I wandered aimlessly around the house, trying to make sense of everything. The mansion was massive, but it felt like a gilded cage. The security detail posted at every corner made it clear I couldn’t escape, even if I tried. Every exit was guarded, and I felt suffocated by their presence. There was no freedom here—only the illusion of choice. Eventually, I stopped pacing and retreated inside, resigning myself to this twisted reality. It felt like I had accepted my fate, but inside, I was still fighting.Night came, and with it, a chilling silence that enveloped the house. I found myself in the garden, trying to calm my thoughts. The cool breeze provided some relief, and the tea I was sipping was a weak attempt at comfort. But as I sat there, lost in thought, I felt him approach. Aiden. His presence was suffocating. The second he stepped into the garden, I stood up to leave. I didn’t want to be around him—I couldn’t stomach it.But he stopped me. His voice was cold as he spoke. “How lo
The morning light seeped through the windows, casting soft shadows across the room as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t slept much—how could I? Lying beside Aiden felt like sleeping next to a predator, my nerves constantly on edge, waiting for his next move. His possessiveness, his twisted need to control me, to break me, haunted me even in my waking moments. My eyes flicked over to him, still asleep, his arm draped possessively across the bed where I had once been. The sight made my stomach churn.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, careful not to disturb him. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with tension from the night before. My body still ached from his grip, the bruises on my arms a stark reminder of the prison I was trapped in. After quickly showering, I threw on a simple dress, something comfortable to cover the marks he left on me. I had no intention of staying in his room any longer than necessary.The house was eerily quiet in the early morning, and I welcomed th
Tears streaked down my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the pillow to my chest. The phone call had shattered the fragile composure I had managed to maintain since arriving at this house. Mia’s voice had been soft and concerned on the other end, but it hadn’t masked the tension I felt, knowing that every word I uttered could be overheard. Ryan was still recovering, though not as quickly as I had hoped, and the strain of my situation with Aiden was making it impossible for me to think clearly. My pulse was racing, the weight of the despair overwhelming me, when I suddenly heard a noise downstairs—raised voices.I quickly wiped the tears from my face, standing and making my way to the top of the stairs. As I reached the bottom, I saw him towering over his mother, his expression a twisted mask of fury. She stood trembling, her hands wringing in front of her, and I could see the fear in her eyes. The servants had gathered in the hall, their faces pale and uncertain, as if t
The garden was one of the few places in this house where I could still breathe. I sat on the wooden bench, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around myself as I stared at the plants swaying gently in the breeze. The silence helped to calm the storm that always seemed to rage inside me lately. The green leaves, the scent of earth—everything here was peaceful, unlike the tension that hung heavy inside the mansion.But that solace shattered the moment I heard his voice.“There you are,” Aiden said, his tone sharp and commanding. I didn’t turn to look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on a patch of ivy crawling up the brick wall, willing myself to remain calm, to stay detached.“We’re going to the party. Get ready,” he ordered. I stayed silent, as if I hadn’t heard him, my body remained calm. I was tired of this—tired of being treated like an object that he could move at his will.“I am not coming “ I responded.he took a step closer, his shadow falling over me like a dark cloud. “I wasn’t
The tension in the backseat was thick and suffocating as we rode in silence, the dim lights of the city flashing by outside the tinted windows. I sat as far from Aiden as the seat would allow, arms crossed and my gaze fixed stubbornly on the blur of lights. Aiden, on the other hand, seemed disturbingly calm, his gaze burning into the side of my face. He hadn’t spoken since we’d gotten into the car, and that silence felt more like a threat than any words he could have said.The car stopped at the entrance of a grand hotel, its golden lights casting a warm glow over the gathering elite outside. It was a party for the most affluent in the city, a social battleground where reputations were built and destroyed with a single conversation. I straightened my shoulders, steeling myself for the role I had to play tonight, while Aiden’s hand found my waist as we exited the car. His grip was firm—almost like a warning—as we walked toward the entrance.Inside, the ballroom was already buzzing with
Aiden pov,As I lifted Amira into my arms, her body was limp, her breath warm against my neck. The alcohol had finally taken its toll, and I could feel her struggle to hold herself up. Her head lolled back, and she murmured something unintelligible, the words slurring together as I made my way toward the car waiting at the entrance. I glanced at one of my guards, signaling him to bring the car around. Within moments, we were on our way back to the mansion.In the back seat, Amira stirred, still half-conscious. Her head rested against the window, and she began to mumble again, her voice low and heavy with exhaustion. I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of tenderness, an emotion I hadn’t expected to creep up on me tonight. I watched her for a moment as she blabbered on, her words a jumble of nonsense and accusations.“You… you always think you can control everything…” she murmured, her eyes fluttering open slightly as she glanced at me. “You’re a… bad man, Aiden.”A small, involunt
I woke up groggy, my head pounding from last night’s party. I blinked a few times, letting the dull ache behind my eyes settle as I glanced around the room. The curtains were half-drawn, letting in the faintest morning light. I noticed immediately that I was alone, which brought me an unexpected wave of relief. Thank God, Aiden wasn’t here to see me like this—disoriented, vulnerable. The last thing I needed was him smirking at my discomfort or throwing around smug comments.I pushed myself up, wincing at the slight nausea that crept up my throat. As I rubbed my temples, the memories from last night came back in fractured pieces—Aiden’s possessiveness at the party, the argument, the tension simmering just below the surface. And then there was that moment when I almost lost myself in his arms, allowing him to soothe me during my panic attack. I shivered at the thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I wasn’t supposed to lean on him for comfort, not after everything he’d put me thro
It was bedtime, and I was lying beside Aiden. I was lying so far from him that I could fall down from the edge of the bed. The room was dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of my phone’s screen. I scrolled aimlessly, trying to find something—anything—that would keep my mind occupied and prevent me from sinking into the weight of my emotions.And then, there she was. Emera’s bright smile stared back at me from a photo. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that only children possess, and seeing her that way hit me like a punch to the gut. I hadn’t been prepared for it, and the force of the grief and guilt I felt came crashing over me like a tidal wave.I turned away from the screen and clenched my jaw, trying to swallow the sob that rose in my throat. But it was no use; the pain was too raw, too close to the surface. Tears burned in my eyes, and I pressed my hand against my mouth to muffle the sounds as I began to cry. I didn’t want Aiden to see me like this, didn’t want him
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