"Amara, you are going to leave tomorrow. Have you packed everything?"
The old lady, Marry, asked her. She was the caretaker of the orphanage and had seen Amara growing up from a toddler into a teenager and now soon into an adult.
"I have packed everything mother." Amara chripped excitedly.
She is an orphan who was left on the doorsteps of this orphanage when she was barely a few months old. It was a rainy night and since then she hates rain and night. The harshness of rain and darkness of night scares her. It makes her feel all alone in the world.
Her life has grown inside this orphanage and tomorrow she is going to leave it. She has been selected in one of the reputed and top colleges to pursue her bachelor's degree in Bachelor of Business Administration. All her hard work and efforts have paid off as she got selected for her dream college.
"Stop smiling like a fool!" Marry snapped at her. "And don't call me Mother! I am not your goddamned mother." She hissed at her.
Amara's smile flattered hearing her.
She moved close to her and wrapped her arms around Marry who stiffened feeling her touch. "You are my mother. You have taken care of me since I was a baby and the only mother figure I have." She mumbled in a small voice.
She looked up at Marry and grinned. "And I know you are angry that I am leaving you tomorrow. After all, I am your favourite child and you will miss me!" She stated happily.
"I will not miss a brat like you."
"Aww, then why did you keep my picture with you?" Amara placed her hands behind her back and smiled at her sweetly.
"I.. I didn't!" Marry snapped. "Enough of your nonsense now. Let go of your childish behaviour from now. You are going to a new city and be prepared for it. And don't indulge yourself in other activities. If I find you are not focusing on your studies and romancing with some city boy then I will scoop your ass!"
Amara giggled. "Just like you used to do in my childhood." She said.
Marry sighed seeing her behaviour.
"Don't just study there. Get a part time job for yourself and earn money to finance your expenses. The money which I have given you will finish in a month or two." She said. "And return the money to me once you get a job. I am not doing charity for you here." She added rudely.
"Don't worry, I will return the money to you with a ten percent interest rate once I get a job in a big company." Amara showed her ten fingers to her and smiled brightly.
Marry has given some money from her savings to her and she is grateful for it. She plans to return the money once she gets a job. Also, she wishes to contribute something to this orphanage which has been her only home. Her only dream is to work hard and earn money so that she is able to help orphan children like her.
"Of course you will have to do it. It's the least you can do for all the favours I gave to you." Marry said. "Now go and sleep. I don't want you to be late tomorrow."
Amara nodded and kissed her cheek. "Good night." She said and went away before Marry could snap at her for kissing her on cheek.
"You brat! Come here, I will scoop your ass for real this time." She heard Marry yell.
***
Killian took out another cigarette and lit it. The smoke blew out from his mouth, filling the atmosphere and he inhaled deeply. His mind was a mess and he needed something to calm himself. The loud music was busting in the background and people were grinding their bodies with each other as they danced crazily. He was in a club with his friends.
"Fuck! I need to do something now. Our college is going to end soon and I haven't learnt a single thing." Adien, his friend, chuckled as he gulped the alcohol in one go.
"You guys at least have your father's business. I am fucking broke to even start something on my own." Derek groaned. "Killian you got really lucky man. Your father is a top businessman. Your grandfather and uncle are politicians. You were surely born with a golden fate unlike us."
"Send your sister to me for one day. I will make your fate golden too." Killian replied blowing out the smoke and all his friends chuckled except for Derek who clenched his jaw in anger. He didn't said anything to Killian but from inside he was boiling in anger.
"I heard that Hayden won the bet he made with Adien" Richard asked, his eyes roaming on the juicy ass of the girls who were dancing like there is no tomorrow.
"Bastard owes me one thousand dollars now." Hayden chuckled.
Adien snorted. "You haven't shown me any proof yet." He said. "How will I know if you fucked Mia Or not."
They had a bet about Hayden making Mia fall in love with him, sleeping with her and then breaking up with her.
Hayden smirked. "I have the pictures with me." He said.
