**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
I walked out of the hospital with a heavy heart, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving. The time was ticking away, each second bringing me closer to whatever Aiden had planned, and I had to do something. Anything. The police station was my first stop. It had to be. If I could get the police involved—really involved—maybe I could turn the tide. Maybe I could expose Aiden for the monster he was and end this nightmare once and for all.When I arrived, the station was bustling with officers and civilians, the air thick with the sound of ringing phones and the clatter of keyboards. But as I walked up to the front desk, it felt like I was stepping into a void. The world narrowed to a single point of focus: the officer behind the desk."I need to file a complaint," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's urgent."The officer, a middle-aged man with a thick mustache, looked up at me with mild interest. "What's the nature of
As I left the police station, a deep sense of despair settled over me. The reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks—no one could help me. Aiden’s influence reached too far, leaving me feeling utterly powerless. Yet through the haze of fear and defeat, one thought stood out with painful clarity: Aiden would still be at my apartment. He had given me a day, and that time was running out.Approaching my apartment building, a knot of dread tightened in my stomach. The thought of facing Aiden again, of surrendering to him, made me want to turn and run. But I knew there was no escape. Maybe if I begged, pleaded, he would show mercy. Maybe, just maybe, I he would agree to leave me.The apartment was eerily quiet as I approached the door. My heart thundered in my chest, each step a reminder of the inevitable confrontation that awaited me. With trembling hands, I unlocked the door and slowly pushed the door open, my breath catching as I stepped inside.There he was, sitting on the co
I sat in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing in on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. I had locked myself in here for hours, refusing to let anyone in. Not Aiden. Not his mother, Mrs. Wolf. Not even my little furball, Leo, whose whining had become a constant background noise that I tried—and failed—to ignore. I couldn’t deal with anything or anyone right now. All I could think about was the mess my life had become, how Aiden had somehow managed to drive everyone away from me, including Ryan.A knock on the door broke through my thoughts, loud and firm. “Amira,” Aiden’s voice called, calm and infuriatingly composed. “Open the door.”I stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. If I spoke, I’d scream. If I looked at him, I’d crumble. I couldn’t let him see how much he had affected me.“Amira,” he repeated, a hint of warning creeping into his tone. “This is your last chance. Open the door.”I heard Mrs. Wolf’s voice joining his, softer, worried. “Aiden, she
Author pov,At Mia’s Hospital in the US, the air was heavy with a mix of tension and concern. Ryan was lying on a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his wrists from multiple self-inflicted cuts. His face was pale, but his eyes held a stubborn defiance .In the corridor just outside his room, Mia, Eva, and Daniel stood huddled together, their expressions a blend of anger and worry. Mia had been harsh with Amira recently, and though her anger towards Ryan had initially fueled her outburst, she now realized that Amira was bearing the brunt of everyone’s frustration.“I can’t believe Ryan could be so reckless,” Eva whispered, glancing towards Ryan’s room. “I tried talking some sense into him, but he just kept going on about how much he loves Amira. It’s like he’s lost all sense of reality.”Mia crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. “I know he’s been struggling, but to put Amira through this… It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have taken our frustration out on her.”Daniel rubbed the back of his
The next day, I was at the hospital, busy with my rounds when my phone buzzed. It was Mia, calling me in a tone that dripped with anger.“Amira, what the hell did you do?” she snapped before I could even say hello. Her voice was filled with accusation, and I could almost feel the heat of her frustration through the phone.“What are you talking about, Mia?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “What did I do?”“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ryan is devastated, Amira. You’ve really hurt him this time,” she said, her words like sharp daggers. “By the way, congratulations on all the likes your post is getting. You and Aiden look so cozy, practically made for each other.”The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there, frozen for a moment, confusion and panic washing over me. What post? What was Mia talking about? My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram.There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, o
