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,
The moon was hidden by the dark clouds, the shining treasure missing as the darkness surrounded itself everywhere. Amara was sleeping, soft breaths leaving her. Even though sleeping, her face wasn't showing a sign of peace. Discomfort and pain was visible on her face even though she was sleeping. "No, p-please! Don't go near her!" Chloe shouted on the top of her voice, her voice was breaking with fear but she still stood strong. Everly gulped looking at the men in front of her. Standing in front of them was none other than Killian Suvillian along with a few cops. The power radiating from Killian made her shudder in fear, making her take a step back in terror. He stood tall, his blank eyes staring at the sleeping figure of Amara emotionlessly. Just watching him filled her uncontrollable fear. She was scared to imagine what Amara went through because of him. The cops surrounded him, guns in their hands and their faces stoic of any emotion. "W-what do you want?" Everly asked,
Amara's face drained of color as she saw him standing there, Killian, after so many days. His mere presence seemed to pull her back into the darkness she had tried to escape. One glance at him, and all the strength she had gathered vanished, leaving her vulnerable, helpless, as if his very existence had the power to steal her will to fight.“Killian!” Aiden's sharp voice cut through the thick air. She watched as Killian turned to face him, his presence looming like a storm cloud.“What are you doing here?” Aiden demanded, taking a step closer towards him. Amara couldn’t see Killian’s expression, but the tightness in his body was unmistakable, like a coiled spring ready to snap.“Aiden,” Killian's voice was low, filled with something she couldn’t quite place. “I saw her, Amara. Just now—”Amara didn’t catch the rest of his words, her attention immediately drawn to Aiden, who locked eyes with her, sending a silent command through the sharpness of his gaze. She frowned when he sent a su
Amara’s first day at Aiden’s office felt like stepping into an entirely different world. The building was a towering masterpiece, its sleek design and endless floors commanding attention even from a distance. Inside, the sheer number of employees moving with purpose, the hum of activity, and the opulence of the space left her momentarily speechless. She had known Aiden was rich but this went far beyond her expectations. It wasn’t just wealth; it was power and influence on a scale she hadn’t imagined, the kind that belonged to billionaires.And she didn't expect Aiden to be a billionaire. It had been a week since Aiden had offered her the job and asked her to start today. Now, here she was, standing at the reception, utterly clueless about where to go next.Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress as embarrassment crept in. The other employees looked like they had stepped straight off a runway, their outfits exuding elegance and likely costing more than anything she had ev
Amara had moved on in her life, so easily, so boldly, so fiercely. She didn’t let the scars of her past hurt her, didn’t let the painful memories hold her back, and didn’t let the trauma stop her from moving toward her future. It was easy, wasn’t it?At least, that’s what she let the world believe.She wore her facade like a second skin, carrying it with grace and brilliance. The smile on her lips never faltered, masking the storm brewing behind her eyes. It was her armor, her way of keeping prying eyes from wandering too close, from seeing the cracks she so desperately tried to hide. To everyone watching, she seemed unshaken and strong. But the truth was far different, far more painful.It wasn’t easy. It never had been. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, not now and not ever. Because if it truly were, the scars wouldn’t still pierce through her soul, their sharp edges reminding her of every wound she had endured. The memories wouldn’t linger like ghosts, whispering in her ears and draggi
Killian punched the bag with deadly force, each strike harder than the last. His fists slammed into the leather, knuckles turning raw and bloody, each blow fueled by a rage that seemed endless. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving as the darkness in his mind swallowed him whole. The more he hit, the fiercer the storm inside him raged. With each punch, he sought an escape, but the darkness never left. It only grew more intense.He punched the bag again, his jaw clenching as her memory surged in his mind once more. He remembered her with every breath, every passing moment, as if she had carved herself into the very core of his being. She wasn’t just a part of his life; she had become his entire life. And how could he ever live when the very life he knew had been taken away from him?One week.One week had passed since Amara walked away from his life, and not once did she look back. It was as if he was nothing more than a chapter in a book, one she was forced to endure be
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