
I sat in the silence of my apartment, my mind racing as I tried to process the horrifying truth about Aiden. How had I missed it? How had I been so blind? My life had been turned upside down in an instant, and the weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on me, threatening to crush me under its sheer enormity.As I sat there, my thoughts drifted back to a time when life was simpler, when the world made sense and I was blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking just beneath the surface. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the memories of my past, trying to find some comfort in the warmth of nostalgia.I grew up as one of the wealthiest kids in town. My father, Dr.Matheo Carter, owned a chain of hospitals, each one a gleaming monument to his success and dedication to saving lives. My mother, Dr.Clara Carter, ran them with the same passion. They were a power couple, respected by everyone, and their influence extended far beyond the walls of the hospitals they owned
**Aiden's POV:**The door to Amira's apartment closed behind me with a resounding finality. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness, but my mind was anything but quiet. My hand still tingled from the force of the slap, the image of Amira's shocked face seared into my memory. I hadn’t planned on hitting her—I never wanted to hurt her like that—but the anger had surged, uncontrollable, leaving me with only the aftermath of my own impulsive actions.As I got into my car, my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. I was supposed to continue with my work, to keep moving forward as I always did. But my thoughts kept drifting back to her, to that moment in the apartment, to the look in her eyes that was a mixture of hurt and disbelief. I couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at me, the worry that I had crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. Yet, as much as guilt tugged at my conscience, anger was there, too—fierce, hot, and relentless.How
Authors povAmira stood in her apartment, feeling completely lost. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Aiden had slapped her, accusing her of cheating, and then he left.Aiden had left to unavoidable work, but she knew he would come again.Aiden went to look after his work for few hours as he was confident that she wouldn’t go back to Ryan because of his return . Aiden’s sudden reappearance in her life had thrown her into confusion. She didn’t know what to do or who to choose. That slap made her question everything. Did she really make a mistake? Was she wrong to try to move on from Aiden? The guilt weighed heavily on her. She felt terrible even thinking about Ryan after Aiden came back into her life. She had never been in such a difficult situation before. She couldn’t bring herself to see Ryan, not now, not after what had happened. The thought of facing him, of explaining why she had allowed Aiden back into her life, made her feel sick to her stomach.Living with Aiden seem
AmiraMy heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the picture on the wall with the words "Be Strong" boldly printed underneath. I drew in a shaky breath, my resolve hardening as I processed the chaos that had become my life. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope, a sense of purpose that I hadn’t felt in months. I knew I had to act—no more running, no more hiding. I couldn’t keep letting Aiden control my every move, my every thought. I needed to take back my life, even if it meant facing him head-on.The warm water from the shower washed over me, soothing my tense muscles, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside me. I kept replaying the events of the past few months in my mind—the lies, the manipulation, and the toxic grip Aiden had on me. I had been trapped in a web of fear and desire, unable to break free, but now, as the steam filled the bathroom, I knew what I had to do.After drying myself off, I dressed simply but deliberately, choosing clothes that made me feel strong
AmiraI could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence that followed my words. “You need help, Aiden,” I said, forcing myself to maintain a calm, rational tone, though inside I was anything but calm. Fear rippled through me, cold and insistent, but I had to keep it together. I had to stay strong, for my sake and for Ryan’s. “You’re not in your right mind. Please, just… let’s talk this through. We don’t have to do this.”Aiden’s smile widened, stretching across his face like a predator’s grin. There was nothing warm or reassuring in that smile; it was cold, mocking, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “You think I need help?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. He took a step closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my body reacting before my mind could process the movement. “You think I’m crazy?” He laughed then, a dark, menacing sound that made my blood run cold. “The only thing I’m crazy about is you, princess. And I’m not going to
I stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind me, my heart racing as I hurried down the corridor. The walls seemed to close in around me, each step echoing like a countdown in my head. Aiden’s presence loomed over everything, a dark shadow that I couldn’t shake. I didn’t know what his game was, but I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t safe. Not as long as Aiden was still out there, obsessed with me, willing to do anything to keep me in his life.I clutched my phone tightly, the cold metal pressing into my palm, as I made my way to the exit of the building. My first instinct was to run to the police, to show them the video of Aiden admitting to shooting Ryan, to make them understand the danger he posed. But as I neared the door, a chilling thought struck me: What if Aiden had planned for this? What if he had people on the inside, watching my every move? The police hadn’t exactly been helpful in Ryan’s case—they had been dismissive, slow, almost as if they were being caref
I stood outside Ryan's room, the sterile hospital air pressing in around me, as I watched him through the glass. He looked so peaceful, he was asleep, but the truth was far more painful. He was still recovering, his body fighting to heal from the bullets Aiden had put in him. The image of Ryan lying there, helpless, filled me with a crushing sense of guilt. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back any longer. They spilled over, tracing a path down my cheeks as I leaned against the wall, trying to keep myself together.I wasn’t alone for long. Daniel, Mia, Eva soon found me, their faces a mixture of concern and anger. They’d heard what Aiden had done, the twisted game he was playing with my life, with Ryan’s life. I could see the fury in their eyes, the way their jaws clenched and fists tightened. They wanted to help, but there was so little they could do against someone like Aiden.Mia was the first to reach out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Amira, how
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