"You fucking bastard. I can't believe you got the pictures of her. Show it to us." Richard said with his eyes twinkling in lust.
"What the fuck Hayden?! How can you take pictures of Mia without her permission." Nathaniel spated in anger. "The bet didn't include taking pictures of her. Stop this bullshit before you regret everything."
"Calm down Nathaniel. No one is going to have a look at her pictures. It will remain with me only." Hayden said.
"I swear you-"
"Hello" They heard a feminine voice.
A girl was standing in front of them with a seductive smile on her face as she looked at Killian. The girl was from their college, in the same class as them and her interest in Killian is not hidden.
"Are you free Killian?" She asked him with a smile, twirling her hairs with her finger.
"Why?" Killian smirked at her, his eyes darkening in lust as it roamed over her body.
"We can talk in private if you want." She blinked at him innocently but it was another thing that it looked anything but innocent.
Killian got up and looked at his friends. "I will be back after some time." He said and they nodded knowing very well why he was going.
Killian is the biggest womaniser in their college. He fucks girls with no string attach, insults them, doesn't sleeps with the same girl twice and yet they all run behind him. He has got girls in his both arms and he doesn't gives a fuck about them. For him, girls are nothing but tissue papers which are meant to be used once and thrown away.
***
Killian looked at the other side of the bed where the girl was sleeping soundly, the girl from his college whom he fucked tonight for the first time and last time. Sleeping with the same girl isn't something he does. He needs a new girl everytime and it isn't difficult to find one when girls are dying to be with him.
He looked at the girl with annoyance and displeasure. She had passed out from their fucking session and he felt frustrated with her. She couldn't even handle him for one round. He could still hear her loud annoying scream when he fucked her. She screamed like a bitch in heat.
Fucking weak bitch.
His clothes were lying carelessly on the floor and he wore them. He went out of the room. After some time, he reached near his friends.
"You came early" Adien said to him with a smirk.
"The bitch couldn't handle me." Killian grunted as he sat. "Where are Nathaniel and Richard?" He asked.
"Nathaniel left for his house and Richard is dancing with some chick." Adien replied. He gave Killian a glass filled with alcohol. "Here"
Killian smirked and took the drink from him.
This is what he needed at the moment.
Amara had her backpack and a rolling suitcase ready. She is leaving for the train station as she is going from the train to her destination. Marry had managed to book a local ticket for her from her own money and it helped her to save the money for future use. "Amara, you will become a city girl now!" A five year old Lucas said squealing. Amara giggled and picked him in her arms. He has become quite heavy and big now because of his growing age. She remembers the day clearly when he too was left near the orphanage one night when he was one and half years old. Since she has taken care of him and felt an unknown connection to him. "No silly. I will still be this orphanage's girl even when I go to the city." She said and bumped her nose with his playfully. "You promise to bring toys for me when you come back?" He asked, looking at her with wide hopefully eyes. "I promise" She smiled at how his eyes twinkled. "But don't bring toys for others!" He ordered in his childish voice. "And
It was evening when Amara reached the city. She went towards the hostel where she will be living. After some formalities and other things she went to her room. The room which she got is already shared by two people and she is the third one to join them now. Upon entering the room, she saw clothes lying on the floor carelessly, some stuff was thrown here and there. She winced looking at the condition of the room. In the orphanage, she stayed with fifteen people but never has the condition of her room been this bad. She saw two girls there doing their work. "Hey guys" She said meekly and fiddled with the helm of her dress. Both the girls got aware of the third person in the room and looked at her suspiciously. "Who are you?" One of the girl asked, folding her hands on her chest. "I am your new roommate." Amara revealed, looking at them nervously. She hopes that they both are friendly so that she can make them her friends. "Ohh" "Welcome to the room then" The girl smiled and so
