Amara was in the cab, clutching her backpack in her hold tightly as she looked out of the window. It was still dark outside, considering it was three-thirty in the morning. She touched the window through her fingers, she was finally leaving the city that witnessed her destruction. Although there was a sense of relief that she was finally leaving the city, there was also fear deep inside her heart of what the future holds for her.She heaved a breath and turned her gaze from the window towards the cab driver. He was wearing a mask and was strangely muscular, like one of those guys who can take down a few men at a time."Are you alright?" She asked him in a small voice, wondering if he was wearing the mask because he had a cold. The man looked at her through the rear mirror and gave her a stiff nod. "I am." "I have medicine with me for cold. You can have them if you want, it will make you feel better." She said gently and watched as the man stiffened hearing her."Thank you." He whisp
"Didn't" I said you will face hell for trying to escape, little girl?"She looked at him with fear visible in her eyes. Her breath laboured as she watched the sinister look in his eyes, the dark glint that promised her destruction in his hands. However, she watched as anger flashed through his eyes the next moment as his gaze fell on her cheek. Elijah gritted his teeth in anger and looked at his men with a fierce look in his eyes. "Who slapped her?" He asked in a low threatening voice which sent shivers down everyone's spine. Andrew, the one who had slapped her, took a step forward as he glared at Amara. "It was me." He informed. "The bitch was creating a drama and giving us a hard time. I slapped her and she-" His words died in his throat when he was shot straight between the eyes the next moment, dark crimson blood flowing out of his head and tainting the ground. Amara screamed in terror as she watched his dead body falling on the ground, right next to her. His dead eyes stared st
Two days later. "So you are ready to marry that orphan now?" Aiden asked, disgust laced in his tone as he looked at Killian. "What happened to the Killian who never bowed in front of anyone?! How can you let a mere girl rule your life? If she is pregnant, then let her give birth to the baby and throw her out of your life. You don't have to marry that low-life orphan!" He hissed in anger, slamming his hand on the desk roughly. "Your uncle can't force you to marry her. Show him your fucking power, he needs you more than anything else to run the empire because that pathetic son of his is a fucking goody two shoes to handle the mafia business. It's only you who can rule the mafia with an iron fist and your uncle is aware of it. He won't make his son the leader because he knows it will only lead to the downfall of the Suvillians!" Hayden growled, his jaw clenched in anger. When the news of Killian being forced to marry Amara reached them, they couldn't control themselves and drove to Ki
A gasp left her lips as she gazed into the dark orbs. The dark orbs looked familiar, the ones that were similar to the man who was the reason behind her destruction. The orbs that always carried darkness, anger and a sadist glint in them.But the only difference was that the eyes she was gazing into didn't carry any darkness in them, instead had a peaceful calmness and warm glint in them. They weren't the eyes of her tormentor. No, such emotions can never be there in the eyes of Killian. The man in front of her was someone else, having the same eyes as Killian and that alone terrified her. She immediately yanked herself away from him, taking a step back in utter fear but her leg twisted and she found herself in his arms again, this time his grip on her tightening protectively. "Calm down, Kitten."His husky voice greeted her and her toes curled up, in terror. The man scared her, every other man out there did and he was no different. "Let me go." She was proud that her voice didn't
The next few days went peacefully for Amara. She didn't face the Suvillians or receive any news from them. It brought her some relief, although she knew it was only temporary. It was the calmness before the storm and she knew her life would be destroyed once it hit her. A mirthless smile formed on her face. Her life is already destroyed. She was going to marry her rapist, born his child and live her life with him. Can anything get worse than this?That is until she was told that she was about to get married to Killian's cousin. It took her by shock. She wasn't expecting it. She didn't know what to feel, relief that she wasn't getting married to Killian or fear that she was going to be married to an unknown man, someone she had never seen in her life and most importantly, someone who could destroy her life more. From her experience with the Suvillians, she knew they were monsters beneath the human skin. They knew no mercy, no humanity and any person who carried Suvillian blood in the
Three days later. Wedding.The dream of many girls. We imagine it to be a fairytale, with our prince charming riding on a horse to claim us, a wide smile on his face and his eyes shining with love. Isn't it what we are told always? But the reality for Amara was different.She wasn't getting married to a prince charming. No, her to-be husband was a rapist, forcing her into this sham of a marriage. Instead of a smile, his lips were curved into displeasure and the eyes which meant to shine with love were burning with hatred and anger as he waited for her in the alter. She didn't get any fairytales, instead, a nightmare was forced on her fate from which she had no escape. Three days had passed in the blink of an eye and the moment she feared was right in front of her. She didn't imagine she would be doing this, marrying Killian out of all the men out there. But again, did she have any choice? She was forced into this, just the way she was forced by him that unfaithful night which took a
Crimson blood scattered on the ground and Amara's painful scream rang in the air, its echo resounding in the desolate silence. Her face turned pale and a few drops of blood landed on her face, tainting her skin with crimson.Her tear-filled gaze locked onto Killian, his jaw was clenched tightly as he held his arm. His right arm was relentlessly bleeding where the bullet had found its mark, piercing through his skin brutally. His eyes snapped to her and she flinched, the blood making her take a step back in fear. She watched as a glint passed through his eyes, something very close to fear which was surprising since Killian Suvillian doesn't fear anyone or anything. A yelp left her mouth when he yanked her towards him, causing her to lose her balance and fall on his chest. He held her in a protective embrace and shifted her aside immediately, hiding behind a pillar. At the same time, another bullet fired through the air and she realised this time the target was her. The bullet was aime
"Amara" He called her and she lifted her face, revealing her swollen and red eyes. A tremor ran through her body as she met his gaze, her expression transformed into one of dread as if facing her deepest fears.He took predatory steps in her direction, the fear in her blue eyes growing stronger with each step he took in her direction. The mere sight of him filled her with terror and it satisfied the sadist inside him. He loved the fear in her eyes and the way her small form shivered. Good. She should be scared of him. Women should always fear their men, keep their gaze down and voice low when standing in front of them and Amara had all of it in her. A perfect submissive she was and he preferred her the same way. They are married now and he doesn't want to waste his time training her to become a good submissive."Get up" He commanded and she looked at him, panic visible in her eyes. Killian clenched his jaw when she didn't do told. He hates repeating himself and Amara has been doing ev
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