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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 teach her a lesson which she remembers for her life." Hayden said.
"Why are you silent Killian! You need to do something. If you won't do something then leave it to me. I will handle that fucking bitch so that she knows her damn place." Richard said in anger.
"Shut up guys! What the hell is wrong with you all? Killian won't do a thing to that girl. He was the one who provoked her to slap him. She is innocent and let her stay out of this mess." Nathaniel said and others looked at him like he said something out of the world.
"Has that orphan whore seduced you that you are speaking in her favour? Don't forget what she did. She fucking slapped Killian. She needs to pay for her mistake." Derek said with a glint which others failed to understand.
"What the fuck Derek?! How can you say something like this? You know I am in a relationship with my girl and I won't dare to look at other girls. Unlike you all, I am a loyal and committed man!"
Killian looked at his friends with a blank expression. His face was void of any emotion but from inside he was burning in the fire of vengeance. Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world.
He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian.
Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him.
Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in that fire.
He wanted to destroy her.
"What the fuck are you doing Killian?!" Nathaniel and Aiden rushed to him, followed by others.
"Have you gone mad? Hurting yourself for a low life like her?" Aiden said in anger as he looked at Killian's bloodied hand.
"She slapped me." Killian said in a low tone which was filled with anger. His jaw clenched in anger.
"SHE FUCKING SLAPPED ME! KILLIAN SULLIVAN. I WON'T SPARE THAT BITCH. I will make her cry tears of blood! She will beg, cry and plead for me to spare her but I won't leave her. She will beg to die when I am done with her!" Madness took over him and all he could see was red.
Never in his life he was refused, he got what he asked for with a snap of his finger. That bitch not only refused him but also dared to slap him. She will pay for it, she will fucking pay for it. Never in his life had he been slapped. His father never raised his hand on him and a low life girl slapped him. It was not a slap on his face, it was a slap on his ego!
A smirk appeared on all his friends' faces hearing him except for Nathaniel.
"What are you planning to do Killian?" Aiden asked him with an evil smile. He had an idea about what was going inside his best friend's mind.
"Bring her to my penthouse." Killian said.
Nathaniel stared at him in shock. "What exactly are you planning Killian?" He asked.
"She insulted me in front of everyone by slapping me. I will make sure that she won't even look at herself when I will be done with her." Killian spatted in anger.
He will make sure that her dignity is crushed by him. That she will think twice before raising her hand at any man.
He still remembers when he first saw her. She was like a lost child, looking around in confusion and fear like a prey who was afraid to get hunted. Too bad that his eyes fell on her, for he is worse than a mere hunter.
Her beauty captivated him, the desire to have her was so intense that he couldn't explain it in words. She was a nymph, seducing and captivating him with her innocence. Her big bambi eyes reflected pure innocence, a small button nose and those soft lips which he wanted to claim badly which is a surpise since he doesn't kiss girls. He does sleep with other girls but he never kisses any of them. As surprising as it might sound, he is yet to have his first kiss.
When he got to know that she is a orphan, he proposed her to spend a night with him. She is a orphan and it will be easy to get her in his bed. After all, it's not possible for an orphan like her to be selected in a reputed college like his. But she had to act like a innocent little girl. He knows such girls very well. They play hard to get. He wouldn't have mind it but she messed up after she raised her hand on him. And now she will have to deal with the consequences.
She should have been grateful that he asked her to spend a night with him. An orphan like her can't even touch him and he gave her the opportunity to sleep with him. Instead of being grateful, she showed her attitude to him.
"When do you want her at your penthouse?" Richard asked with a grin.
A sinister smirk appeared on Killian's face.
"Tomorrow night."
"Are you out of your mind Killian?! Can you even think of doing something disgusting to a girl. It's a fucking crime." Nathaniel said, looking at his friend in disbelief.
"She should have thought about it before messing with me. I asked her to spend a night with me but she refused. Now, I will sleep with her whether she agrees or not. Her consent doesn't matter to me. She refused to sleep with me for one night, now I will make sure that she remembers what I did to her every night." Killian said darkly and everyone can tell that something about him was off.