One day later. Amara was getting ready. It was her first day in college and she was excited about it. She had Chloe and Everlywith her too but unfortunately they were her seniors by a year and thus she will be alone in her class. "Are you ready Amara?" Everlyasked. "Yes I am." Amara said and took her bag. "Great! Let's leave now. It's your first day in the college and we don't want to be late, do we?" Chloe asked and Amara shook her head in no. The college was at a walkable distance from their hostel and took about ten minutes to reach. The three girls left the hostel and after some time they reached the college. "We should now leave for our class Amara." Chloe said and Amara nodded. "Wait!" Amara stopped them. "I don't know where my class is. Can you show me the way to my class?" She asked them. It's her first day in her college and thus she doesn't know much about its structure. "Of course." Chloe said. They both took her to the second floor and stood in front of
Tik tok. Tik tok. Tik tok. Time was passing by and there was utter silence. The only sound which could be heard was the ticking of the clock. The silence was haunting and terrifying.Nathaniel, Aiden, Derek, Richard and Hayden stared at Killian in concern. He wasn't saying anything nor doing something to express his anger. It's not the Killian they know. The Killian whom they know would have broken all the things in anger. Killian was sitting on the chair, staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. He was calm, too calm to be true. His friends knew what it indicated. It was the calmness before the storm. "Killian, are you seriously going to leave that bitch who slapped you?" Aiden asked. He was angry that a roadside orphan dared to slap his friend, his very own friend who is untouchable. "Don't forget you are the same Killian who beat the shit out of a boy who dared to raise his eyes at you. You can't let that orphan bitch get away after slapping you. You need to te
"Amara, why are you so silent?" Chloe for the tenth time.Chloe and Everly had returned from college and they found that Amara had skipped her classes and came back to the hostel. They asked her what the issue was but Amara didn't tell them anything."It's nothing." Amara said having an internal debate whether to tell them about today's incident or not."Amara, we might have known each other for hardly two days but it doesn't mean you can't share things with us." Everly said in a friendly manner, hoping for her to open up to them."Yes, you can share with us what's troubling you. And if it is possible then we might even help you." Chloe said and Amara looked at her hesitantly."Killian" Amara said his name, even his name gave her chills. "I-I slapped him." She mumbled in a small voice. She wanted to go back in the past and warn herself to stay away from him, to stay in her class rather than going out."What?!" Both of them shouted at the same time."Tell me you are joking?" Everly sai
Revenge. It's a strong word, making hard feelings arise inside a person and make them blind with the need to crumble everything. It's a dangerous feeling but it becomes even more dangerous when the same feeling is felt by Killian Suvillian. Revenge doesn't just remain dangerous, it comes more messy and deadly, with the urge to destroy everything. Killian's eyes turned darker with every passing second, a storm was going on inside him and it would calm down only when he sees Amara in front of him, vulnerable and begging on her knees to spare her. But he won't. He will crush her beneath his shoes, strip her off her dignity and have his way with her. She won't dare to look at her image in the mirror after he is done with her. She will cry tears of blood, her heart would bleed and soul will shiver in terror when he will fuck her raw and brutally, till a point that her eyes will stop pouring tears and she would be nothing but a lifeless doll laying down at his feet, at his mercy. He b
Warning:- The chapter contains mature content and triggering concept. (18+) ______"You are going to bleed beneath me tonight, cry for mercy and plead me to leave you." He spoke in a low, dangerous tone, his words sent chills down her spine and dread filled her heart. Her mind became alert and she was terrified of the plans he had for her. He is an animal. Using all her strength, she pushed him away from her but he got aware of her action beforehand and twisted her hand behind her back. A cry escaped her when her hand started to hurt. "L-let me go!""You should have thought that before slapping me, fucking weak bitch. You had the chance to spend a night with me but you fucking rejected me, Killian Suvillian, and you will pay for it. I will show you your real place." He spatted in anger, twisting her hand in a tight grip and the next moment, he threw her on the bed. Amara screamed when his body hovered over her small one. She tried to kick him where the sun doesn't shine but he b
