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 why is that?" She asked, pretending to think about it deeply.
"Because you are only my Sister, not theirs!" He stated possessively.
She laughed and kissed his chubby cheeks which became pink instantly. "How about I bring more toys for you than them?" She asked.
"Yes, it will be perfect. They will be jealous of me." He smiled widely showing his toothy grin.
"Amara are you ready?" She heard Emma, her friend, call her.
"Yes I am." She replied.
"Great!" Emma replied. "Marry aunt asked me to drop you at the railway station." She told.
Amara frowned sadly. "Isn't she coming to meet me?" She asked as she made Lucas stand on the ground.
"She said she is busy." Emma told.
"Ohh" Amara said. "I will go and meet her then." She left from there.
She entered the room where Marry usually is. She didn't bother knocking because she knows Marry will ask her to leave anyway.
"Why didn't you come to meet me?" She pouted at her and blinked her eyes.
"You are not the only one in this orphanage who needs me Amara. I also have others to take care of." Marry replied coldly.
"But I just need five minutes of yours." Amara said and went near her. She saw the corner of Marry's eyes filled with tears. "Don't cry Marry, I will come to meet you in holidays and festivals." She told.
"I am not crying." Marry hissed at her. "Something just went in my eyes." She said and rubbed her eyes.
"We both know that's a plain lie." Amara folded her hands and looked at her with an accusing gaze. "You know it won't cause you a penny to say that you will miss me." She smiled at her adorably.
"You brat! Get out before I scoop your ass!" Marry yelled.
Amara frowned hearing her. "You are always ready to scoop me." She said "Do you like my bum-bum, Marry?" She asked with a cheeky smile and shaked her bum a little.
"You brat!!!! Get out!"
***
Amara and Emma waited for a cab.
"Emma, is your admission in the college confirmed?" Amara asked her.
"It is." Emma said. "It's not a big deal to get admission there since it is a local college."
A sigh left her lips. "You know I will be eighteen soon and after that I need to leave the orphanage. I don't know where to go after that." She said.
Amara stayed silent hearing her. She didn't know what to say or how to console her. It's a rule to leave the orphanage once you turn eighteen. Life after it is harsh as one has to face the outside world alone. God has been kind to her to provide her admission in her dream college and she knows her life will be smooth once she graduates from there after three years.
"You will find a way Emma. God always plans the best for us, have faith in him." Amara smiled at her.
"Right" Emma nodded. "You are going to a new city Amara, a rich city to be precise and you will find so many new people there. What if you fall for someone from your college?" She asked, wriggling her brow in a teasing manner.
A pink hue spread on Amara's cheeks as she blushed like a bloomed rose.
"I am not going there to fall in love with someone." She said, embarrassed.
"I know! But you can't ignore the fact that there will be so many boys there. You are bound to get a tiny crush on someone." Emma teased.
"I will not! Marry will-"
"Scoop your ass if she finds out about it." Emma completed her sentence with a laugh.
Soon a cab came near them and dropped them off at the railway station. Amara and Emma entered inside the platform and saw various trains lined up.
"Which one is yours?" Emma asked.
"My train still has time to come." Amara replied and both took a seat on the empty benches.
"Amara, you have an extra water bottle and lunch, right?" Emma asked.
"I have"
"Good. Don't come out of the train until and unless it's extremely important."
It took around twenty minutes for the train to come and Amara stood up seeing it. "It's my train!" She said excitedly.
"Yes yes now go inside. See the crowd here, you won't get a seat if you don't go fast." Emma told and Amara nodded.
The train stopped and she went inside it quickly, passing through the crowd easily because of her small height and fragile body. She got a window seat for herself.
"Bye Bye!" She smiled and waved at Emma from the window.
The train to her destination has came finally.
***
"The fuck I am hearing Killian?!" Nathaniel asked with a scowl on his face.
"What happened?" Killian asked him, looking at him with his dark eyes.
"Scarlett is pregnant with your fucking child." NathanielLucas said and everyone got shocked hearing him.
"Damn! Did I become an uncle at such a young age?! Couldn't you control your dick for once Killian? I don't want litter around me calling me a fucking uncle." Aiden groaned as he rubbed his forehead.
"Shut your mouth Aiden. That filth growing in her stomach is not my child. Do you think I will be careless enough to sleep with others without protection?!" Killian spated in anger.
"Protection doesn't always work. What if it's your child?" Derek said and it made Killian go into a deep thinking.
"I will make her abort the child if it's mine." He said and his friends looked at him nodded.
"It will be best." Richard agreed.
"Where is Scarlett? I need to deal with her for real good this time." Killian greeted his teeth.
"I saw her in the auditorium last time." Hayden said and Killian went there fuming in anger.
***
Scarlett was with her friend, talking with them and smiling when suddenly she saw Killian making his way towards her.
His body language was screaming anger and she became scared.
A gasp left her lips when he slammed her on the wall making her wince in pain. He gripped her cheeks in a tight grip and brought his face dangerously close to her.
"Whose filth are you carrying in your fucking stomach?" He asked with a clenched jaw and she trembled in fright.
"Y-Yours" She shuttered and watched as his eyes darkened.
"I fucking hate liars! Tell me the truth or else I will make your entire family stand on the road!" He growled and dug his nails inside her cheeks painfully making her yelp in pain.
Everyone watched the scene in front of them but no one said anything. Killian Sullivian belongs to a powerful and influential family and no one dares to mess with him. His family has connections everywhere and the one who dares to mess with them is no longer alive.
"I a-am telling the truth! B-believe me." Scarlett cried and struggled against his grip.
"It's y-your child I am carrying but you don't have to do anything w-with it. I will take care of it a-and will never cross paths with you again. Just let me go..please." She pleaded.
He yanked her hair and made her look into his eyes. "Abort it." He said and her eyes widened in fear.
"N-No" She begged. "It's my baby. I won't abort it." She said stubbornly.
"No?" He chuckled humorously and she felt terrified of it. "You think I will let a whore like you carry my child? The woman who will carry my child will be of my standards not a fucking poor girl like you!"
She closed her eyes hearing him. "P-please" She begged.
"You. Will. Abort. This. Bastard." He said darkly.
"I don't care whose child you are carrying, whether it's mine or someone else's. You will abort it today itself. If you didn't then you know very well what I can do." He patted her cheek in a threatening manner and she sobbed bitterly hearing him.
"I will destroy you and your family completely."
***
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
The haunting silence surrounded Amara as she moved slightly, her eyes twitched and she felt pain all over her body. She parted her lips and slowly opened her eyes, getting in face with the dark room which witnessed her getting ruined. Her head hurted and her eyes burned when they took in the light of the room. A sob escaped her lips when she felt sharp pain between her legs. Tears formed in her eyes again. Her eyes felt weak and were burning because of the continuous crying. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged her legs, burying her face between her hands as she recalled how she was ripped off her dignity viciously. She was raped by Killian. She could still feel his touch on her skin, the way he forced her and had his way with her. She felt disgusted. More tears poured out of her eyes, her bruised face turned red and she looked around, her breathing fastening. She needed to get out of here, out of the eyes of that heartless monster. She looked at her clothes which wer
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