Killian introduced Natasha to the room, her presence sending shock through the people present in the room. Alejandro, Elijah, and Killian's father fixed their gazes on Natasha, who responded with a small smile yet nervous smile. Their presence was making her feel anxious. A thick tension hung in the air. Killian's father, with a stern demeanour, looked at Killian with a cold gaze "What is this, Killian?""She's my girlfriend." Killian declared unfazed, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. Alejandro looked at Killian with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You're married, Killian! Show some decency! How can you betray your newly wedded wife?" He snapped. With a jaw clenched in frustration, Killian retorted, "Newly wedded wife? She isn't my fucking wife! She's forced upon me just because she's bearing my child. If it weren't for the bastard growing inside her, I wouldn't have even considered her as a match for me." His growl echoed, silencing Alejandro wit
Killian met her gaze, his dark eyes gazing straight into her blue ones. "Contract papers." Amara looked at Killian in surprise and confusion, her brows furrowing as she clutched the papers tightly. She couldn't understand the purpose of the contract papers he demanded her to sign."What contract?" she questioned, her voice betraying a mix of anxiety and bewilderment. She can't sign the papers without knowing what it is about. She doesn't trust Killian, and knowing him, she knows whatever is there in the contract, isn't good for her. Killian's gaze remained unyielding as he broke the silence, his voice cold. "It's a marriage contract," His tone was devoid of any warmth. "I didn't have the time to arrange them earlier, given that we got married against our wish. I had my lawyer draw them up as soon as we were wed."Amara's eyes widened in shock, her confusion deepening. His words made her anxious. "Marriage contract?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.He nodded. "Yes. T
Trigger warning :- Forced scene Ahead. (16+)***"Strip, Amara"Amara's gaze locked onto Killian, shock etched across her face as his cold order reverberated through the room. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and more tears rolled down her eyes. She shook her head hearing him, her lips pressed in a thin line. Killian yanked her towards him and held her nap in a tight grip, forcing her to look at him. "Do you want me to repeat that night, huh?" He asked through clenched teeth. "Tell me, Amara, do you want me to tie up you to the bed, rip your clothes and pound inside your tiny cunt mercilessly until you pass out?!" He brought her face closer to his, their lips almost touching. Her shaky breath filled with fear touched his skin, making his insides burn with lust. "N-no" Killian smirked hearing her. She's fragile, and so are her words. How much he would love to corrupt this innocence again. "Let me g-go, please," Amara begged, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks like a wat
Trigger warning :- Contains forced and triggering elements. Read at your own risk. Strictly 18+ ***"I told you to stay away from me!"Amara held the knife at him, her eyes blurring with tears but with a rebellious glint in them to fight against him. The metallic smell of the blood filled the room and she could feel herself getting nauseated. Killian tilted his head, tearing his eyes from her to the fresh cut that now lay on his chest and the sight of blood flowing out furiously made him livid. He wasn't angry that he was hurt. He has gone through attacks much worse than this but what made him livid was that she tried to go against him, defy his words again and fucking tried to attack him. His eyes met with Amara's and her heart dropped at the darkness that his eyes carried. He looked like a monster, starving for blood, her blood. Amara felt her nerves freeze seeing the monstrous look in his eyes and she closed her eyes, charging to hit him with the knife again, aiming at his heart
The soft morning light entered the room through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. Amara, still nestled in Killian's embrace, slept peacefully. Her face was hidden in his taut and broad chest, warm breath living through her parted lips which hit his skin. His hands enveloped her completely, one protectively cradling her pregnant belly as he held her close to him even in his sleep. A blanket covered their naked bodies, hiding their nudity in a cover. Amara stirred in her sleep when she felt the morning rays touching her face. Her face was crushed in a hard chest and her body felt caged between two muscular arms. She moved slightly to get from him but a small whimper left her lips when she felt a stinging pain between her legs. She opened her eyes slowly on feeling the sharp pain and came face with a sleeping Killian. His face was just an inch away from her, so close that she was afraid their lips would touch if she moved a little. His dishevelled hair framed his forehead, le
Emotions were not forbidden for Killian. He felt, but a lot of times, these were all intense feelings, when he felt anger, rage and frustration. Killian, accustomed to intense emotions like anger and frustration, found himself in an unfamiliar state as he held the unconscious Amara. However, as he cradled the unconscious Amara, an unusual numbness seized him. It wasn't fear or concern that paralyzed him, but a peculiar sensation that defied his usual emotional repertoire, a feeling foreign to the usually temper-driven Killian Suvillian. The cascading water from the shower snapped Killian out of his trance. "Fuck!" With a sudden realization, he swore under his breath. Gently cradling her, he swiftly carried her out of the bathroom and carefully dressed her in a loose garment, covering her naked body. Clad in a black shirt and pants, he carried her out of the room with a tense expression on his face. In the hall, his family was surprised to see them in such a state. Their surprise so
In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her.She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.But as she turned her gaze to the figure sleeping on the bed, a wave of fear washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy grip. Killian lay motionless on the bed, his features softened in sleep, yet his presence loomed large in the room. With each rise and fall of his chest, Amara felt her veins constrict, her heart hammering against her ribcage. Fear prickled at her skin, a familiar sensation that made her veins feel like ice. It had been one month since the incident, and in that time, Killian had maintained a cold distance fr
"Not you, Amara." His voice stopped her dead in her tract and she froze in terror, scared for the aftermath of the situation that she would be forced to face. Amara's heart raced as she turned to face Killian, her body trembling with fear as she awaited his next words. Her chest tightened, each breath becoming a war as she struggled to stay calm in his presence. His intense gaze seemed to bore into her soul with an intensity that had her shudder. She was scared, terrified that he would see through her vulnerabilities and make her a victim of his monster again, to make her go through the same agony as he satisfied his inhumane soul. "Didn't I make it clear that I hate seeing you in his presence?" He asked, jaw set with anger. He took a step closer towards her, and the room seemed to shrink, suffocating her with his overpowering presence. When she remained silent, his frustration raged over. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "Answer me!" He
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
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