Warning :- Triggering and Rape scene ahead. Only for 18+.___"Fuck." Killan grunted as pounded inside her unconscious body again. He wrapped his hands around her fragile waist and pulled her closer to him, in a way that his cock was submerged deep inside her. He pulled out of her and thrusted inside her again, the wet sound of their skin hitting together echoed in the room. He clenched his jaw and thrusted inside her with great force, causing her body to jerk a little with the powerful thrusts. His balls slapped against her pusy lips, creating wet and dirty sounds. The room was filled with Killian's groans and grunts as he continued to satisfy himself from her. "N-no." Amara whispered unconscious, tears brimming her eyes as she felt pain down there. Killian paid no heed to her, not caring that he was forcing himself on her unconscious body. After five brutal rounds, he finally left her and pulled out of her. He looked at his cock which was carrying her blood, a mark of her innocen
One week.One excruciating week had passed since Amara tried to end her life, and Killian made the promise that tore him apart, to let her go. It hadn't been easy for him to say those words, let alone prepare himself to watch her walk away from him.He stood in front of the door, his hands buried deep in his pockets, watching her pack her things into the suitcase. Each movement she made felt like a dagger carving into his chest. He wanted to stop her. God, how he wanted to stop her. To drop to his knees and beg her to stay, to plead for one last chance to make things right. But he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve her. Not yet, not after the hell he had dragged her through. Amara was worth more than anything, and for the first time in his life, Killian understood what it meant to love someone selflessly. He wouldn’t hold her captive in a world of pain he had created. If letting her go was the first step toward earning her forgiveness, toward becoming the man she deserved, then he
Amara couldn’t bring herself to believe him. Deep down, she knew that no matter how much she wanted to, Killian Suvillian would never agree to her terms. He was a selfish man, someone who always took what he wanted, regardless of the cost or consequences. So why would he let her go simply because she’d tried to escape this life once and for all? He claimed to love her, but could his love really be so powerful, so deep, that he’d set her free without a second thought? Who was the real Killian? Was he the ruthless man she’d come to know since the day her life was torn apart, or was he this version now claiming he’d let her go? She couldn’t make sense of it. Everything was becoming suffocating, overwhelming, terrifying. Moments like these made her wonder if it would be easier to end her life than to keep living each day in fear. Then why did she hesitate when he offered to let her go? Perhaps, after all she’d endured, the promise of freedom felt too alluring to resist. She wanted
Trigger Warning: Attempt to Suicide ***If someone were to ask Killian where his world lay, he would show them the scene unfolding in front of him. Amara lay curled up on the bed, their daughter nestled in the crib, both in identical positions, breathing softly in unison. It was around four in the morning, but sleep abandoned him. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, refusing to face the darkness that haunted him whenever he did. How could he look away, even for a moment, when his entire world, so peaceful, so complete, was right there, filling his heart with peace and light?He had brought them home the night before. A team of doctors were ready in their mansion, ready to intervene if needed. He wasn't ready to take any chance, the thought of losing either of them was unbearable. He would do whatever it took to protect his fragile world, even at the cost of his own peace of mind. Time passed, and the darkness of night gradually gave way to the soft light of dawn. A knock
Killian refused to acknowledge her words, as if they had never left her lips, pretending they hadn’t sliced through him and torn him apart. He clung to the illusion, seeking comfort in the facade of a lie, as though denying the truth could somehow change it."You’re going to love our daughter," he said quietly, lips curving up into a small smile. "We will be a family. She’s going to be our-" "She's not my daughter!" Amara hissed. "She is a result of sin, and I will never love her!" Her throat burned from the force of her words, but she didn’t care. She needed him to feel them, to have her words cut through the illusion he was making in his sick mind. "Amara!" Killian growled, gritting his teeth in rage. "I am speaking the truth, Killian," Amara replied, a mirthless smile twisting her lips. "Don’t you remember how she was born? How can I love her and consider her my daughter when she was the very r-reason my life was destroyed?" Her voice cracked, words trembling as she fought aga