Killian will have her either by hook or crook.
"Won't you let us have her too?" Richard asked playfully but he meant every word he said.
Killian looked at him with a dark gaze. Richard chuckled nervously looking at him. "Alright bro, she is all yours."
"You can have her once I am done with her."
Killian took out a cigarette and lit it. He doesn't care about that orphan bitch. She can die in front of him and he won't bat an eye. But before she can die, he will break her. He will break her to an extent that she knows with whom she messed with.
Derek and Richard smirked hearing him. Aiden and Hayden had a neutral expression whereas Nathaniel had a disgusted look on his face.
"I am leaving from here! Do what you want but I am not included in this mess of yours." Nathaniel said and left from there in anger.
Derek chuckled. "He always has been the sensitive one."
"I am not with you guys either." Hayden said and Killian's gaze snapped at him.
He can understand why Nathaniel said no but why is Hayden saying no.
"Why?" Killian asked in a low tone.
"I will always support you, in every situation. I will help to bring her to your penthouse but I will not touch her." Hayden said.
Killian hummed hearing him.
"So, it will be Derek, Aiden and me then." Richard said with a grin.
"I am not." Aiden said. "I will be gone once I bring her to Killian. I have no interest in touching a roadside orphan."
Killian looked outside the window. The darkness outside was nothing in front of the darkness which he was carrying inside him. A deadly volcano of revenge was growing inside him, ready to burst and burn everything which came in its way and it would only stop when he would get what he wanted.
And he wanted to have revenge. Revenge on Amara, he wanted to destroy her.
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"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
"But Master, a girl left from here two hours ago." Killian's eyes darkened in anger. "What the fuck you mean she left from there?! Fucking find her or else it will be your last day on the earth." He roared over the phone and cut the call in anger. "Fucking bastard! Good for nothing." He cursed the guard and went inside his car, driving away from there to his mansion. He needs to get his hands on Amara soon. The bitch will regret messing with him! He isn't concerned about her opening her mouth and telling everyone what he did with her. She can scream, cry and shout her misery all she wants but no one will do anything for her. They know better than to mess with Killian Suvillian, for he will ruin them to ashes. He knows there's nothing which can touch him. People fear the mere mention of his last name, their soul shivering in freight. Only a fool will dare to go against him and one who commits this mistake will not live to see the next sunrise. *** Amara took weak and trembl
"Son" A strong and heavy voice spoke, the dominance behind it making anyone kneel down to his knees. Killian's eyes snapped to his father, Sebastian. "Dad" He acknowledged, his gaze running between his father and two men standing next to him. "How have you been, Killian? I haven't seen you for three years." Elijah, his uncle, spoke, a cigar in his hand and a scar running down his cheek. He undoubtedly was the great mafia leader with the dominance he carried with himself. "I am good." Killian spoke. "What brings you all here?" He asked with a hint of frustration in his tone. "Watch your tone, Killian. If it was someone else in your place, then he would have been ten feet deep in the ground." The hint of warning in Elijah's tone didn't go unnoticed by Killian. "In case you are forgetting, Suvillian's blood runs deep in my veins. I won't hesitate to snap the neck of the person who dares to threaten me." Killian spoke darkly. Elijah's lips curved upward into a sinister smirk. "Didn
"You need to file a complaint against him."Amara heard Chloe saying. Do you know what I do with those who try to mess with him? I destroy them. His words rang in her ears, the raw rage of his voice still sent chills down her spine. The flashback of her slapping him and his revenge on it made her blood turn cold. She remembered every moment of the horrifying nightmare she lived through, the way he had his way with her brutally, made her burn in the agony and quenched his thirst cruelly. "No, no, no!" Amara whispered through tears, her body trembling in fear. Her sobs echoed through the four walls, painful and heartbreaking. "Amara! Calm down, please. Relax, you are safe here. No one can harm you here." Everly hugged her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner. "K-killian.. H-he will hurt m-me. He will m-make me g-go through p-pain. He is a m-monster, he.. he w-will h-hurt me." Amara broke down into tears, her lips trembling as she spoke with great difficulty. "He can't hurt you,
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