The air between us was thick with tension as Aiden closed the door behind him. His eyes burned with a possessive intensity, and before I could even register what was happening, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his grip firm and unyielding. His mouth crashed down onto mine, urgent and demanding, and my immediate instinct was to push him away. I pressed my hands against his chest, clamping my mouth shut, but it only seemed to fuel him more.“Stop it, Aiden,” I managed to say, turning my head to the side to escape his lips. But he was relentless. His hand snaked up to my neck, and he gripped a fistful of my hair, yanking it just enough to bring my face back to him, forcing me to look into his darkened gaze. His voice was low and dangerously soft as he murmured, “I’m showing you that I own you, Amira.”I clenched my lips together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of my compliance. He kissed me again, harder this time, his mouth moving against mine with a hu
As I sat at the dining table, I couldn’t help but notice the tension thickening in the air. Aiden stormed into the mansion wearing his perfectly tailored suit, but his face carried a look of cold fury. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with an unspoken anger. He glanced at me with a scowl before heading upstairs without a word. I watched him disappear down the hall, utterly confused about what had triggered his sudden temper.I turned back to my dinner, but the curiosity gnawed at me. What could have possibly happened to make him so furious? Aiden returned after a few minutes, freshly showered, and looking more composed. He strode down the stairs, his steps purposeful, his hair slightly damp, and his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His mother, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, instructed the servants to serve him dinner.As he settled at the table across from me, the tension was palpable. He began eating in a calm, almost too measured
L following day at the hospital, I was already feeling the strain of having my personal bodyguard shadowing me everywhere. Every step I took, there he was, a few paces behind, his stern gaze making my every move feel scrutinized. It was as if Aiden’s reach extended beyond the confines of our home, clutching me tightly even here. I desperately needed some space, and my irritation was starting to show.As I was tending to one of the pediatric patients, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Eva. I quickly excused myself and stepped out into the hallway, pressing the phone to my ear. “Eva? Is everything okay?”“Amira, I just wanted to check on you. How are you doing?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “You’re really working in that hospital in Italy now?”“Yes,” I replied, glancing back at the bodyguard who stood near the corner, pretending not to eavesdrop but clearly listening. “I’m fine, just adjusting to everything here.”“Adjusting?” Eva’s tone became more skeptical.
At dinner, the atmosphere was a blend of tension and a strange sense of belonging I hadn’t quite felt in a while. Aiden’s mother, a warm and elegant woman with a gentle demeanor, was seated across from me. She looked at me with an encouraging smile as she asked, “How was your first day, dear? You must have had quite the challenge working in a new country.”I took a deep breath, setting my fork down. “It was… different,” I admitted, a small smile creeping onto my lips. “But I managed. The language barrier was difficult, but I’m learning.”She nodded, clearly pleased. “I’m proud of you,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “It takes courage to adapt so quickly.”A rush of pride filled my chest, and I couldn’t help but cast a quick glance at Aiden, who sat at the head of the table, casually eating as if the whole conversation was of little interest to him. He didn’t look up, his focus solely on his meal, and it only made my resolve harden. At least his mother was proud of me, and that
The morning of my first day working at the hospital in Italy, I woke up with a strange mix of eagerness and anxiety. The air in the mansion felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if reminding me that I wasn’t here by choice. I sat at the edge of the bed, pulling on my slippers with a sense of determination. Working at the hospital was my one opportunity to feel some sense of normalcy, even if it came with strings attached.I headed downstairs holding Leo in my hand and handed over to his mom to take care of him. where Aiden was casually seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee as though he didn’t have a care in the world. His presence filled the room in a way that made me feel small and insignificant, even though I wasn’t about to let him see that. Marco, my assigned bodyguard, was already waiting by the door, dressed in a black tuxedo that seemed completely out of place for a hospital.As I picked up my bag, Aiden glanced up at me with that familiar controlling look in his eyes. “Y
I sat on the couch with Leo nestled in my lap, his small body curled up as I ran my fingers through his soft fur. The house felt unusually quiet, save for the occasional ticking of the wall clock. Aiden had just finished getting ready to leave for the hospital, his keys jingling in his hand as he strode toward the door. There was a finality in his movements, like he was already in his own world, where I didn’t matter. And for some reason, that bothered me.I glanced at the clock again and then at Leo, who seemed perfectly content to lie there and bask in the moment. Something inside me stirred—a resolve I wasn’t sure I had before. I couldn’t just sit here every day while my career and life slipped away. I needed to do something, to reclaim a sense of normalcy, of independence.Before I could overthink it, I called out to Aiden, my voice breaking the stillness of the room. “Aiden.”He stopped, halfway out the door, and turned back with a look of mild surprise. I almost never called him