Killian had never allowed himself to feel—never this deeply, never this quickly. He had spent his life behind high walls, never letting anyone close enough to matter. Vulnerability and protectiveness were foreign to him, emotions he hadn’t known until Amara entered his life. He was always cold, distant, untouchable.But now, with this fragile life cradled in his arms, everything felt different. Why did he feel this fierce urge to shield her, to protect her from a world that could harm her? Her tears pierced through the barriers around his heart, and her tiny, soft cries shattered something deep inside him. Her cries, they sounded painful to him, filling him with a kind of agony he’d never known, never felt. His daughter still clung to his hand, her tiny fingers curling around his as if refusing to let him go. Her tiny face turned red as her cries grew more shrill, and Killian's hands trembled, terrified that it was his touch hurting her. Yet he couldn’t let go. “Do something to make
Killian couldn't stand the suffocating air inside the room anymore. So, he stormed out, his face having defeat all over it. His wife was inside, her fragile body soaked in blood, fighting for a life that was slipping away too quickly. The sight of her, broken and dying on that cold hospital bed, was more than he could bear. He never felt so weak before, and never faced a defeat so painful like this. He had lashed out at them, gripping their collars with fury, demanding they save her. What the doctors said still echoed in his mind like a death sentence, "Her chances are slim. Her body is too weak. The pregnancy is killing her, she’s too young, too traumatised. Her body can’t handle it." Forced pregnancy. Trauma. Weak body. Every word they spoke clawed deeper into his soul. He felt his throat tighten hearing that. This was his doing, his cruelty, his thirst for revenge that had destroyed her. Not Derek. Not anyone else. He was the one who dragged her into his hell, destroyed her b
A/N: Please note that I have no expertise in medical procedures. All content is fictional and should be treated as such.***Mother or baby.Killian stumbled back, staring at the doctor in disbelief. The words slammed into him, draining the life from his veins, as if he were being forced to endure an agony that physically hurt him.His heart clenched in pain at the thought of life without Amara. A life without her would hollow him out, leaving him nothing more than a walking corpse, soulless and dead inside. He needed her to be alive so he could breathe and live. How could he possibly let her go when she was the only reason his cold heart was beating? In that moment, it hit him like a storm, deadly and powerful. He loves Amara. Because if being terrified of a life where she wasn’t alive isn't love, then he didn’t know what love was. How had he not seen it before? His heart had been screaming it all along. Amara was everything love could be—soft, caring, pure, a light that had bro
The video played, ever so cruelly, ever so painfully, its brutality unfolding in agonising detail. The men’s savagery was laid bare before her eyes, exposing the creatures they truly were. They ravaged her helpless body, feasting on her as if she weren’t human. Amara's lips quivered, unable to form words, unable to process the horrors before her. They were touching her, abusing her flesh with a cruel smile on their faces. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her vision blurring as her trembling hands clutched the camera.And then, she cried.She cried until her eyes burned, until her entire body convulsed with the sheer force of her sobs. She was violated without mercy, even while she was unconscious, with no sense of reality, as they turned her world into a horrifying nightmare. They stripped her of her dignity, again and again, pouncing on her inhumanly. Her chest tightened, the pain so suffocating it stole her breath. A horrible pain seized her heart, and the camera slipped from
Killian’s grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles turning white as the urge for bloodshed surged within him.One month.An entire month had passed since Derek slipped through his fingers, and still, there was no sign of him. It made his blood boil. That bastard never should have escaped in the first place, and if he did, he should’ve been caught the second he tried to pull that stunt. It was a disgrace, a defeat stamped onto his very existence, a humiliation that the leader of the Suvillians couldn’t capture him. Derek was out there somewhere, hiding like a coward, probably laughing at the fool he’d made of Killian. He must be fucking proud—assaulting his wife and then slipping away right under his nose. His men should never have let it happen. If they had been vigilant, if they hadn’t been so pathetically negligent, Derek wouldn’t have succeeded. But they failed. And that failure cost Killian more than just his pride. Derek was still out there, unharmed, without a single trace l