It has been one month since that incident and Killian had moved on in his life. He was back to his previous life, drugs, alcohol and girls. The thought of Amara entered his mind a few times. Her beautiful ocean-like eyes filled with fear, her soft cheeks adoring deep red blush and the innocence on her face was something he had never witnessed before. She was something which entered his life like a breath of fresh air but he is the one who taints the pureness with his mere touch, deflowers it when it catches his eyes and strips it out of its light and that's what he did with Amara. He tainted her pureness with his darkness, deflowered her and stripped her out of her light. He has ruined her for others and the thought itself gave him immense satisfaction. It filled him with a rush which no drug could and the pleasure which no possession can give. Killian had rolled the sleeves of his black shirt causing his muscular forearm to be on display. A feminine hand wrapped around his arm.
Powerful burning gaze. Amara felt it on her back, a power burning gaze which made her a chill run down her spine. Her hands became numb and throat tightened with emotions. She slowly turned around and her eyes met with sharp dark eyes which were looking at her with an obsessed look in them.She stiffened and took a few steps back in fear. Her actions were unconscious, her legs moving on their own. A glint passed through his eyes which he was quick to suppress inside. She felt her chest tightened, eyes burning with tears and legs turning wobby as he stood in front of her in all his might. Her body trembled in fear and she watched with scared gaze as a feminine hand wrapped around Killian's forearm, in an attempt to mark her territory. Her gaze shifted besides Killian and she saw a girl next to him. A beautiful girl who held his forearm in an possessive grip. The girl smiled at Killian and whispered something in his ears. Killian nodded at what she said and gave a last look to Amara,
*Tigger Warning Ahead*(The chapter contains Violence and Mention of rape) ***Power. It's a lust, a desire. The desire to exercise control over others, to be the ultimate ruler and see others begging in front of you.And Killian strived for power, he lived for it. The power which very soon will be his, when he will be crowned as the new leader of the Suvillian empire. The authority will be his, the control will be in his hand and he will be the one to rule with an iron fist. "The Russians are planning to attack us, Killian. They are looking for a chance for a moment of weakness from our side and attack us. I want you to deal with them, show the world the power of Suvillian's and what happens when someone messes with us." The cold voice of Elijah, his uncle, resonated in the room and Killian nodded with a firm look in his eyes. "The rule and dominance will be ours, no Russian will get a chance to attack us and if they did, there will be bloodbath and no mercy shown from our side."
Pregnant. The news made Amara's world crumble in an instant, darkness overpowering every inch of her world and the remaining hope in her life crashed drastically. She is pregnant with Killian's child, her rapist. She couldn't stop the tears which flowed down her eyes and the scream which left her lips, transforming her agony into actions. She didn't want the baby, she wanted nothing to do with it. "I- I can't be pregnant.. I can't be pregnant with his baby." She shook her head, refusing to believe the reality. She doesn't believe in it, she refuses to believe it. "Amara, relax! You shouldn't stress yourself. It's not good for your health." Everly held her shoulder gently and tried to make her understand. Any sort of stress is bad for her and the baby, her health is already bad and if she takes stress, her condition will only worsen. She can't see Amara in more problems than she already is. "B-but Everly, I am p-pregant. How can I? This is a r-rapist's child. I don't want it, tak
"That's right, the child isn't his. It has nothing to do with him."If words were enough to make a person see red and burn in rage, then it was enough to trigger the monster inside Killian. A terrifying aura radiated from him in waves and every single person in the room could feel it. The moment he heard her, his eyes darkened in rage and jaw clenched tightly. He stormed towards Amara in utter rage, his eyes pitch black as anger swirled in them. A wince left her lips when he wrapped his hand around her throat in a tight grip and forced her to look at him, the pressure from his hand making it difficult for her to breath and she gasped for air. She tried to remove his hands from her neck but it was of no use as it didn't affect him, instead it only made his grip on her tightened more. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAID?! WITH WHOM DID YOU SLEPT WITH YOU FUCKING BITCH?!?" He growled and the intensity of it had all the girls flinch in fear. Amara's eyes teared up and she tried her best to remove h
"You are getting married to Amara."The words rang in Killian's ears, again and again until it got imprinted in his mind, creating a havoc which won't be calmed down. The declaration which his uncle made didn't sit well with him. He isn't someone to follow others words, even if it's his own family. A chuckle escaped him, his chest vibrating as he threw his head back, sharp canines on display as he chuckled in humour. "The girl whom I will marry will be of high blood, powerful and pure." He declared. His eyes met with Amara's who stared at him in utter fear. "And this orphan isn't either of them. She has no idea whose dirty blood runs in her veins, is of no class and most importantly can't give me the one thing which a wife should give to her husband after wedding-" He looked at her with a smirk. "-her virginity, for she is tainted and used already." Amara's lips trembled and she fisted her hand hearing him. The words tainted and used cut her heart open and made it bleed furiously.
Elijah was one sinister man, playing games with mind, slowly trapping the other person in webs of his lies and gentleman facade before he hit the other person straight on their weakness. A mastermind he is, knowing when to lure his prey with sweet words and when to use the power to defeat them.And he didn't wish to use his power on Amara. Fragile prey can be defeated easily through sweet manipulation and if they don't then the world is a witness that how cruel the Suvillian's can get to those who dared to refuse them. "How are you feeling, Amara?" He asked, titling his head. Amara clutched her dress in a fist, the fear of being alone with him making her heart drop to her stomach. Elijah saw the fear in her eyes and the scared expression on her face. "Don't be scared, I will not hurt you." He said but the fear in her eyes didn't waver. "Not until you obey my words and do as I say." His words made her gulp, her heart pounding inside her chest loudly. "I will be straight to the poin
Killian gazed at the girl in front of him who was wearing nothing but lingerie that barely covered her body. She was a seductress with that body and could have any man she wanted but she wanted him, just like every other woman.The thought of Amara crossed his mind and he clenched his jaw. She rejected him. She was the first girl to reject him, say no to him and slap him. Red flashed in front of his eyes remembering her slap and he felt rage building inside him. However, a smirk formed on his face as he recalled what he did with her for the slap.She rejected him and he destroyed her.His eyes snapped to the girl and a dark glint passed through them."Strip"It was going to be a long night after all.The girl moved towards him, a smile on her face as she let her eyes roam on him. Her eyes. They were grey, beautiful grey eyes but they didn't have the innocence in them like the blue orbs do. The grey eyes didn't make him feel things that a certain pair of blue eyes do. He brought the d
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